Chapter 31: The Cannon Fodder Fiancée (31)
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Yun Jin was so frightened that she shuddered.
She knew domineering CEOs far too well. If he merely grew angry and furrowed his brow, things might still be all right; with a little coaxing, he might let it pass.
But just now, her thoughtless mistake had drawn a trace of mockery to the corner of his lips.
The smile in his eyes was bottomless as he looked at her.
Remembering the fate of that unfortunate NPC who had been shoved into the open sea to feed the sharks, Yun Jin managed to force a smile and slipped her arm through his, meekly lowering herself. “It’s getting late—”
Amid the urgent ringing of a telephone, the green bus slowly pulled to a stop beside Edward. Then its tightly closed doors swung open, as though inviting him aboard.
Su Rou, who had been coquettishly preening herself only moments before, suddenly turned into a roaring shrew, leaving all the reporters stunned.
The enemy had not charged straight at them. Perhaps there was still room for negotiation. They could fight only when there was absolutely no other choice.
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It was not until Niu Zhuang was twelve that, one day, when she saw her son clinging stubbornly to his bed instead of getting up, his mother—who was waiting to tidy the kang—angrily threw off his quilt. Though the boy hurriedly clamped his legs together in embarrassment and curled up to one side, his observant mother still noticed that something was wrong.
Behind those burly men, who towered like iron pagodas, stood ranks of Blood Demon warriors clad in half-armor. Farther back was a square formation of Blood Demon mages.
Qing Xuan had come for only one purpose: to kill Duanmu Lan. How could he possibly return empty-handed? When the arrows had rained down moments ago, his lightness skill would have allowed him to charge through, but avoiding injury altogether would have been exceedingly difficult. In that instant, he unexpectedly conceived the idea of advancing by retreating and hid himself atop the palace gate.
“Yiyi, now that Father’s coffin has been laid to rest, I shall petition Grandfather the Emperor to arrange a wedding ceremony for you and Yuanchen, so that the marriage may bring good fortune!” Xia Chengxuan gathered the bowls and spoons and spoke solemnly to his sister.
The troops and horses drew nearer. Tang banners fluttered in the wind, and upon the commander’s standard, a single enormous character—Pei—stood out unmistakably. Both sides knew that the newcomer was Pei Xian, Governor-General of Khan Futu City.
“Paul, the Association has indeed changed. It was my uncle who disappointed you, and I am truly sorry. But there is one thing you must understand, Paul: we are even less willing to become the claws of devils!” The middle-aged man drew a deep breath, his fists clenched tightly, his anguish plain to see.
“Has Number One returned? I have something I’d like to ask him,” Wu Yong said to a staff member who was busily occupied at a computer.
“It’s bitter. The wine is bitter.” Feng Ji said it lightly, then set down the wine jar.
“You refuse to tell me what happened back then, but surely you can at least tell me who I am!” With the attitude of someone willing to give it a try, Mo Yang continued asking.
If the Flower Moon Apparel brought along by the Ghost Month Special Drink was included, the total might already have exceeded fifteen billion.
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She also wanted to ask whether there was any shortcut—and if there was, whether she could apply it to sonic attacks.
At the café, when Lu Xingzhou saw Yue Qingcheng approach and take the seat opposite him, surprise appeared on his handsome face.
They were all in excellent spirits. They had originally thought that perhaps only half of them would be able to leave, but unexpectedly, the Hall Master had arranged for everyone to depart Holy Light together.
Hearing Xiao Qingyu describe it in such terrifying terms, Mo Yang drew in a sharp breath. She was both frightened and disappointed, thinking to herself: This was clearly the cultivation method that had accompanied her all along. Why had that uncle insisted on labeling it a “demonic cultivation manual”?
Of course, after returning, he did not go back to the apartment Bi Qianmo had bought for him. Instead, he moved into the villa in the western suburbs.
Ever since learning of the Shen family’s hostility toward the Bi family, Guan Muhua had not held the slightest favorable impression of anyone from the Shen family.
This caused a sense of doubt to arise in Wu You’s heart. Under the influence of that doubt, he could not help growing intensely curious about what lay ahead. His gaze gradually turned in that direction. Yet when he approached, he found nothing at all.
The two of them rode to the car together. Misius put all the expensive delicacies from the mountains and sea that had been packed for them into the trunk, and immediately felt lightened of his burden, relaxed from head to toe.
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