Volume 1, Chapter 146: Hard to Evaluate

On Thursday, Jiang Ning was, as usual, dropped off by Lu Cheng at the street corner.

She adamantly forbade Lu Cheng from asking Fang Yao to pick her up, and not daring to truly push her to the limit, Lu Cheng had no choice but to agree.

Taking another sip, the final blob of golden liquid on her clothes finally fell with a splat, breaking Xu Ying's heart.

Meanwhile, as he retreated, a burst of golden light erupted across Zhiyun's entire body as he prepared to take the unavoidable ghost-qi wind blades head-on.

The Noble Consort had done malicious things to the late Consort Rong, so Sister Jiujiu surely disliked the Noble Consort. Yet, seeing how long the Noble Consort had been ill, he still hoped to bring her a little bit of joy.

Only to see him abruptly raise his palm, forming a square shape in front of his chest, with the very center of the opening pointing directly at Obito.

She had already learned from Aunt Gu about the history between the two families, so it was no longer surprising that the two children were always inseparable.

She did not want to stay and have everyone in Rongcheng stare at her with sympathetic eyes on the day Fu Jinyan got married.

With her stomach full and her gloom dispelled, Consort Rong had a wonderful sleep, and early the next morning, she hurriedly sent someone to invite the Emperor over.

She smiled. This time, with him right before her eyes, she cupped his face in her hands and leaned in to give him a kiss.

Finally, conscience triumphed over the demon, and she decided to retrieve that package. Having a legitimate excuse, she specially went to the supermarket to buy a lot of ingredients, then gave Zheng Yanlang's door a kick with her foot.

"Tell them to head straight back to the company for work after getting off the plane." Fu Jinyan took a drag from the cigarette between his lips and spat the butt onto the ground.

More importantly, under Lin Feng's torrential attacks, attempting to cast any spells proved to be an exceedingly difficult task.

Then, his previously drooping eyebrows suddenly shot upward as he pointed his cane at Lin Yong. Lin Yong was instantly struck by a colossal force, flying backward to crash onto the red cloud, his soul nearly beaten out of his body.

"Hey, you dead duck, are you some kind of pervert? Why are you staring at my feet?" The warmth radiating from her feet dyed Sun Jiayi's face involuntarily red. After all, this was the first time she had ever had a man massage her feet, and with Chen Xu kneading them from time to time, she couldn't help feeling a flutter of nervousness, yet she still put on a strong front and spoke.

"Everyone, don't listen to that bull-head's nonsense! We are also practitioners of the Taoist arts," I hurriedly said.

After practicing for a short while, Lin Feng would return to the village to participate in the hunts. After all, he and Lin Wei were indispensable hunters of Maple Tree Village, and their primary duty was to safeguard the village's safety, including the security of the hunting party members.

And thus, the two of them remained—one crying in helpless bewilderment, the other wholly devoted to the treatment—accompanied by the trails of blood on the ground. No matter how one looked at it, the scene appeared rather bizarre.

"According to our investigation, there is a ninety percent chance that Lin Yun is 'Cold Ji,' the top assassin who suddenly vanished from the martial arts world three years ago. It's just that she seems to have lost her memory now," Ah Jiu said, a trace of incomprehension clouding his expression.

"He offended someone from Lord Long'ao's side. If I hadn't sent people to bring him back, I reckon he'd already be a corpse," Gu Shan said.

From this, it was evident that such head-on confrontations completely neutralized the uncanny advantages of the Blood-Sucking Soft Sword.

Carefully sensing it, he found eighteen steel nails piercing his entire body, forming the tightest of prisons that locked away Lin Yong's freedom.

After finishing her meal, Su Haohao monopolized the living room sofa to watch television for a while before leisurely walking home.

Anyone with discerning eyes could see that Tomato TV was plagiarizing Tianhai TV, but there was nothing to be done about it; they hadn't copied it one hundred percent and still maintained some differences.

Ye Yao watched as Su Haohao smiled as brightly as a flower, yet looked right past him as if he didn't exist, his dark eyes growing increasingly profound.