Chapter 169: Lin Buwan Injured

"But you said just now that you would take me to find my mother, and you also said yourself that bad people never admit they are bad," I replied matter-of-factly.

"This means... the Young Master knew the tea was poisoned, yet he still chose to drink it time and time again. The Young Master is doing this to let the Sovereign know that he has truly been poisoned once more!" Xiu Ziqi's brows furrowed tightly, his hands clenched into fists by his sides.

"Su Jue—" Yue Qianlong reached out to pull him, and her lips unexpectedly brushed past the corner of Su Jue's mouth.

Chen Yan rolled his eyes in helpless exasperation. The maid behind them was blatantly lying with her eyes wide open; her chest wasn't even bound, and with two mounds that large, it would be hard for anyone to mistake her for a man.

Yu Ran felt a sharp pain in her chest. Looking down, she realized that because she had been riding her horse in such a rush, a wound extending from her neck down to her chest had torn open, and blood was seeping through her undergarment, instantly ruining all her understated elegance.

It was only then that Jiang Ya put on a pretentious act, pulling out his cell phone to call Captain Wu. "Oh, Captain Wu, sorry to disturb your rest," he said, pretending as though the two of them were barely acquainted.

On the other side, Dr. Amu arrived at Lu Sanqian's ward and slowly pulled back the curtains. He saw the usually refined and dashing elderly man lying on the snowy white hospital bed, his face pale, covered in wrinkles, and wearing an oxygen mask, looking as though he had aged by a dozen years overnight.

Judging from the expression she displayed, could that witch be an extremely dangerous figure? And if so, what is the witch's purpose in seeking out a ghost like me?

Meng Po had seen off countless souls along this Road to the Underworld, but she had never encountered a situation like the present one.

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone present exchanged glances in mutual dismay, none of them uttering a word for a long time. Fang Jinshi took it all in; this was clearly Zhao Kai's subordinates forcing his hand to make a prompt decision, yet Zhao Kai was afraid of the wolf in front and the tiger behind, hesitant and irresolute.

After turning the fish over, Li Gengxin similarly wielded his knife to debone the area where the fishbone connected to the flesh.

"I've said what needs to be said on behalf of the company, and I've delivered the gift sent by President Gao on behalf of him. Now, I'd like to say a few words on my behalf," Luo Fan swept his gaze across Xia Feng and Xu Li, a trace of a mischievous smile lingering in his eyes.

Although he knew Wang Neng loved to spout nonsense and rarely spoke seriously, under the current circumstances, he still needed to have it confirmed by him.

Xia Ning saw from the rearview mirror that quite a few "human torches" were rushing out of the vehicles and leaping straight off the bridge.

Mo Zixuan secretly cast a glance at Yang Wanxiao of the Blazing Flame Valley, who stood in opposition to his own side, and then looked at the two Golden Core cultivators and ten Hundun disciples from the Wind, Flower, Snow, and Moon Sect, as if a certain decision had formed in his mind.

The fat man who had been beaten down now simply lay there, unable to do a thing; the injuries on his body had caused him to lose consciousness.

Xin Xingzong hesitated for a long time before finally saying, "Then... then I'll go sit downstairs and wait until Master Wang has time." With that, he also went downstairs.

Under normal circumstances, no matter how loud Ming Tong's movements were, they could not be detected by Xiao Ran.

The moment her words fell, the gazes of everyone in the grand hall converged upon Lu Qinghe.

Undoubtedly, just like the fingerprints possessed by every human being, soul fluctuations contain unique identifiers belonging to every individual life, making them even easier to distinguish than fingerprints.

After Luo Fan applied a thread of divine power to guarantee the integrity of the core world, the world consciousness, driven by the instinct for survival, chose to suppress the demigod's consciousness first.

"The spy has died on the spot, and the general protected Mu He, but he himself was burned..." Tian Dacheng could no longer bear to continue.

Qi Jun let out a barely perceptible hum and did not respond. She was reminded of a Saturday night shortly after the start of the first semester of her junior year, when Yang Jiebai had taken her to a bar to celebrate the birthday of a so-called good friend, and the scene that unfolded at the neighboring table.

"There is a ship," Lu Cheng observed through his binoculars, spotting a wooden vessel docked at the port of Green Leaf River.

Seeing that Xi Shang was already waiting outside the hall, Bei Lingtian said no more. He gestured for Xi Shang to enter, ordered the doors closed and all guards dismissed, completely leaving the grand hall to the two of them.

Unlike the other seamless light spheres, this one consisted of two rings. The core ring radiated a rich white light, possessing more texture and stability than ordinary light spheres.

"Homework? None of that matters anymore. You are going to make a vital contribution to the Arcane Society's footprints spanning multiple worlds, starting with this world first." The moment Pesetto's voice fell, the sound of dense gunfire echoed throughout the shooting range.

Jiamu had bought the ship tickets and taken Lin Wanwan with him. He planned to take a boat to leave this place, heading to somewhere where no one could ever find them. That way, Lin Wanwan would no longer be in danger.

The more Nancy interacted with the rabbits, the more she felt how little she truly knew.

Li Sicheng already possessed a diamond necklace, so there was no need to order one for him. Besides, the young master certainly wouldn't deign to look at such cheap goods.

"The puppet moved!" she cried out in alarm, looking incredulously toward Hayao Shuichi and the others, hoping to draw their attention.

Smack, smack, smack... Tang Long's tail lashed down fiercely like a whip, leaving streaks of wounds across the creature's body. The pain caused the beast to howl furiously, trying to lunge and bite Tang Long, but it couldn't even touch a single hair of his. After taking a dozen beatings in vain, it finally calmed down.

This behavior deeply displeased some of the etiquette-obsessed elders in the imperial court, especially the censors; if the timing hadn't been wrong, they would have loved to leap out and loudly accuse Ling Yu of uncourtly deportment.

Ling Yu didn't waste words; he explained the blueprints and precautions to the craftsmen, told them to begin manufacturing, and then found a place to rest and wait with Yang Yuan and Wu Yong inside the workshop.

"Grandfather, Ye Tian has made such a demand. What should we do now?" The speaker was Wang Yaoyao.