Chapter 111: Tricked by He Zheyu

Murong An's words had just fallen when He Yuru still hadn't thought of how to refute him. The air, already tense with his presence, froze instantly at the sharp crack of Zhao Yiya's palm.

Murong An's head whipped to the left from the force of the blow, the right side of his face igniting with pain. Five clear fingerprints marred his fair skin. He kept his head turned away for a long time in silence, then let his gaze drift sideways to He Zheyu, who sat motionless at the dining table, idly swirling a red wine glass in his hand as though none of it concerned him.

Zhao Qingwu yanked Zhao Yiya back, his tone edged with displeasure. "Sister, every word and deed of yours now represents the He family and Zhao—"

After Ye Rong finished speaking, she rose to leave. Seeing her like that, I felt strangely unsettled inside. It struck me that every time she touched on matters of the heart, she always sounded so melancholy.

Damn, this ruthless bastard suddenly swinging into action was almost laughable. For a moment, I truly didn't know what to do.

Though I didn't know the monk's purpose, he had offered help without hesitation, so malice was unlikely. Luo Hao had been struggling to rid himself of Luo Fei; this could be the opening he'd been waiting for.

A cold snort suddenly cut through the air, followed by the chaotic shuffle of hurried footsteps.

Walking the street, I caught sight of numerous Dragon Hall disciples through the windows lining the side.

In the stunned silence of the onlookers, he extended his hand toward Gang Tian, reshaping it into a claw and seizing toward Zhou Nan's corpse. Devouring Rule Power erupted, Zhou Nan's plump frame shriveling into a desiccated mummy in an instant, leaving a swirling red-purple blood mist in Gang Tian's palm.

The clone also had one fatal weakness: it could not wield skills. Any attack would make it vanish outright.

Chen Xiaoran, having just buttoned the last of You Mu's shirt, turned at the baby handing him a pair of trousers.

Businesses ventured outside would draw others to scheme for them eventually; none could rely on him alone.

The once utterly ordinary bamboo stick now gleamed with faint luminescence, unmistakably extraordinary.

For days running, Shen Yue Rong had been preoccupied with her own affairs, vanishing from the agreed-upon lunches at the Wangfu.

"I told you to let her go..." Han Che spoke as he advanced toward the man, each measured step making every heart in the room stutter.

They had barely left Qingyao Peak when Yan Hongying seized them. No questions were needed; they had already confessed everything.

Their shelter used a mortise-and-tenon frame. Completed, it could instantly dismantle any rival's. The deadline was three days.

Yet it had been destroyed now, every inch marred, traces of violence everywhere.

Today's visitors were all prominent clans or officials from the capital; they knew Wu Yuzhu's story and spared Lin Yuer further torment.

Lin Chen nearly broke under the strain, terrified out of her wits, yet she still refused to speak. A python refusing to let go until it died?

This loess soil was loose, sparse with pebbles, and bone-dry.

Mu Yan poured out her reasoning in a single breath, her face radiant with joy whenever she spoke of Gu Chen.

Red light began to bloom in Que's eyes as he and Ling Yin stood back to back, silver-white blades held level across their chests.

"Brother Yu! What's going on?" Ran Luoxue's morning drowsiness had long fled; she sat up and slipped on her shoes.

Xiang Ling had never seen Qing Wen so rattled. Goosebumps rose on her skin; she kept her head bowed, hanging low.

Li Feihong seized a red wine jug and drank deeply, moving with fierce vigor, never pausing. He Qingfan watched in open-mouthed astonishment, realizing he lacked the courage to join in.

Itching, he twisted instinctively; the black-and-white striped suit clung smoothly to every line of his body, faultless.