Chapter Eighty-Eight: Are You Leaving or Not?

Old Guo thought for a moment and said, “That’s hard to say.”
“The group dressed in workers’ clothes must be the ones repairing the reservoir. Some of them even carry tools.”
“You nearly killed someone back then, yet they didn’t react at all. There must be a skilled person among them. Otherwise, they would have acted long ago.”
Old Guo was indeed correct on this point. People at that time were highly aware; without a master guiding them, they wouldn’t ignore such behavior. Only a sorcerer would remain indifferent to such underworld disputes.
Old Guo had mentioned that the Guanshan Pavilion Reservoir was half-built but then abandoned, likely because the contractors couldn’t handle the pressure and secretly hired an expert disguised as a laborer.

Mu Fengyun collapsed before Lady Liu’s bed, her face veiled as she wept bitterly, tears soaking the veil and clinging to her face. She was utterly unaware, and many who witnessed this scene couldn’t help but look away.

Lady Wu added that soaking in the herbal bath powder was harmless, but the herbal oil massage required the skilled hands of a mother or nanny to knead and rub effectively. So even if the product was sold in the shop, without such expertise, it would be useless.

The two remained at an impasse, neither willing to yield. Mu Fenghua’s face was cold, and Ouyang Kun showed no intention of letting Mu Fenghua leave. Even with Qingchen silently watching him closely from the side, he stood blocking the exit, deliberately exposing the wound.

Ai Yimo dared not think any further. She glanced at the bedroom door, which was suddenly pushed open.

Among them was Princess Changping, often likened to the Moon Goddess Chang’e for her pure and pristine nature. Her aura was cool and distant, earning her the nickname “the cold beauty.”

“Princess Shuo, please wait!” A woman rushed out from the corner gate of the Zheng residence, calling for the princess to stop.

The pace slowed slightly. Wind, ruthless as a wounded tiger, uttered a cold voice in the solitude.

Zhou Ting knew that Shao Baiqing’s excuse was just that—an excuse. Her employer spoke fluent Oxford English, but when faced with a hot potato, she was more than willing to pass it on.

“Yue’er, I’m here.” Those four simple words brought great comfort to Yun Hanyue. To entrust oneself wholly and without reservation to Jun Mo Li’s careful planning required immense trust.

She was remarkably enduring. Such pain, she merely gritted her teeth, twisting the bedsheet hard, neither crying out nor making a sound, ashamed and afraid of troubling the doctor.

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Faced with his eldest son’s pleas and the entreaties of his retainers, Da Ye Pingxin scolded sharply, seeming resolute in his decision. Yet somehow, he also hinted at leaving the matter to the Renmu family’s judgment.

Thus, the Xinjin upheaval finally came to an end, and the Xinjin Hall returned to the Xinjin clan’s control. The deaths of Matsukami Yoshiyuki and his son in battle clouded the Matsukami family’s future.

Nur did not recklessly attack. Originally a forest bandit, he had learned various combat skills from mercenaries following Fide. Having seen the mercenaries who fell to Vinocci—mostly struck by her counterattacks after failed strikes—he was cautious.

It was already winter, yet the weather remained oppressively hot. The glaring sun scorched the burning earth, and the rising heat distorted the scenery before their eyes.

Some things, even when you choose the path you desire, do not necessarily end better than before.

“Lord Heisuke, what happened to your leg? Why are you limping?” Ino Heisuke’s wife, Sonoko, asked worriedly upon seeing her husband’s uneven gait.

According to online polls on candidates from both parties, each had its strengths and weaknesses. Even across the ocean in China, these matters were discussed. Generally, the Republican Party, representing conservatism, was unpopular there, as conservatives preferred a tougher stance in foreign relations.

“Is there a reward if I guess correctly?” Su Yi looked at Yang Yurou, then smiled hopefully.

“Charge!” The Ghost with the Staff threw his scepter, which upon landing formed a circle of iron pillars, encircling Du Meng and the others tightly.

The burning flames charred its arm until the bones were blackened. Tang Zihan frowned—she hadn’t expected this crimson bear to be so decisive. This was troublesome indeed.

Li Mu looked at the cards in his hand. Apart from Avalon, there seemed no strong cards to counter the dragon. He had prepared few cards specifically against dragons, as dragon cards were extremely rare in this world.

Qi Chuyang lowered his eyes, earnestly recalling his deeds, but ultimately found no solution.

The matter had gone this far, and the words were clear. To save face, the Grand Elder had no choice but to dryly order Qiqiao’s release.

With everything considered, Jiang Hanchen released Tang Luoran, then reached out to clasp her hand, reddened by the cold.

“Is this a mechanical card? Or a playing card?” Li Mu asked curiously, as he hadn’t seen this sword the last time they met.

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From the moment he fell in love with her, he had prepared himself for “she’s not inexperienced,” but experience now revealed a different truth.

Luoran followed calmly behind her, watching Gu Tian’s back. He wondered how Tang Tian would react when Ye Hao presented the evidence.

The injured white phoenix was much quieter with its chicks. For it, feeding on corpses was like the vultures of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau—a survival rule. Humans might loathe this habit, but one must respect the fundamentals of its existence.

The next morning, Qiao Nuan planned to sleep in, only to be rudely awakened by her internal biological clock. Groggily, she reached for the alarm clock beside her bed—it was not yet seven.

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