Chapter 80: Concealment
Lu Qingqing had recently noticed that Shen Jin was appearing before her with increasing frequency.
On the day Murong Yan visited the Lu family to discuss marriage matters, Shen Jin unexpectedly showed up as well.
Master Lu was ill at ease, caught between the weighty affairs concerning Lu Ciying in the rear courtyard and the need to entertain Shen Jin at the front.
“This time, regarding the disaster relief grain inventory, I hope you won’t make any further mistakes,” Shen Jin remarked.
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Shi Weibiao’s expression grew darker and darker. He tucked his pistol into the back of his waistband and spat forcefully onto the ground.
When Zhang Xin’s gaze finally landed on a certain spot at the bottom of that pale scroll, he could not help but be moved. It took all his willpower to suppress the joy swelling in his chest.
His own weapon could only linger at the very edge of that spindle-shaped protective shield; no matter how much strength he mustered, it remained utterly immovable.
Boss Li waved his hand, clearly unwilling to get entangled with his master over such matters. He snatched a plate of spirit fruits and a jug of spirit wine from the table and tossed them toward his teacher.
Who knew if this man truly disregarded the Divine Master Tribulation, or if he was simply putting on a bold front out of pride.
“Master, what brings you here this time?” Li Chengzhu opened the conversation, hoping to distract him before things escalated.
In those days, Da Luo Jinxian Qiao Yanluo, now a celestial commander, had suffered much at the hands of Ye Zhiqiu.
But on the way to her new home, an unexpected turn occurred—Gu Linglong became that variable. Within her body lay a complete essence of wood.
In truth, it was the spirit, energy, and mind of the martial artist. A precious sword, left untouched, is nothing but a piece of common iron. Only when wielded by a person does it come alive in their hands.
She wondered if Ning Zhixu had stumbled into some melodramatic aristocratic tragedy—was he a disowned young master?
Though they desired it, caution was necessary. There would certainly be consequences. Those with impure hearts would find it unbearable.
Blood trickled from Jiang Yunze’s hand as he struck the ground. He had used no supernatural abilities—only his own flesh and blood.
The attending physician broke out in a cold sweat. If Young Master Fu left and something happened, how could he possibly survive the consequences?
Ying Zhijie’s senses grew dim. He clung to the chaotic sounds of rescue outside to stay conscious, softly humming songs of his homeland.
She seemed truly fearless, as if she knew I would not expose her true nature in front of Yuan Cheng.
At the end of the workday, idle chatter floated around—Xiao Yan had dismissed He Wenwen, and her agency had already assigned her a new assistant.
Zhen Hua was indeed intoxicated by it all, yet he clung to a final shred of clarity, knowing he was a dying man. Even if his private messages brought fleeting happiness, his conscience would not allow him to go further. If he hadn’t restrained himself, things with Wen Zixin might not have ended up this way.
Perhaps it was the alcohol, but losing control of his strength, he flung Wen Zixin to the ground. Yet she got up and continued to help him toward the school.
Qi Junce glanced around, curious to see which girl had embroidered such an ugly sachet, but Gu Linqing was lost in her own thoughts, her head bowed.
Shi Tianting realized Mu Xiaofeng’s murderous intent only belatedly. Fear seized him, and as if compelled by some dark urge, he raised his hand to point toward Zheng Qiang’s room.
“All right, just wait a little longer. Soon, we’ll be able to visit the various continents and see how they’re faring,” Yan Huang said, his eyes fixed on the ancient creatures gliding through the ocean on the screen.
Li Ruoshui pondered—what Lu Yu said was true. Her life was already destined to be secure and comfortable. Did she really still need to seek the kind of man she once envisioned?
Flames infused with armed Haki surged from his side like crashing waves, forcing Bured to keep his distance. After using a storm of battle energy to outlast the cooldown of the Divine Law of Heavenly Repulsion, Yan Huang gripped this trump card, quietly waiting for the right opportunity.