Qiqi's new assignment

“Is Mother’s injury serious? Should we summon an imperial physician?” Xiahou Suizhu pretended not to understand what Madam Mo had said and made as if to barge inside. Madam Mo immediately stepped forward to block her path.

The sensations grew sharper; Ning Fei felt parched, his mouth dry as dust. He grabbed the teapot on the table, gulped down a cup of cold tea, and drank three more, yet the thirst persisted. Not only was he thirsty, but heat seemed to blaze within him; his face and body flushed, as if fire was erupting from his skin. He alternated between frowning, giggling foolishly, and quietly rejoicing—like a man possessed.

Earnest in manner, the man’s lips curled ever so slightly; his focused gaze conveyed to others that his words were sincere.

None of those present knew how the Bridge of Yin and Yang, spanning the magma lake, was constructed, and all stared intently at Sha Zhi’s retreating figure.

But for now, He Chen had other matters to attend to. After all, besides being Wan Qi’s agent, he was also the general manager of Temple Media, and his duties were numerous and complex.

Wan Qi did not dwell further, took the bamboo flute, and raised it to his lips. He exhaled gently, and a melody flowed forth, as if slipping through his fingers.

When he saw the two off again, Old Jiang wiped the sweat from his brow. He reminded everyone involved not to breathe a word of today’s events.

“You!” Although Hamada Ryoko was dominant in Kansai on the main island, her annexation of Kanzaki and Kazane sects had involved many unsavory methods. Now, faced with this painful truth, she could not help but feel as if a bone were stuck in her throat.

The next morning, Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling rose early, bade farewell to Ye Feng, and departed ahead of schedule.

Hair shifted from white to black, skin from withered to translucent, lustrous like jade; the gaunt features regained their former unrivaled beauty.

Li De’s fundamental reason for treating Gao Liang and Zhang Bofang differently lay in his past identity—as the political commissar of the Second Division of the Burmese Communist Party. The politics ran deep; if he truly was an inland high advisor, things would take an interesting turn. So, even though Li De got along well with Gao Liang, he remained guarded, and Lin Weibao had sensed a hint.

Shen Shisan said, “As for the matter of flamboyance, wait until Zhang Meng returns and ask him yourselves.” With that, he slipped away.

Qiao Qing lowered her gaze; she still harbored doubts about Yan Tan and He Susu’s affair. Yan Tan’s ability to break the engagement was just the first step. If the two truly wished to marry, the road would be fraught with obstacles. Not only did the Yan family await her, but her own family would pose enough challenges.

“Yu-jie has only just recovered, and you come to bully her? Watch, she’ll complain about you later.” Xia Nan knew that Shen Shisan’s happiness wasn’t just because of his project, but because Lin Lengyu was now willing to see him, willing to give him a chance.

Qiao Qing watched as the distance between the two shrank; even the air seemed thick with terror, making it impossible to breathe.

“Hahaha, it’s just two cars! We won’t just tow them, we could carry them home if we wanted. Look—the dozens of households to the left of the road, that’s our village,” the middle-aged man laughed heartily.

“Seven Kill.” Shao Ningdie’s brow furrowed. She was indeed Zhang Yifei’s wife, but she had no idea how many brothers Zhang Yifei had at his side.

Oh! So you can switch people out—Flying Tiger was amazed. It seemed he’d wasted twenty years living; the world’s wonders were truly beyond his experience.

She never imagined there would come a day when she could stay beside the man who had once saved her.

“And congratulations to Duke Howard. These dreamlike achievements would not have been possible without his command and behind-the-scenes planning. Peace and unity in Europe are within reach.” Li Chen smiled as he addressed the “astoundingly clever” Viscount Carter across the table.

“What? Senfeng’s soul shard has broken?” An icy, furious voice echoed from within the secret chamber.

Su Yiran hadn’t yet agreed, but the fellow had already left. She could only watch his carefree figure and stew in her own frustration.

Xiao Long worried about their safety, but he had no way of learning more, so he had to ask Old Squad Leader for information.

Meanwhile, in the underworld, Horseface recognized Yang Jian and found him familiar. He pondered for a moment, seemed to remember something, and signaled to the crowd to wait a bit, wanting to see his intentions first.

Such a scene left not only the members of the Jade Demon Clan bewildered, but even the so-called Ancestor Spirit, the blood figure, was momentarily stunned.

The uncle from the People’s Liberation Army had been transferred back to the capital. Did this mean they would see each other more often?

“This ‘handle’ you speak of—is this it? Is this what you’ve been hiding from me all along?” He Qing’s face grew darker.

Worth a thousand gold? Su Mianmian had no idea how much a thousand gold really was. The most money she’d ever seen was the credit card Rong Zhan had given her.

Gu Fengyan, caught by his glare, realized he’d misspoken, quickly bowed his head, and pretended not to see Si Lu’s eyes.

Xuan Chu thought this was a good idea. It didn’t matter where Jiu Luo served—following His Lordship would be safer. Of course, she’d have to endure his temper and His Lordship would have to allow her into the palace.

“There’s nothing worthwhile here. Looks like today will end in disappointment.” Yan Yixin shook her head and smiled bitterly.

“Captain? Are you all right?” Suddenly, a voice with oddly formal speech sounded behind him.

“Master Gao, may I ask—if I wish to use ten pieces of wolfsbane at once, could you prepare it for me?” Gu Shiba interrupted, smiling as she spoke.