Chapter 35: The Bet

Most importantly, even the waitstaff kept a close eye on him.

Qin Yu found someone, handed over his invitation, and asked, "Which private room should I go to?"

The person didn't even glance at the invitation, simply pointed to the staircase behind and replied coldly, "Second floor, turn left, last private room."

Qin Yu nodded...

Compared to offensive arrays, defensive arrays are easier to store, since they lack the violent energy surges of attack formations.

The previous day, Yi Han had intended to give the blood of the Mystic Bird to Huang Xi, but discovered she had secluded herself within the clan's scroll chamber. Helpless, Yi Han grew tired of waiting and simply sat down, beginning his breathing exercises right there in his own quarters.

Damn it, spying was bad enough—there were so many ghosts in this world, it was impossible to avoid them all—but now they had designs on this place?

The restaurant was small but clean, located right at the mouth of Erdaozi Alley. People were coming and going, and at this hour, it was meal time; the place was bustling.

This was one side effect of his reincarnation: he unconsciously overlooked matters like attending school.

Wu Zhihui gazed out the car window. On the right stood the soaring headquarters of Xinhe Group, while on the left, facing the Xinhe building, was a café called Blue Island. It looked upscale and inviting.

Today, they needed to discuss how to take revenge on Feng Ziyang—a matter that could not be overheard by outsiders.

"Stop with the sister stuff; just call me less of that in the future," Wu Zhihui rolled her eyes.

From experience over the past few days, the "troublesome folk" of Luoyang all knew that when the "bandit army" shouted, it was usually about handing out grain or recruiting soldiers. So everyone pricked up their ears to listen.

Suoyu withdrew her attention and focused on Xin'er. Watching this child, her gaze held expectation.

Li Mi’s voice was tinged with hate as he said, "That wretch, one day I will make her suffer between life and death!" Clearly, the death of Li Tianfan had left him both angry and grief-stricken.

They knew to follow local customs, choosing names that Ming people could accept. Yang Bo was familiar with churches; when running errands in later years, he often snuck off to nap in a church near the office.

Who was Lin Tian? The man who broke his legs. How could he possibly be kind enough to heal them? It was practically murder.

A mighty master of the Combined Body realm, forced to humble himself—he had no choice, for he was no match for Xiao Cheng.

Zhang Wei was about to search the corpses. She believed Zhang Wei wouldn’t want her to witness how he acquired items; not just their attributes, but even their appearance, Zhang Wei probably didn’t want her to know.

At this, Lu Wuchen fell silent. He knew Shi Long was a clever man; with such people, there was no need for many words, just enough to make the point.

These were seeds of isatis root and white atractylodes, mail-ordered from other regions some time ago. Now, with spring’s arrival, it was the perfect time for planting.

Deng Chao nodded without hesitation and smiled, "No problem, I'll go tell them right away!" With that, he stood up, said goodbye to Liu Peng, and left.

Thinking of this, she turned to look at Duan Tianya beside her. Cheng Ying and Jade Rabbit quickly gripped the triggers in their hands, awaiting his command; as soon as he gave the order, they would unleash a frenzy of slaughter.

Instead of blindly pursuing strange and unfamiliar things.

"Hello, which room is Colin in?" The man asked directly, his tone steady yet polite.

I watched Poison Pearl’s retreating figure. When I first met her, she was so frail; now she radiates a ruthless decisiveness. She’s kept the Black King Hall running for thousands of years—her methods are extraordinary. If she vanished, I honestly wouldn’t know what to do.