Volume One, Chapter 59: How Could She Be Worthy?

See you later?

Fu Yuting paused, slightly taken aback. What kind of answer was that? Was he coming or not? If he was coming, why wasn’t he leaving with her now? Countless thoughts flashed through her mind in an instant, but Bo Xingzhou had already lowered his head again, his gaze returning to the documents before him, clearly with no intention of offering further explanation.

The bandit boss who understood all this—Liu Buyin—remained consistently indifferent toward Aotian.

Qin Fengzhan turned his head and drove away, then asked her, “Afraid someone will see?” Yang Ruoli didn’t hide it, turning to Qin Fengzhan and saying, “I just saw Liu Ying’er and Chen Chaoyang go into the hotel together, and they even got a room!” Qin Fengzhan seemed a little surprised as well, frozen for a moment, then his face immediately turned cold.

It’s as if I’m still trapped in my old romance, sulking out of spite. So I feel so foolish, so stupid—really, so stupid!

“Do you know whom you killed, why you killed him, and where is your gun?” The interrogator, seeing Dong Ergou’s sly expression, grew angrier. He clearly understood that even surrender meant a death sentence; coming here like this was obviously not what they had expected.

Li Xiao had neither money nor a means of communication; he needed to contact his own brothers. Helpless, he took off his clothes and wrapped them around his face.

Yang Ruoli watched him run off, hesitated a moment, but seeing Uncle Feng’s men approaching, not knowing if they had spotted her, she couldn’t afford to hesitate any longer. In such urgent circumstances, she’d rather take a gamble and trust Feng Ji.

“Aunt Yun!” Mercilessly, she threw herself into Yun Rong’s arms and began to sob softly.

Just as Aotian and the others were preparing to confront the bandit boss Liu Buyin, a sudden blinding white light split the sky. No one knew what the system was sending this time, but the King ordered everyone to prepare for battle.

Jing Dongnan noticed that Fu Chengjue’s hands and face were both injured. He pulled the car up in front of a convenience store along the roadside, then said, “Wait here, I’ll go buy some bandages.”

Lin Xiyao kept her eyes on him until he swallowed, then delicately picked up a piece and brought it to her own lips.

“Let’s hope she’s not a swindler, looking at the Duke’s household with its silks and delicacies, hoping to freeload.” The Third Madam was never one to say a kind word.

Madam Li doted on Lin Wan, but was also strict when the occasion called for it. Lin Wan still felt a little afraid of her.

Xu Zhi smiled. Rather than asking the police, he preferred to ask the scales of fate. He still wanted to look for clues himself, and incidentally check on the Du family’s current situation.

Then her gaze seemed to meet hers as well, a hint of curiosity in her eyes. She clenched her fists and even seemed to smile at her.

Shangguan Zhiyin sensed the shift in atmosphere. She hid the “kitten” she’d woven from foxtail grass up her sleeve, but with her right hand she silently drew her longsword, focusing her attention.

Previously, in Beiming, the Shunfeng Fleet had invited Lu Mingshu to Yuyang Mountain, preparing everything meticulously. Now, these supplies could finally be put to use.

“Woof, woof…” As he approached, two hunting dogs, each as tall as half a man, had already spotted Xu Zhi and barked furiously. Two tall, thin men in military uniforms strained to hold the dogs’ leashes, eyeing Xu Zhi’s extraordinary attire with suspicion. They could not be sure if the calm-faced Xu Zhi was the stowaway they were looking for.

Through his earpiece, just as Bai Hua and Mi Su were dismantling the second tower on the road, a reminder came from Zhang Ranan.

Behind this house was a chicken farm, and at this moment Murong Xueshan was running toward it.

As a remnant of the old era, she should have died long ago; now, though she still lived, she had lost everything. What meaning could possibly remain?