Volume One, Chapter Sixty-Two: Su Li's Ruthlessness

Since the New Year, He Shuming, who had been exiled abroad, saw the photograph. He thought this woman was supposed to belong to him, but instead she became his ridiculous aunt, filling him with rage. If it weren’t for her and Mo Xingyuan, would his father have confined him overseas? He Shuming simmered with anger, but dared not act rashly. In such a group, with so many mouths, there was no telling when Mo Xingyuan might see something. Watching everyone in the group send gasping emojis, He Shuming silently lurked. He, too, wanted to know who had dared to make a move against Su Li.

At that moment, Su Li was unaware that her photo was spreading everywhere. Of course, it was limited to the phones of those idle heirs. She sent... That was something he could only yearn for, yet she cast it aside like worn shoes, all because of a difference in birth? “Wait, what did you just call me?” Chi You suddenly reacted, grabbing Ju Liusun’s wrist. The air was running thin, Zhang Zhaohui’s head buzzing with oxygen deprivation; he reached for the plastic strap around his neck, but couldn’t grasp it. Fire demon Zhu Rong saw that the golden fire dragon couldn’t subdue Taiyin Youying for the moment; he rode two fire dragons over, his body covered in flaming red scales shining brilliantly, aiming at the black pillar in the center of the silver wheel, while he tossed his red gourd into the sky. Though she woke to find herself cleaned up, by rights that had happened two days ago.

Lin Jiayi raised her gaze to the surveillance at the school gate, smiled, and took out her phone to make a call. Yin Shi was stunned upon hearing, and looked at Niuniu with newfound pity—such a sweet, sensible child, yet orphaned. And her cool, distant “long time no see” pierced her ears like a sharp needle through her heart. For reasons she couldn’t name, she suddenly felt flustered, her thoughts unsettled.

The chubby boy didn’t pay much attention; back in middle school, he had a sudden growth spurt and slimmed down unexpectedly. Others didn’t know, but Orochimaru was well aware—the Grand Elder had sat unmoving for decades. After listening to Situ Qi’s explanation, everyone but her and Shi Yan applauded. Changing into pajamas and preparing to leave the bathroom, Cheng Tianze realized that his actions were quite inconsistent with his usual behavior.

“The priorities are different. In Su Wei’s heart, you’re one of the people she values most. We wouldn’t meddle,” Zhuang Beihai said with a bitter smile. She lashed out with a slap, putting all her strength into it; Feng Chenghe, caught off guard, took the blow squarely on his face. At this moment, Fang Baichuan had already opened a video on his phone. The data connection was lagging, but he could still see the proud figure of Ji Lanruo sitting in the frame.

Situ Qi wondered, since Shi Yan could restore Gu Yuxi, why stage such a drama earlier? Gong Tianyou and his companions weren’t just alive, but Gong Tianyou and the Blood Demon were engaged in a philosophical conversation about life and ideals. Whether gods turned mortal or became stone, they couldn’t escape this perception—the unique connection between gods and priests.

Unexpectedly, Li Jinming didn’t act against Yuezi in private, but handed the matter to the police. Now, Yuezi truly had trouble. She rarely drank, and couldn’t handle beer, yet now she’d downed strong liquor; her stomach churned, her mind foggy, her face burning, unable to tell east from west.

Gu Ling’er was momentarily stunned, then nodded, following Long Tianchen to the courtyard. She explained that her sister’s injured leg kept her from playing, and surprisingly, Long Tianchen understood, leaving Gu Ling’er alone.

“You don’t get to decide who’s capable. Let’s compete in cooking now. If you lose, get out of this inn today!” Chonghuo pointed at Chongxing.

“Damn it, Liu Zhen—you were playing dirty all along!” Shi Shun, furious and ashamed, wished he could strangle Liu Zhen.

“Fine, fine, you’re in charge, aren’t you? What can I say?” Xu Xiyan pouted, but obediently climbed back into her freshly serviced combat machine, ready to depart.

The Forest of Three Rivers, also known as the Forest of Death, crosses the three great states of Southern Chu, Central Prefecture, and Han. It is a paradise for monsters, forbidden to humans. Fog and marshes abound; all manner of beasts dwell here, countless in number.

But in this respect, Fang Yuchen had long seen clearly that Chen Kuhai’s words were not without a measure of consolation for the others.

These days, Shu Qing’ai stayed home caring for Li Mochen, sketching designs for the house, even planning the courtyard. When she had time, she drew furniture—modern essentials, even the kitchen was designed with contemporary touches.

“No need. Just inform me when you go to the civil bureau. If there’s nothing else, I’ll hang up.” At some point, her face was already streaked with tears. No matter how she suffered, as long as her mother was healthy, everything was worth it.

She took the bowl offered in mid-air, but didn’t drink, grabbing Qing You instead and placing her hand on her pulse.

Anyway, on the day after Jing Jian left for Europe, Black Orchid City publicly declared itself a “Free City,” just shy of independence.

Previously, I might have thought a few hundred was unacceptable, but now, it’s nothing. There’s still money, and with Mom’s blessing, there’s no need to be frugal where it matters.

According to Fu Tianze’s rules, Mo Ran knocking just now was not allowed; during Lu Rong’s work hours in the villa, no one was permitted near the second floor.

The Blood Wolf Empire’s capital was set in Lei Luo Town. The continent’s best craftsmen had gathered there, pooling all resources to build a luxurious royal palace in just a few days. King Ron and his future queen would hold their wedding in that palace.