Volume 1, Chapter 53: Comrades, Setting the Trap, Philosophy

"Actually, I didn't feel a thing until you mentioned it, and now I feel all itchy." Feng Wu looked triumphantly at Ye Xiang's deeply depressed expression.

A few days later came the grand celebration at the East Mansion. To everyone's surprise, Lady You completely changed her usual attitude and personally came over to the West Mansion to extend the invitation.

Therefore, even though he was extremely rushed on his return trip and almost missed his flight, Gong Shaoxie still ran to that dessert shop to buy this chocolate for Xia Fangyuan.

However, Zhang Qifeng's approach filled Sishong Chu with utter contempt. Bullying him for being a special admissions student who lacked even the right to choose a good teacher—if Sishong Chu had agreed to that, he would have despised himself.

Or could it be that this psychic powerhouse, just like Tang Dai, was concealing his true strength and playing the pig to eat the tiger?

Yet when the words reached her lips, they dissolved into muffled, indistinct mumbling that no one could make out clearly. Although the two matrons felt a twinge of pity upon seeing her like this, not a single one dared to intercede when they caught sight of the mistress's livid face.

Unlocking the front door with the key, he looked around the five-hundred-yuan-a-month apartment and found it rather difficult to get used to. After all, having grown accustomed to a single room, being suddenly plunged into a villa made it feel overwhelmingly empty, even though the place came fully furnished.

"Come on, brothers, let us drain this cup together," Bai Lan raised his wine vessel and said loudly.

Jia Zong's heart pounded furiously. For some unknown reason, his throat felt parched and his face burned hot. By the time he recovered his wits, Sister Yinglian was already standing before him, curtsying gracefully as she addressed him as "Third Brother."

Wang Xifeng, however, was not one to be easily deflected. Seeing her aunt steer the conversation away, she pressed no further, offered a few smiling remarks, and strolled toward Qingyuan Residence.

A bead of sweat trickled down the corner of Ji Ziming's eye; this battle was going to be exceedingly troublesome. Had his foundation not been severely damaged, Ji Ziming would certainly not have feared the pursuit of an official from the Death-Tracking Bureau.

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At that moment, Lu Yan had just finished washing up and came downstairs. Seeing Celestine's flustered appearance, he furrowed his brows in helpless resignation.

The man was loosely clad in nothing more than a bath towel. Lin Bixiao subconsciously stole a glance, her face turning crimson as she hastily spun around and retreated a few steps.

"He probably didn't become the village chief because of high moral standing; perhaps he used some despicable means," Liu Yiliu voiced her inner suspicion, causing the examinees' expressions to shift somewhat.

"That possibility cannot be ruled out just yet. However, since Abel invited you to dinner, I believe he must have a specific purpose in mind, though we still cannot determine why he is treating you this way," Lu Yan said.

"Then we should probably check out the first floor first," Sikou Mo couldn't help offering a bitter smile. He hadn't expected that this prop would bring him such trouble; reluctant as he was to hand it over to them for their own exploration, he had little choice.

Luo Wanmei shot a meaningful glance at Kong Meng and the others standing nearby. Immediately, all four unzipped the duffel bags on the table, which were filled entirely with firearms and ammunition.

Blue Robe had been gone for barely half an hour when Yang Lian'er arrived with her maid. The maid carried a remarkably exquisite rosewood food box, upon which golden plum blossoms gleamed brightly. Qing Ruifan glanced at it without a word, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Throughout this period, the boss practically left the office right on the dot at the end of the workday to head back with Lin Bixiao, acting with such high profile that he seemed terrified the entire world wouldn't know he was passionately in love.

Seeing her son show such filial devotion, Madam Xue said no more, turning sideways instead to gaze at him in silence.

It seemed that Xia Xuanmo had made significant headway during this period, reaching a level where his superiors could no longer afford to ignore him.

The atmosphere was tense. Aboard the flagship of the American fleet, an old man wearing the insignia of a general paced back and forth inside the command room, his eyes repeatedly glancing at the wristwatch on his arm.

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Lu Fei roared toward the heavens, continuously gathering his strength to fend off the onslaught of the lightning bolts. From time to time, he cast pleading glances toward Chun Yinzzi and the broken sword. At this moment, he was still far too weak; possessing merely the soul strength of an ordinary human, how could he possibly withstand the ravages of the divine thunder?

"If there were truly water inside that well, the village would never have been abandoned," remarked the seemingly carefree and unrestrained figure.

However, Jiang Beiming and Han Wantao jointly vetoed Zeng Guangxian's proposal. The strategic significance of occupying Busan was immense; only by seizing Busan could Taomin's retreat be cut off, which would greatly benefit the allied fleet.

Inside the villa, Liancheng Yazhou finally took a hot bath, scrubbing his entire body meticulously from head to toe.

He pulled the wooden stopper from the bottle, gently parted Rong Yan's eyelids, and slowly tilted the bottle neck as crimson droplets trickled down.

"Second Brother, come inside, I have something to say to you." Without inquiring about Ye Zhan's impending military deployment, Lady Luo summoned Ye Zhan into her private bedchamber.

Despite achieving brilliant results, Lu Fei had no heart to prolong the fight. Throughout the grueling melee, he kept a wary eye on the middle-aged man perched upon the rooftop, terrified that the fellow might suddenly unleash another crushing palm strike.

Numerous lanterns hung from the surrounding stone walls, casting their light upon a clean and polished floor that reflected a soft, reddish-yellow glow, clearly the result of careful crafting and maintenance.

Xiahou Kang had already heard his mother recount Song Yiyi's lack of propriety. In his eyes, this eldest sister-in-law was naturally undesirable, and it would be far better to replace her with someone else.

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