Volume 1, Chapter 42: Entering the Palace for the Banquet

Looking again, Ruyan was already helping Ruan Liuzheng walk away.

"Eldest Miss, the Old Madam will definitely summon you tonight, and the Lu family will surely find a way to punish you again. What are we going to do?"

"Where are the pieces of jewelry I asked you to sell?"

Ruyan replied, "They've all been exchanged for silver banknotes."

"Divide it up, a bowl for each person, and hurry up." As before, Li Mengting now had no choice but to trust Xu Zifeng.

Seeing both players purchase their starting items, they headed straight toward the middle lane. Without even asking, one could easily guess that the two of them were playing a solo mid matchup.

"How is it? How is it?" Seeing the beauty finally taste the soup she had made, Su Jingnian was brimming with joy yet exceptionally nervous. She leaned over most of her body, getting close to the beauty to observe her reaction.

"I know, I won't get pregnant. We're still holding onto that final line of defense." Zeng Jiehong had long wanted to cross that line, but Gu Dongchen refused—such a stubborn blockhead. However, she had found a few leftover condoms in her spatial dimension, so perhaps she could give it a try this time.

In a short while, the procuress squeezed through the door crack, her face plastered with thick rouge and powder, smiling obsequiously. Waving an orchid finger, she held a fragrant handkerchief, shielding her face while swaying her corpulent body into the room.

Compared to Mu Liyan's high-intensity work, she felt ridiculously relaxed. Every day she just typed and entered data, living a life of idle waiting.

Zeng Jiehong, to put it bluntly, was a selfish old monster who naturally wouldn't exert herself. She slacked off whenever possible, wrapping her head and face to protect against the sun and wearing thick work gloves for fear of hurting her tender hands, which were smooth and white without a single callus. Fortunately, the Military Medical University paid a regular salary rather than work-point wages, otherwise she would surely have starved.

That year, due to the terror of instinctively activating her spatial ability to pull a giant snake into her dimension, she had slipped into a daze and woke up in Xiao Zhe's arms, crying and making a fuss in a confused haze. Ever since then, Xiao Zhe's attitude toward her had changed—how should she put it? It was as if he had taken her under his wings, caring for her with redoubled affection.

However, during this summer vacation, neither Ge Silan nor Ge Sifeng had many days off; one was busy preparing for the college entrance examination, and the other for the high school entrance examination.

It turned out that the three of them had been facing Situ Fengya the entire time, leaving them no attention to spare for what was happening behind them. Unbeknownst to them, a building blocked their path on the track, forcing the competitors to use an upward wind current to detour around it. Paying no attention, the three of them crashed straight into it.

Under the illumination of the pure Qi, Pink Bell felt a burning sensation on her hand and hurriedly withdrew it, but her entire arm had already been scalded by the Qi, the pain impossible to soothe for the moment.

Because he truly had murderous intent, never expecting this fellow to have actually smeared poison on his body.

A terrifying alien force, like an invisible giant hand, violently and fiercely pulled toward the Mysterious Yellow Cauldron.

What was even more bizarre was that, as a top-tier assassin, he had no perception whatsoever of who the opponent was or when they had sneaked in. Such methods were already on par with the capabilities of a Z-grade golden assassin.

Anxious to help the others move things, Fang Jin sat by the roadside in his dust-covered camouflage uniform, drinking mineral water.

"What? Not a single one of the men we sent out came back alive?" Hearing this report from his subordinates, Shangguan Jin slammed his teacup onto the floor and shouted a furious reprimand.

"Fengya! You go first and find your father! I'll go meet your grandfather and uncle!" After dropping these words, Sikong Yalin gave no further response.

Staring at Coléon's right hand, which now possessed only three fingers, Situ Fengya fell into silence. From the freshly healed cross-sections where the fingers had been severed, Situ Fengya knew Coléon was not lying. If he continued his investigation and got caught again, he might very well lose his life in the process.