Chapter 37: The White Moonlight of the Saint of the Miao Frontier 21

Lu Ningshi’s eyes darted around, and he said with a playful grin, "How about this: when the time comes, you just watch from the sidelines. No matter what happens, don’t interfere in matters between me and Mom and Dad, and definitely don’t stir up trouble or sabotage me behind my back."

The influence of his parents was not to be underestimated; he shouldn't need to worry about them.

Lu Qingyu pondered for a moment and nodded in agreement. "Fine."

"You can go now," he immediately prompted.

"I’m not leaving."

Lu Ningshi turned...

"Commander Wang, don't you think he deserves his punishment?" Fang Hua asked, not making Wang De wait long for an answer.

Even though it was just a view from behind, Ji Ran’s snow-white body remained immensely alluring in Chenchen’s eyes.

"Thank you. I’ve caught the golden carp, old man. I’m ready to head back!" Li Han said to the elderly fisherman.

The various powers were not actually in any kind of cooperative relationship, but rather one of competition! After all, whichever side managed to obtain the World-Breaking Spear from Xu Ming would effectively be seizing the prize.

"Very well. Follow orders and do not open fire without authorization," Fang Hua commanded, continuing to observe the situation below the city walls.

"Although it was just a few simple words, one can deduce quite a lot from them."

But at the mere thought of the good fortune awaiting him, Yang Jian subconsciously cast all his doubts to the back of his mind. As long as he could become a companion to his former mistress, nothing else mattered.

He used to treat Chen Zihao with nothing but kindness, looking after him like a brother, yet in the end, Chen Zihao treated him like a sworn enemy. Where exactly had things gone wrong?

The next day, Tang Seng stopped Brother Monkey and Zhou Zixiu, leaving Zhu Bajie an entire night to lean against the door of Gao Cuilan’s boudoir to pour out his heart or weep. He let him stay in peace for the night before they set off the following day.

"Huang, it’s time to pay your protection fee!" Jack walked into the restaurant with six burly, dark-skinned foreigners and found the owner, Huang Ronghua.

After hearing the conversation next door, Old Song suddenly realized with a jolt that this might not have been such a coincidence after all.

What is wrong with me? Could it be that because I have been with Nan Chengyao for so long, his deep-seated suspicion and inability to trust anyone have influenced me to the point that I am now doubting my own birth parents, causing my mother such needless heartbreak?

Jin Yi rubbed his eyes and appeared before Meng Yao, disheveled, as if he had just been woken from a deep sleep, his face tinged with annoyance.

Feng Lingyue heard that Ye Qinsui, the leader of the Yanyue Gang, was a master of Vine Arts. After the gong for the match sounded, Ye Qinsui immediately formed a complex hand seal with both hands. Almost simultaneously, several green vines erupted from a corner of the arena.

The others seemed unfazed, their expressions normal; clearly, they were accustomed to this kind of killing intent from Leidorf.

From the moment the heavenly thunder descended, Jin Yi and Bai Yuzhen felt an unprecedented, immense pressure crush down upon them. Their meridians ached unbearably, their acupuncture points were completely sealed, and their faces twisted in agony. Even as they frantically circulated their nascent souls, they could not alleviate even a fraction of the oppressive suffering.

"Qingyu accepts this defeat wholeheartedly! Junior Sister, you were right. To underestimate the enemy is to invite defeat! Qingyu was far too arrogant! I have lost!" Qingyu bowed toward Jie'er.

The back valley had transformed as well. Where there used to be overgrown weeds, there was now a pond, and the rest of the land had been leveled into neat, uniform plots for medicinal herbs, though nothing had been planted yet.

Hearing Wu Yan’s answer, Zihan felt very uncomfortable. Although having others admire Long Yuling proved he was charming and that her own taste was good, she still felt that something was not quite right.

As for what the two people below said next, she seemed unable to take it in. Her mind was occupied with the thought: if Murong Qiqi were not the Princess, and it were actually Murong Qianqian instead—and if Murong Qianqian also did not like her dear Chu'er... could she perhaps beg the Princess to annul the engagement?