Chapter 52: Tension and Thrills: The Young Lord Arrives with a Vengeance

Shen Shuyi had no idea that Pei Xizhou was harboring thoughts about her. She steadily finished playing a tune without a single flaw, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Thinking that her part was over, she was caught off guard when Pei Xizhou commanded her, "Come over and pour wine for our esteemed guest."

Shen Shuyi sat frozen in place.

Knowing full well that her face was too disfigured to be seen in public, why would Pei Xizhou ask her to serve wine?

Among all the girls at the Fragrant Hundred Pavilion, why did Pei Xizhou single her out to serve people?

It seemed utterly impossible. Yet, even if she thought this way in her heart, she would never dare say it aloud.

All around were dilapidated houses, with three or four spots still emitting smoke. It would probably take more than three or five years for the City of Rivers to recover its former appearance.

Having spent a long time observing without any meaningful discoveries, I quietly retreated from Kurisu's room and made my way to the villa's living room. The layout of this villa was identical to my own home, as though carved from the very same mold.

After finishing her sharp and venomous scolding, Sun Hongmei wiggled her plump, barrel-like waist and walked toward her own desk.

Sun Lei knew that what he had just said was quite enough; as long as Luo Yu was smart, she should know whether to stay or go.

My relationship with Misaka Mikoto—lovers, brother and sister, husband and wife, whether we held each other in our hearts, and whether we had spent a whole night moaning together—was interrogated to the point where our faces burned crimson.

Hearing this, Shao Wu felt a tight squeeze in his chest. Yet seeing the others bowing and walking toward the back instead of saluting the warlord, and recalling He Zhuliang’s fate, Shao Wu felt as though he had stepped into a hornet's nest, unsure of which hole to dive into. With no other choice, he could only force a smile and follow the others toward the back courtyard, going along with the flow.

Zhao Liansheng nodded vaguely at Zhang Minqiang and began to speak, which was nothing more than summarizing yesterday's work and arranging the primary tasks for today's village visit.

"Senior, I understand! My fire comes from my heart!" In that instant, Mofeng understood—not only grasping Huang Jian's question, but also comprehending the profound mysteries of illusory movement.

"Er Xiao! You scared the life out of me! Do you have any idea how much trouble I'd be in if Mu Jingchen caught us?" she complained sheepishly, though inwardly she breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing that Bei Fengjin was still seated in his chair, gazing at her with a serene expression, she felt an inexplicable sense of relief.

Jing Yiren racked her brain but could not figure out who could have done it, even though only Jiang Duoduo and her parents had been here all along taking care of her grandmother.

Senior Brother Dongfang still said nothing. Giving her a faint glance, he turned and walked toward the front of the corridor.

Nor did he wish to watch his father feign ignorance. His father knew very well what he was doing abroad, which was why he deliberately withheld the funds from being transferred to him, yet now chose to play dumb.

She figured that as long as she stopped looking for him and completely ignored him, he would eventually give up on his own.

Li Chenzhou was troubled for a moment. Holding the box, she pondered; her spiritual consciousness entered the heart-lock and gave it a gentle nudge. With a soft click, the lock opened.

Jiang Biqing followed behind, listening to their conversation. She raised her gaze slightly, and the look she directed at Li Chenzhou was filled with deep reverence and adoration.

Wisps of smoke rose lazily, curling around that handsome face which resembled an ancient Greek deity. The aura surrounding him was stern and ascetic to the extreme.

Yue Feng was so enraged that he violently smashed his phone onto the ground. With a deafening crash, the sound startled everyone in the room into a collective shudder.

The Overlord of the World had never expected to encounter this supreme demon-subduing treasure. Yet he did not hesitate for long; his body instantly soared upward, shooting into the distance like an arrow released from a taut bow.

Outside, cultivators entered one after another, while dozens of people still lingered behind, hesitating and struggling with the decision of whether it was worth risking their lives to fight for and pursue the Dao of ascending to immortality and becoming immortals.

As soon as Lu Ping finished the food in his bowl, Qingyu immediately put down the celadon bowl, cast a glance at Lu Ping, and darted outside.

Vlad was not left waiting long before Kaido leaped into the sky once again, a spiked club already materialized in his hand.