Volume One, Chapter 108: This Is an Exceptionally Cold and Ruthless Man

Since that day’s conversation, three days had passed. Yan Qiuning had been confined in that magnificent castle for three days as well.

For the first time, Lin Xiaomo took his hand back in return, lifting her bright, watery eyes to glance at him, tenderness and understanding shimmering in their depths.

Zhou Buhan suddenly smiled. The warmth of that smile slowly unfurled from his handsome brows and eyes, like ripples spreading across a calm lake, until his whole face seemed to come vividly alive, dazzling and arresting.

After saying that, Shen Qi spread his arms like a great roc and flew off, still carrying his giant broadsword. The sight was so astonishing that it was as if Lord Guan himself had descended to earth, leaving everyone staring in dumbfounded silence.

Grandfather’s elder brother, Gu Boshan, had passed the first level of the imperial examinations and was appointed village head on the spot, which was one reason the Gu family never clamored to return to their hometown.

Lu Xi scooped another spoonful and fed it to her son. Gao Songsong’s eyes immediately curved into crescent moons.

She was no longer used to days without Xu Yi’an by her side, yet she had no choice but to grit her teeth and force herself to accept it, to grow accustomed to it.

The last medicinal herb was in the hands of Feng Ping’s apprentice, and Mu Qingge and Mei Zizhong called out its name almost at the same time.

Bai Youxue let out a cold laugh. So the only advantage of dark skin was that it could hide some of the traces of injury, was it?

After the Wang sisters left, Qu You spoke up and drove Huan Shan, Zi Yao, and the others out as well. Only the two pairs remaining in the room were left before he turned solemnly to Qu Xiao.

Lin Xiaomo did not go straight back to the villa. Feeling stifled, she called Mo Shishi out for coffee.

On the surface, Su Mi accepted the people sent by Yan Yu, but in secret she summoned the Zhou household steward and went to the black market, where she bought several ruthless, highly skilled men to serve as covert guards protecting Su Wen and Zhou Qingyu.

“There’s a strange magnetic field here. I can’t sense anything,” Su Mi said with a furrowed brow, looking quite troubled.

Sang Nuo finally could not hold himself back and turned around, tugging at his collar. His handsome, fair face seemed faintly flushed and hot, yet there was also a trace of displeasure in it.

The second matter was still about the school team, and it was just as important to Yang Chao, because he had found a new goal.

Lin Ke understood what he meant. They were planning to sell the farm, repay the bank loan in full, and use the remaining money to live a different kind of life.

At that moment, Rakao saw Vivian heading to the side and hurried over to her, saying with delight, “Princess Vivian, are you here to watch my match? I am truly honored. I will certainly give it my all!” As he spoke, he put on what he clearly believed was a charming smile.

But as long as she was still in charge, they could always find fault where there was none. Besides, these pieces of evidence were not fabricated; they were real.

Once the stockade gates were opened, orders were sent for the whole army to charge in and kill, but absolutely no one was to make the slightest sound. After receiving the command, the soldiers split into left, center, and right columns; whenever they spotted a tent, they slipped inside, and the slaughter began in utter silence.

At a time like this, Yu Ren could no longer concern himself with the question of overstepping his bounds. Though he knew Jiang Xuanzhao was very particular about such things, there was simply no other way.

As for Zhang Xiaofeng, he had long since figured out the tricks these men used before they struck, so fighting them came far more easily. As long as he took one down, then the second, then the third, they would surely have no chance to strike back.

At the sight of this, Elder Zhu’s fingers hidden behind his back curled slightly, and a bead of sweat slid down his palm.

Every movement Mu Qiefeng had made since arriving here, even the faint tremor of his lips, had not escaped Ming Xiao’s sharp eyes. The two of them must know each other, though their relationship did not seem cordial. Perhaps this question would reveal a few clues.