Chapter 92: The Libertine

“Scoundrel!”
Lu Qingqing clenched her teeth, her voice filled with fury. How could he sneak in without a word—wasn’t this wretched man supposed to be escorting provisions along the road?
The man descended from the rooftop. Shen Jin hadn’t intended to visit the Marquis’s residence, but once he entered the capital, regret took hold.
Shen Jin knew Lu Qingqing was clever; she might not even worry about his well-being. It was he who...
Thankfully, these were merely surface wounds, not affecting his movements, though the pain burned fiercely as if the flesh had split open.
After receiving Shu Ya’s report, Wei Ziqi struggled to raise his arm, waving it silently to signal him to leave.
“I can go as well?” Zhang Fan asked in surprise. The Azure City was one of the ten major cities under the Great Freedom Heaven.
“Well, to be precise, they ran off on their own.” Lin Hao paused, then flushed with embarrassment. In truth, those shadow cultists hadn’t really been driven off by him; he had no idea why they left so suddenly. He’d only said that in a moment of urgency.
Hu Shuntang approached slowly, examining the interior of the ‘cave’. Experience had taught him not to focus solely on the corpse at times like these; there could be other things lurking about. Thankfully, a quick scan revealed nothing else, so he went to the body and studied it closely.
Ah Zhu opened the car door, stepped out, and surveyed his surroundings. Turning toward the street where the old man was, he walked forward with steady steps, showing not a hint of panic—he seemed perfectly confident in what he would do next.
It was dark when Old Master Gu finally left the troops; Zhou Bolang accompanied him straight home. That night, Gu Yi received a call from his superiors, appointing him as commander-in-chief of a certain army.
“And this is…?” Yin Ziye looked at Fang Zhi, puzzled. He had been engrossed in conversation with Xu Yaran and hadn’t noticed Fang Zhi. If not for hearing Fang Zhi’s voice, Yin Ziye would have simply walked away.
Eating wild game wasn’t always advisable elsewhere, but here, Zhan Xiu was an expert, having lived in the mountains for many years.
“I still stand by my original opinion. Under these circumstances, a direct confrontation is not suitable for us!” Ji Fa spoke firmly.
If you don’t delve into this place, you truly can’t imagine what it’s like to be surrounded by so many corpses.
Perhaps he’d once harbored false hope, confident in his superior physique compared to Yu Duo, and after suppressing him for so many years, he had a slight psychological edge as well.
Ever since defeating Ran Huo in the arena and securing his position in the class, Lei Sheng never struck back during sparring with his classmates, letting their fists land freely upon him.
Fortunately, before the Southern Underground Conference began, Du Yunchen had already secured the approval of the Purple Gold Society. To restrain the next move of the Tianmen Group, they needed to form an alliance with the Purple Gold Society and apply pressure together if they hoped to succeed.
She nodded vigorously, “As long as we can be together, even being divorced doesn’t matter.” Starting over was nothing new—Rou Rou could even envision farming land, so what couldn’t she do? All these years, with Shen Zhiqiang absent from home, hadn’t she managed the household herself?
Yet, she turned her gaze toward me, and the moment her eyes met mine, the lightning flashed in my direction as well.
After a while, Mu Bingyue gradually awoke, but her eyes were lifeless. Even after repeated calls from those around her, she showed no response. Lady Li was overcome with grief and fainted suddenly. Yet this time, it seemed Mu Bingyue could no longer sense the world; she stared blankly, eyes wide open.
“What is cornmeal?” Xu Changfeng, who had traveled widely and considered himself knowledgeable, was hearing of it for the first time.