Chapter 116: Concealment!
Meng Rongrong was a light sleeper; even the sound of the lights being turned off roused her from slumber. Her bright eyes scanned the room anxiously, and a wave of fear welled up from deep within. Unbidden, her nose tingled, and in the next moment, she began to sob quietly.
“Big sister?”
Chen Fan was utterly baffled. What on earth was going on?
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When he opened his eyes, he saw Audrey, Isla, Simran, and Bob engrossed in a game of blackjack.
“Of course,” the Prince of Yan said without hesitation, relaying what Shen Caiyi had told him to Fang Chengjia, whose hand holding the wine glass froze mid-air.
“General Ajiu, what brings you here at this hour?” Jimo Aoxiong, spotting her, lifted his head to ask.
As she reached the doorway, just about to use her key, she noticed a faint glow emanating from inside.
After the regular meeting ended, the students clamored for Lian Xin to join them in the cafeteria for lunch—the first day of the new semester marked by a class reunion meal.
Upon hearing the question, Bai Yixiao’s eyes darted away nervously but still recited the prepared script: “At the hospital entrance, when the Gu family was about to send you back to the Ji family, it was snatched away.”
The strike, shaped like a massive crescent moon stretching over a hundred meters, carried terrifying momentum and incredible acceleration. Raine’s slash had clearly surpassed the realm of a mere swordsman, startling both Keleka and Smudge, who sensed it through their Observation Haki.
“No need for such formalities,” the Prince of Yan said calmly, glancing down at Narentoya before speaking.
Virginia paused, glanced at the half-empty tub of chips, and after venting her frustrations, found herself much more composed.
Yang Shenzhi’s words subtly affirmed Lu Qining’s abilities. Lu Qifeng agreed—had Lu Qining come from a more prestigious background, he might well have taken the crown prince’s title.
Nie Fengxing took the diary from his hand, flipped through it, then pulled out a cigarette from his clothes, lighting it and taking a drag.
When Father Qu returned that evening, he overheard the commotion from the neighboring ward and praised Qu Jiarui for his cleverness.
To make it more convincing, Yang Shenzhi leaned most of his body against Liu Shuyao, feigning weakness.
Zhan Feiyu shot Ming San an irritated glance—he hated composing poetry most of all, yet here Ming San was, digging a pit for him.
The Monkey King, clever and quick-witted, recognized that the Two Immortals were not truly angry but only putting on a show. He chuckled to himself and joined in, bowing deeply twice.
Chen Xiang, disguised as Yang Jian, swaggered into the Judicial Temple. Yet unfamiliar with the Heavenly Court, he wandered aimlessly, finding no trace of his father.
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Pots, pans, and various knives converged into a steel tornado, relentlessly contracting inward. Sharp cutlery darted through the whirlwind, weaving between gaps to stab at Pig Number Three.
Within a sphere of pure light, the leader of the Feathered Sect spoke, his voice as clear and melodious as jade beads dropping onto a jade plate, yet tinged with mystery.
In truth, she had not completely ignored Jiang Ning; after all, their relationship had grown close enough that complete ignorance was impossible.
I murmured softly, then turned to close the courtyard gate. Approaching the stone table, I recounted the resurrection of Ju Po to the assembled group in detail.
Leaving aside their already dubious standing, with Yuan Zhongshu’s status, a single word from him could condemn them to hell.
They might try to flee, but before escaping, they shared a common trait—they would seize your provisions to heal their wounds.
As the knowledge of the Celestial Master’s teachings gradually assimilated in my mind, I grasped the hierarchy of power among the Three Realms and learned to distinguish the specific levels of beings through the presence of yin energy, demon aura, and corpse qi.
At that moment, the door opened. Fu Jian and Xue Baochai exchanged glances, both feeling a bit embarrassed.