Chapter 65: Fine Beef Noodles

Ma Yichen withdrew his hand, looking at Ma Yirui in confusion, unable to understand why he couldn’t touch Liu Manxue. With elegant movements, he pulled a tissue from the holder on the desk and slowly wiped the coffee from his face.

Ke Yiyao was far too curious, her mind brimming with countless questions, so she followed right after him, keeping close behind Ling Zihan.

“All right, if you won’t confess, then we’ll use force!” In the grand hall, the old magistrate, upon seeing Old Master Feng’s stubbornness—stubborn as a mule—could barely contain his anger. The evidence was irrefutable, yet still he refused to admit it. Wasn’t he courting death? The old man was determined to deal with this murderer properly.

Tang Yan blinked her beautiful eyes, gazing at this handsome face, her heart in turmoil, her heartbeat accelerating uncontrollably.

At this moment, Vitruvius was already dressed in mourning clothes, discreetly concealing the Demon King’s precious jade at his chest. At the same time, he slipped the two five-ringed witch rings, currently unusable, from his hands into a space pouch hidden in his shoe sole.

Ke Yiyao had thoroughly enjoyed her class today, so as soon as it ended, she rushed over to Ling Zihan and began sharing the happy events of her day.

Li Bing kissed his phone screen, exhilarated by Tang Ruoxin’s broad-mindedness and empathy; she truly stood out from the rest. He suddenly realized Tang Ruoxin was the one who understood him best. If he could spend his life with such a soulmate by his side, it would indeed be a great blessing.

While chatting with Su Haoxi, Li Bing had already noticed Lin Hanxiang’s pale expression; how he wished they could reach their floor more quickly.

Just as Lu Yu’s palm pressed against the panel, a crisp electronic sound rang out, and instantly, a curtain of light appeared, scanning across the back of his hand.

It was precisely because he lacked ambition to dominate the realm that Emperor Hongzhi dared to entrust Xu Fu with military power and confidently assign him the task of quelling the Tartars.

In other words, as long as they could help the spoiled scions solve technical problems with vehicle modifications, the research institute would find its profit point. With that, it could continue to survive, and those working there would have a future for their careers.

The detectives felt somewhat disappointed. Their investigation revealed that Chu Zihan’s social circle was even simpler than Li Yongle’s.

“I suppose so. Ever since His Highness visited that day, the mute servant has seemed much more absent-minded—often gazing longingly at the gate. Master and I are guessing: is he waiting for someone?” As Feng Wanlin spoke, his gaze turned to Xu Xiyuan.

Xu Xiyuan’s meaning was clear—he would not return with Xu Xihui, but would stay at the manor until Princess Anyang and her entourage departed. He even hinted that Xu Xihui was a petty and scheming person.

Fang Ao gazed into the distance, lost in contemplation. The scene before him overlapped with memories of that world-devouring disaster. His pupils grew unfocused for a moment. He had suffered a tragic defeat last time, but now? Would he face the same fate again?

“Given the situation, Lady Shen, you must persuade your daughter. Please, don’t let her lose hope.” Princess Xin dabbed her eyes with a handkerchief, stepped forward, and spoke.

After the incident just now, the people at Yuan Niang’s table were noticeably more restrained, the lively atmosphere gone. They now whispered quietly in small groups to those beside them.

The fat one, sporting a massive beer belly, strutted about arrogantly, while the thin one kept his eyes fixed on the ceiling, dressed in a civil servant’s uniform.

And so, the scroll stretched out for several hundred meters, names vanishing one by one before Luo Xuan. In the end, the hundred-zhang scroll was once again completely blank.

“Is Dai Xiao all right?” As soon as they entered the cave, Ximen Zhe asked anxiously. Dai Xiao had only fainted and then suffered another knock, but with Leng Zixiao’s skills, she should be fine.

After the performance, everyone was slow to recover; even the leaders of the Xiang Group nodded repeatedly, clearly impressed by the show.

This time, Deng Yi was caught by Li Xiao, and part of the credit belonged to Liu Xiang. It was Liu Xiang who, at the first sign of trouble, immediately informed Li Xiao. As a result, Li Xiao was able to nip everything in the bud before it even began.

Understanding—this word is usually reserved for friends, but often, rivals know each other even more intimately.

“There?” After getting out of the car, Li Xiao’s gaze settled coldly on a huge neon sign several hundred meters away. This was the outskirts—there were no tall buildings around, so the sign was especially conspicuous.

The two of them conferred in hushed tones, found a secluded spot to change back into their original clothes, and then returned to the inn to settle in once more.

Miaomiao’s nerves were still not quite steady; whenever she had a moment, she would run to the doctor’s office, fearing that her beloved Lu Fei would be stolen away by Nie Yukun.

These so-called mainstream films always follow the same tired formula: our army is wise and united, while the reactionaries are corrupt, scheming, and doomed—never any innovation, never the slightest change. The monotony is enough to put one to sleep.

Originally, Ximen Xianchu was protecting Bai Zhanfeng while plotting to kill Bai Yiyi for his own gain, but Bai Zhanfeng misunderstood this as deep affection for her, and was moved to tears.

Though the old family head was but a strand of spiritual force, facing Xue Long’s seven main bodies, he was not in the least intimidated. Instead, he spoke with confidence and conviction.

Earlier, the Silent Oil Jar had said it would take three to five days for the water to recede. If it were three days, we could risk mudslides and rush down the mountain, but if it took five, there simply wouldn’t be enough time.