Chapter 118: Suspicions from All Sides

“……”

Originally annoyed, Nangong Lingyue’s expression suddenly stiffened slightly, yet within her cold, irritated eyes flickered a hint of evasion and a secret smile.

Well, she wasn’t so angry anymore.

“All right, I can be the nominal party, but I won’t handle the matter myself. I will also make this clear to Principal Hong.” After a few seconds of silence, Nangong Lingyue left this sentence before abruptly ending the communication.

“Snap!” Lin Qingyun snapped his fingers, done.

Neither of them were particularly fond of movies, partly because the current films weren’t very good.

The area around Qinglong Academy was relatively bustling. Not far from the campus, they stepped onto a busy street filled with numerous vendors selling all kinds of goods.

This matter was inadvertently revealed by “Tang” to one of his trusted subordinates, Lin Xie.

Without hesitation, Jiang Huairen began training according to the Triple Blood Battle technique. The cultivation wasn’t difficult; the challenge lay in the amount of essence and blood. Jiang Huairen practiced the powerful Nine-Dragon Technique, but his essence and blood could barely sustain even the first level.

The old man in the black robe reached up and removed the black blindfold covering his eyes. Beneath it were two hollow, sunken eye sockets.

Having traveled extensively with his father since childhood, Luo Changfeng had naturally heard of Xie An by name.

Jiang Wangcao bowed respectfully, placed the Chi You statue into his storage ring, then vanished in a flash. As for how to explain it upon returning, Jiang Yì didn’t care in the slightest—that was Jiang Wangcao’s problem to consider.

Everyone stared blankly at the scene before them. Endless, boundless white stretched as far as the eye could see, as if in an instant, they had arrived in a bitterly cold wasteland.

Although she fell in love at first sight with that car, she feared it would implicate Lin Dahui, so she suppressed her feelings. But since she had decided to follow Lin Dahui—to be his—if he was so stingy as to refuse this small sum, then she might as well have been blind.

Shen Jingyun nodded. Overall, the Southeast Province was still under the Shen family’s control, and Haitian Sheng had to obey them. Naturally, Shen Jingyun knew Haitian Sheng’s contact information. He dialed a number immediately—a sequence of over ten digits, like a password.

But this move also enraged it. The nine tails suddenly flared out and swept fiercely toward me.

Sophie panicked. “Let’s eat something first before we go!” Her simple plan was to use the meal break to call Chen Zui and prepare him.

One by one, everyone instinctively stepped back, keeping as much distance as possible to avoid becoming targets of the Penglai Sect’s attacks for no reason.

Bai Banli Qingyang, nephew of Li Tian, ranked second among the Four Vajra Guardians. A graduate of East Sea University with a degree in Business Administration, most of Li Tian’s enterprises were now entrusted to his management.

Ximen Qing did not deliberately avoid the county magistrate; he had indeed left Yanggu County. At noon, he took his servant, mounted his horse, and headed straight for Dongping Prefecture.

Lan Lianxia, is that you? Why have you come back? Must you also snatch away the most humble opportunity I have now?

Throwing a tantrum again? I glared fiercely at Xia Haoyu, and suddenly it seemed as if I remembered something... What did Xia Haoyu just call me? Lin Duoduo? Isn’t Lin Duoduo my name? Has he... recognized me?

Wu Song admired Yan Fang’s medical skills and, knowing they came from Hua Tuo, felt very pleased, confident that this time Wu Dalang’s illness could be cured.

Changing clothes and heading to the washroom, I saw from afar the cups neatly arranged on the basin, a pink toothbrush tucked inside the quilt, and the newly bought toothpaste lying nearby, which instantly warmed my heart.

But I feared seeing her, feared I wouldn’t be able to resist taking her away, locking her by my side forever.

Closer to Yao Chuxi’s seat was a plate of fried fish. Yao Chuxi had tasted this dish during the Fang family’s last visit to the palace—marinated to perfection and then deep-fried, tender in texture and fragrant in aroma.