Chapter 135: Envy

Gong Qi stepped out of the bathhouse to find Tang Lvwu standing not far away, holding a set of clean clothes.

"These are my older brother's clothes. You should change out of your dirty ones first!"

Gong Qi felt a bit awkward. "Is this really okay? Won't your brother be angry?"

"My brother isn't that petty," Tang Lvwu said, thrusting the clothes into his arms. "It's just a loan; it's not like you aren't going to give them back."

"Where is your brother anyway? Oh, I see."

As a secret agent, I have undergone specialized training, allowing me to discern truth from falsehood from even the slightest trace—it’s remarkable! My heart pounded with shock; I never imagined that this so-called Vivien Leigh was actually a secret agent. They had collaborated on a ruse, successfully deceiving us all.

However, for someone who had been missing for over twenty years to suddenly return overnight—he had received word while still in the capital that the eldest son of the Yun family had returned. He hadn't expected that in just over three months, he would have kicked Yun Jin aside to reclaim the position that should have been his all along.

"Xin'er, I feel so heartbroken for you." Lin Jia, unable to restrain herself any longer, leaned onto Lin Qinxin’s shoulder and began to weep.

Long Wu delved into one of the fissures to investigate, discovering that the rate at which the crack was expanding could only be described as glacial. This was not without reason; the laws of the Everlasting Realm were somewhat overbearing, refusing to allow any other laws to merge with them.

Si could not help but silently wonder: if Jun Li obtained the Heart of Jueshang this time, how far would they be able to go? Would they remain together, sweet and inseparable forever?

The master of ceremonies looked at Ma Yichen, then at Liu Manxue, who was clearly at her breaking point, and could not help but risk his life to add one more remark to Ma Yichen.

"The victim was of the opposite sex, wasn't she? And she had a close relationship with your father? Or perhaps she was your father’s confidante?" I asked again.

"Impossible. Stop thinking about such useless things," Li Chenyi replied, his face darkening and his tone icy.

The third brother, Mo Lihai, carried a spear and a pipa on his back. The instrument had four strings tuned to earth, water, fire, and wind. As he plucked them, wind and fire surged forth together, much like a blade of blue clouds.

Although these were merely daily necessities and electronic products, if all these items were taken home and someone saw them, it would surely cause a huge scandal throughout the city.

They had heard that the last time Ye Wuya escaped from Li Bufan and the others, it was due to the Treasure Key. But here, in this special zone, the existence of the ancient hidden treasure meant that the functions of the key and the ability to vanish into the void were already suppressed.

Xiao Yu chuckled, though it felt incredibly dangerous. His left hand remained resting on the divine pillar, as if he might crush it to pieces at any moment.

Ye Wuya landed directly beside him, and the man asked with a cold glare, "What do you want?" Clearly, he had no desire to be entangled with Ye Wuya.

The investors, while ensuring the recovery of their capital and a certain margin of profit, were willing to allocate a portion of the equity to the workers.

For a middle-aged man, a guitar is more than just a commitment to music and a dream; it is his best companion.

The corpse had long since been disemboweled, all its internal organs missing. The blood on its body had already dried, making it look utterly wretched.

Those capable of fighting at night are extremely rare in Central C; defeat is only natural. Perhaps only the specially trained Dharma Society could maintain a steady footing and secure a victory.

Xuantian kept his hands behind his back, gathering the essence of frost in his palms as icicles began to form around him.

"Isn't that even better? This Demon-Slaying Conference is bound to be spectacular!" Situ Linxiao said, a strange glimmer in his eyes that revealed his true intentions.

"By the way, Big Brother, have the military matters concluded?" Huo Lingfeng asked, taking a sip of his coffee.

Note: Written in 2016 in Fuyang City, inspired by a lonely and helpless Mongolian wild donkey foal in the Bird and Flower Paradise area of Balihe, Yingshang.