Chapter Thirty-One: Something Strange in the Villa

“What?” Yan Xuan and Xiao Zhu exclaimed in shock, “Are you sure you’re watching the surveillance footage?”
Zheng Yongli snorted, “Director Wu, do you have anything else to say?”
“I...” Director Wu felt as if she had been laid bare...
She thought she was acting with perfect secrecy, yet she hadn’t expected the laborer hiding in the corner, an Up host, to record her actions with crystal clarity. He even replayed her stealing the cat food in slow motion; every gesture and expression was captured.
I spent a long time preparing the paper offerings for this Zhongyuan Festival, trying to make as many as possible.
Without clothes in the way, the strain on my mental strength from my x-ray vision was much less, so I could barely manage to get by.
However, the two never encountered He Qingyang in the arena. They asked around and heard he had suddenly fallen ill and couldn’t compete today.
The merchants also had to race against time, making the most of the three months of free rent. The first month was for renovations, and the second month, they had to hurry to open for business. Time was extremely tight.
“Wuu wuu wuu...” Hagen’s brow was tightly knit in pain, grumbling but unable to utter a word. He tried to save himself but his hands were tied, so he could only kick with his free legs, attempting to break the vines that way.
Someday, Chilian would die by his hand as well. For now, he had sent Chilian’s companion ahead on the journey.
Princess Pingning’s father, during the reign of the previous emperor—Zhao Xing’s grandfather—died in battle while saving the emperor.

“?” Wang Zhi stood stiffly as Eagle Wild untied the beast-hide rope binding his hands, then carried him over his shoulder out of the cave.
That day, Qinghua brought Yu Hua and tidied up a guest room in the courtyard, cleaning it thoroughly, burning a faint incense, and setting out three embroidery frames.
It could only be said that the Qi family truly picked their managers carefully; every one of them was capable of holding their own.
Several burly men got off the truck and efficiently loaded Wang Tieshan’s corpse onto the vehicle.
But for the emperor’s life, and for the lives of so many imperial physicians—his own father included—Feng Chuan had to try.
Chang Jingtong’s body trembled; her fingers clenched the paper, then gripped it tightly in her palm. The stiff paper pressed sharply against her skin, causing a slight, piercing pain.
Those who claimed to be too refined to bend for five bushels of grain all abandoned their principles when they saw the price he offered.
The whip whistled through the air, striking a branch of the tree beside the meadow, which instantly shattered into dust.
Mr. Hunchbacked Turtle let out a long howl, and he and his followers erupted with fury, seizing the chance to attack.
Qin Tian was indeed a martial arts grandmaster, but Su Hu was a half-step grandmaster. Was it really impossible for Su Hu to force Qin Tian to make a single move?
Yet Wei Zheng’s reaction, reflected in Ning Lan’s eyes, was a hint of serenity beneath his joy.

They bought up all the assets of the Xu and Zhao families at prices thirty percent above market value.
The old lady suddenly broke free from Wang Ming’s arm, picked up a chair from the side, and smashed it toward Xia An Ge’s head.
The two repeatedly promised they hadn’t seen anything that day, and only then did General Ji nod in satisfaction.
Her shoulders, elbows, and knees were all adorned with sharp, jet-black spikes, swirling with demonic energy.
Chang Xinyao took out some herbs, applied them to his arm, then wrapped it up.
The liquid quickly seeped into the earth and vanished, leaving not even a hint of green in the soil.
An ancient wedding banquet could perhaps be a little simpler, but only in the number of dishes. No matter what, a twelve-person round table required twelve courses.