Chapter 110: Slightly Drunk

At eight in the evening, work wrapped up, and on the way back to the hotel, Lian Youyou took out her phone. A minute after powering it on and unlocking it, the device began to buzz nonstop with dozens of text messages.

A closer look showed they had all come from an unfamiliar number.

Lian Youyou, just you wait. You and my brother teamed up to ruin me. I swear I will never let this go!

If you’ve got the nerve, tell Xiao Jing. You think I’m afraid of your threats? Let’s see whether Xiao Jing believes you or me!

Stop acting so smug, Lian Youyou. Without my brother and your godfather Richard backing you, you’d be nothing. When you’re standing that high, you’ll only have farther to fall!

Lian Youyou, you are nothing but...

Chi Yanyao was unnaturally quiet, hatred for Lin Feng seeping from her bones, making the air inside the car turn icy cold.

Lin Xiaoxiao had not come to school for a week. Rumor had it that something had happened to her, but no one knew whether it had anything to do with this.

About an hour later, Shui Bing’er’s body had already begun to change. The external soul bone was already visible on her back as it fused in.

In front of Yu Hong, He Yucheng set his phone on the table, dialed the first number, and confidently turned on the speaker.

The sound of slap after slap echoed from the Zhao family villa, leaving Lin Feng both amused and helpless.

So Liu Hao simply dropped anchor near a reef and stopped the ship, letting everyone rest where they were.

Upon hearing this, Long Yue’er felt a pang of sorrow. In her heart she thought, Third Treasure Brother, Heaven has truly been unfair to you! Then she suddenly remembered that night, when she had gifted the inner core without charge for the sake of Nangong Yushi’s son, and a burst of anger rose in her.

Mario nodded, sat back down, took the bread William handed him, and ate heartily.

Even so, when this signalman saw Captain Wright, he immediately became completely deferential and dutifully explained, “Sir, our artillery position is in the rear, and it cannot reach Li Wei’s rebel artillery position.

At that moment, Feng Qingru, who had been startled by the sudden person popping up in front of her, was forced back a step by Dugu Changlie and Hu Laizi.

For a time, no one spoke. Only the wind outside the window could be heard moaning through the lattice. The charcoal fire in the room burned quietly, occasionally giving off a faint cracking pop.

Upon hearing Zhenzhen say this, the heart Buddha Li had just set down immediately climbed back into his throat.

After the two calls were finished, Yu Dainian was dragged by Yu Shan back into the basement and tied to the chair again.

“Is that really how it is?” Qiao Zhihan was almost convinced. The more she thought about it, the more she realized there were so many things she had never known. Suddenly, she also felt that Lin Ziyu truly was capable of serving as chairwoman. She really was formidable.

The Qing troops quickly realized that the Tang soldiers on the north and south city walls were nothing like the soft targets they had faced elsewhere. Cold, disciplined, and armed with fine armor and weapons, these Tang troops looked more like a killing machine driven at full force.

More than a dozen hidden and visible imperial guards, each with a golden saber at the waist, were scattered around them at a distance of some twenty paces, standing watch with a look of full alertness.

Meka stared blankly at Wang Ming, who had already been plated and served, and said something. After her words fell, Wang Ming shrugged and gave an indifferent nod.

She had thought that she and Murong Che would finally be able to start over, yet she had never imagined that his heart no longer belonged to her.

As he approached Su Binghuai’s side, he hung up the phone with a face full of worry, cold sweat continuously beading on his forehead.

Time moved forward like a baby taking its first steps, advancing at an unbearably slow pace. The sky was still blue without the slightest blemish.

As expected, Mu Ling’er was bathed in an endless sea of flowers, yin and yang energy spinning above her head, the twin fish of yin and yang leaping and turning.

In truth, Zhao Lei had also come to see them off amid a busy schedule; his time was time as well, and it was not right to keep troubling him.

Fortunately, Song Simu had a VIP ticket and did not have to wait in the long line at the entrance, so the car drove smoothly into Peach Blossom Garden.

The matter was too serious. They had to report it to the higher-ups and inform the family at once, lest it lead to even greater losses.