Chapter 167: No Need to Be Polite with a Rival in Love

At this moment, Bai Muxue was truly fuming. After heavily tossing Lin Feng's mobile phone aside, she crossed her arms and sat on the sofa, nursing her anger.

Of course, just like Fu Chuoxian before her, a warning was just a warning. If she gave the warning and Yao Zhuosu still refused to let go... then she would simply wash her hands of the matter.

Just as Li Dalong had guessed, many people were unaware of the Yin-Yang Sect's secret realm, mistakenly thinking that the grand tournament was about to begin, and were eagerly waiting for the people of the Yin-Yang Sect to announce the rules.

When getting into the car, Xu Shandong used all her arm strength to push Elder Ming inside. After finishing, she noticed beads of sweat on Xu Shandong's forehead—she, who used to have countless people surrounding her just to wait on her hand and foot.

For the next two days, Xi Fuwei remained in her room pondering countermeasures, never once stepping downstairs except for her three daily meals.

Zian noticed that Noble Consort Yi's expression remained consistently nonchalant, a stark and total contrast to her previous arrogance and haughtiness.

Especially earlier, when the marriage alliance between the Shen family and the Song family had fallen through—wasn't it because Song Jiniang claimed that Xi Fuwei had seduced her fiancé-to-be?

Besides, if one were to trace it back, that suppression stone originally belonged to the Great Jin imperial family. Since anything belonging to the Great Jin imperial family now naturally belonged to Jin Cangling, it naturally belonged to her as well. Could they possibly afford to refuse to hand it over?

"I want to report this! Someone is colluding with heavenly demons and murdering our fellow compatriots!" Fan Kong said with resounding firmness.

Chen Yijie cast a teasing, sidelong glance at the nervous Han Xizhen, then pulled Wang Xiaoxian along to clink glasses and exchange drinks with the rest of the production crew members.

I changed into a white athletic tracksuit, put on a duck-tongued cap, bought two steamed buns at the entrance, and hailed a taxi. While munching on my breakfast, I hurried toward the Shen residence.

However, Old Master Wu was an old fox who had seen it all. Witnessing this scene, he merely felt that Wu Xiaoman had found a good place to settle down, and his heart was filled with profound relief.

Panpan did not truly understand what Yue Feng was talking about, yet she felt a sudden, sharp ache of sorrow piercing her heart.

Ding Yangyang simply wanted them to help act as manual laborers so she could logically and smoothly sneak in to watch the rehearsal.

Chen Yijiejie grinned and ducked inside, looking around in all directions and letting out clicks of amazement as he touched things here and inspected things there.

Ye Tian rolled his eyes in helplessness. Based on his estimation, the senior he had encountered last night possessed a cultivation level of at least the Ancient Martial Saint realm.

Sun Zhengyu drove quite recklessly, though fortunately, there were no pedestrians or vehicles on the main road at this hour; otherwise, an accident would have been inevitable.

In truth, she would have preferred to ride in the Lamborghini driven by Sun Zhengyu, but unfortunately, Sun Zhengyu had not invited her.

Xia Tangzhi's gaze lingered quietly on Fu Shian's face. He was not looking at her, and his expression remained as detached as ever.

"If you are willing to work for us, I can help you get rid of Han Shui'er and allow you to return to Jing Moxuan's side," Ximen Jingyan said calmly.

"You are?" Elder He was momentarily startled, failing to recognize the high-spirited young man before him at a single glance. Years of brutal warfare had long since forged Lu Sixia from the shy, green youth who left home into a tall, handsome, and mature man.

Therefore, facing something of this nature, if it were merely for such a circumstance, and if one could not even rely on oneself to have a simple chat, then trying to bring it up in class would be entirely out of the question as they would only talk about agriculture instead—it was simply impossible.

Yang Jin felt puzzled inside; if Zhao Yun truly intended to establish the Third Prince as the crown prince, it was entirely possible he would make him the commander-in-chief for this campaign to recover Jingzhou.

"Shut up." Muyu was in a foul mood. Not daring to vent his frustration on Mufeng or Mu Shiqi, he could only take it out on Qingyun, who was good at flattering. The latter could only harbor anger without daring to voice it.

Wang Peng raised his well-defined brows, finding Zhan Chian's phrase "without losing a single soldier" rather thought-provoking. If he had not misunderstood, Mao Senhai's wishes would most likely come to nothing.

Finally, with a loud *bang*, his physical body was blown to pieces, turning into a bloody mist that dissipated into the void.

However, the scene unfolding right before his eyes left Qimu Duan completely speechless; clearly, he found it utterly unbelievable that such a thing could happen.

For Guyu, that was terribly troublesome! Besides, wasn't Tiancong right beside him acting as a free commentator?

Qian Ruoruo moved Jing Moxuan's finger away, straightened her posture, and lifted her chin so that her cherry lips brushed lightly against Jing Moxuan's slightly cool, thin lips.

Perhaps Gu En'en was overwhelmed by the absolute certainty in Sheng Shi's tone, or perhaps she really was starving after going a whole day without food. All in all, while tears continued to stream down her face, she picked up her chopsticks and began to eat.

After discussing where they would cook their meal, Ling'er grew rather excited since she had never cooked for herself before. She suggested they go to the supermarket to buy some groceries so they could prepare dinner. Elder Ai thought this was a good idea and agreed.

"Could it be that I'm just too ordinary, which is why so many people look like me?" Taibai came up with a seemingly plausible excuse.

Zong Yang looked at them one by one, finally gazing upon his master's great-grandfather. He bore not the slightest resemblance to the dice-rolling old Daoist priest. Although depicted in his twilight years with a hunched posture, his heroic spirit remained undiminished; in his youth, he must have been dashing and free-spirited.

Sheng Shi also bent down and climbed inside, then pulled her tightly into his embrace. Her head rested gently against his chest, and her eyelashes were still damp with moisture. The sight wrenched his heart with agonizing pity. He raised his hand, gently wiped away her tears, and silently murmured in the depths of his heart: Chuchu, I'm sorry.

She had never been a kind-hearted soul. Although she wasn't the type to obsessively exact revenge for every minor slight, she could still clearly distinguish who was good to her and who pushed her out.