Chapter 59 Settling the Marriage Arrangement

Kong Qingyuan’s sudden realization in the end had a profound impact on the old master, who consequently inherited Kong Qingyuan’s good qualities while casting aside his malicious traits.

With a rumbling sound, a blinding bolt of white lightning flashed across the sky, instantly illuminating the earth in a sheet of white. At that exact moment, he caught sight of Hongxing’s figure, with a radiant red light emanating from her body.

Old Garlic Head finished speaking and turned to leave immediately. Refusing Dabao’s offer to see him out, he hunched his shoulders, darted into the courtyard, and with a swift turn at the main gate, vanished from sight.

It was only six o'clock in the afternoon, yet the sky already felt profoundly late. Although the daylight was still bright, it cast an ominous gloom that felt as though night had prematurely fallen.

Her elevated legs were pressed against the wall, trembling rhythmically with the relentless driving of the bull. Overcome with embarrassment, Lin Yujiao hastily covered her eyes with both hands.

Just as a fierce battle for the supremacy of Bawang Beach was unfolding at the foot of the mountain in the dead of night, the conference room of Guangmao Group was also brightly lit, with the board of directors holding an ongoing session to discuss rescue measures for Dabao’s factory.

Li Chang'an had also briefly inquired over the phone; the deceased and the suspects actually had no connection whatsoever to Zhang Suxuan, meaning the matter was purely official business.

Xueqi had always been enthusiastic about shopping for clothes. Upon hearing that I was going to take her to buy new garments, she immediately cheered and jumped with joy.

Liu Yang brought Wugu back home, and upon seeing what Liu Yang had made, Wugu immediately pointed out numerous areas that needed improvement.

Peng Bo then briefly recounted the story told by Prison Guard Qin Zhiming—introduced by Tong Rui—regarding Zhong Qi’s father, Zhong Yuanliang, and his prison friend, Ou Ji'an.

As Aoka stood mesmerized, feeling thrilled at having recovered at least seventy percent of his martial arts prowess from his past life within just a few short years, he remained completely oblivious to the subtle anomaly permeating the surrounding air, the entire training ground currently shrouded in absolute silence.

"Winning by a narrow margin last year? Then how did you manage to win?" Su Qingyu asked in bewilderment. Last year, he had only witnessed a portion of Lin Xiaoxiao's matches, and during the final sprint, he was standing too far away to see.

Over the next two days, the two of them stayed quietly in this cave, never leaving each other's side.

Consequently, bloodshed became a regular occurrence; every morning, corpses would inexplicably appear on the streets, or without warning, a noble's mansion would suddenly catch fire, reducing everything to ashes within the raging flames, along with everyone inside.

Upon hearing that it was snowing, those who had already finished eating hurriedly got up and looked out the window. Sure enough, the snowflakes outside were growing steadily larger, and within moments, they transformed into heavy, goose-feather flakes.

"Later on, Qingyu, help Xiaoxiao look over those outfits," Mother Lin said with a smile as she served food to everyone, casually addressing Su Qingyu.

He smiled faintly, and with a single glance, he could tell that among the assembled company, Lingyue, Fairy Luoxia, and Lu Jun were the leading figures.

However, when Jinqing returned to her room, her hands and feet were ice-cold, and her heart was filled with intense regret. She truly should not have fobbed off Concubine Qin just for the sake of temporary convenience. Now look at where she was: the old rumor had not yet been dispelled, but a new one had already been hatched, and she herself was the instigator of this fresh gossip.

The injured grasshopper instantly erupted with a fierce red glow from within, as if unleashing its latent potential. The light radiating from its exterior even neutralized the energy attack fired at it by the Ilop mecha.

"Where are you? I'll come pick you up," Li Moran said as he stood up, grabbing his car keys and preparing to head out.

The rejection was firm and decisive, relentless to the point of cruelty. Luo Ling stared at Li Yan in disbelief, her heart brimming with thousands of words yet utterly unable to express any of them, leaving her with only a pair of wide, despairing eyes as tears broke through their dams.

Yet, fortunately, under his guidance, Yunyun—despite being only eighteen—already possessed the talent of a prime minister.

She would surely try every possible means to make him happy, wouldn't she? Yet he preferred to sit here, staring blankly at a game of dead Go, without ever thinking of going to the Zili Palace to find her.

"You say the Emperor took Concubine Jue to the newly built Fenghua Palace?" The voice from the throne sounded calm, yet carried an intangible aura of majesty. The Empress seemed to be merely glancing casually at the palace maid kneeling below to report the news, but the hidden implication beneath those words was something anyone could perceive.

What did she mean by no decent gifts? He had clearly bestowed upon her numerous items, every single one of them her absolute favorite, treasures that could not be bought for ten thousand pieces of gold.

Linlang did not deliberately emphasize the four words "nothing left to say." Yet could one imagine a pair of lovers who had been inseparable just days prior suddenly breaking apart to such an irreconcilable degree?

"Shuang'er, I..." Emotion surged within Xiao Ran, leaving him at a loss for words, filled with the youthful shyness he felt when he first met her a year ago.

"He is not handsome at all," Ye Xiaomei blushed, linking her arm through Fang Qingyou's as they headed in the direction of the cafeteria.

Heraclius was tempted; what greater cause could there be than restoring the glory of the Roman Empire?

Old Li looked to be in his fifties, burly, with dark, greasy skin. His face, which was usually accustomed to greeting guests with a smile, was now alternating between red and white, flush with embarrassment.

Relying on their ultra-sharp sense of smell and hearing, the sea ghosts had pinpointed our location. Right now, they were outside, using their hard shells to ram against the iron door of the cargo hold in a desperate attempt to break it open.

Numerous divine patterns coiled around him. They were not summoned by his own active cultivation, but were involuntarily invoked and brought to the surface by the Dao principles surrounding the divine spring.

Qin Yue, a man in white who constantly kept company with Ye Weirui, fancied himself exceptionally graceful, yet even in the warmth of April weather, he persistently twirled a folding fan in his hand.

"Since we've come all this way, we certainly aren't going to return empty-handed. This Ghost King's tomb is rumored to be so preposterous, no matter what, we've got to go inside and take a look around," Sanpang chimed in from the side.

Seeing herself surrounded on all sides, Liu Xiang’s expression grew increasingly terrified, a shred of despair gradually welling up in the depths of her pupils.

Everyone kept their eyes glued to Xiangyang, but out of a guilty conscience, she never dared to raise her head, naturally remaining unaware that she had become the center of everyone's attention.

Even when Chen Fan employed secret arts, he could only recreate the phantom of a battlefield. How could these demonic insects, merely releasing the auras of various long-extinguished powerhouses, possibly block that earth-shattering super formation?

Yunxuan had no time to entertain the scarred man's words. With tricky precision and resolute force, he struck another acupoint with his palm.

He could no longer sit still. If tens of thousands of fattened rabbits truly all died, leaving aside the financial losses, what about the clients' orders? Failing to fulfill those orders would require paying double compensation.

At that moment, everyone's gaze converged upon the withered, frail old crone before them. They harbored not a single shred of doubt regarding a single word spoken by Granny Ghost, and Kang Chen was no exception.

"Yan Kewu, I never expected a salted fish could flip over and turn the tables one day. Ha," Han Yu sneered as he looked down at Yan Kewu on the ground.