Chapter Thirty-Five: Encounter with an Ex-Girlfriend Again

Did they really think he was the chef here!

“Xiao Yan, could you please make another plate? It’s just too delicious—I haven’t had enough.”

“Brother Yan! Please!” Zheng Weiwei pressed her palms together and raised them above her head in supplication.

Even Old Zheng, looking somewhat embarrassed, spoke up, “Mr. Yan, perhaps you could…”

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Meanwhile, elsewhere in the capital, there was another residence, quite similar in layout to the Wang family’s estate. The master of this house was none other than Wang Zun.

Everyone present was clamoring, voices overlapping with hostility and aggression, making the atmosphere grow stifling and oppressive.

Zhang Tianyi’s eyes widened in shock, as if he’d seen a spirit—no, more like Daji herself, a beauty who could steal a man’s soul with a glance.

At that moment, the two Black Wind Bandits seemed to sense something amiss. They glanced in this direction, startling the trio so much their hearts nearly stopped, but after seeing nothing unusual, the bandits moved on.

He had lingered in Pingyang for nearly half a month. Nangong Dingkang met with them daily to negotiate, but a matter that should have been simple was dragged on endlessly, with no clear answer given, just as before.

Yet, his wager was not merely to avoid this attack; he intended to seize this opportunity, to strike a decisive blow and make Leopard Lord pay the price.

The generals exchanged glances, their attitudes shifting from indifference to hesitation, and finally, one by one, they grew eager to act.

But her anxious demeanor, flushed cheeks, and trembling voice betrayed the true turmoil in her heart.

As for why Mushuiqing had been chosen as the first target, there were two reasons—the first was her extraordinary talent, and the second was to use this chance to sow discord and deepen the rifts among the righteous sects, to thoroughly stir up the stagnant and muddy waters of the martial world.

“General, our soldiers are still fighting fiercely below. If we fire now, we’ll risk hitting our own men!” The captain of the archers stared at Shao Ming in disbelief, unable to fathom that these words had come from his mouth.

Shen Nian followed the online instructions step by step, but still failed. She set her phone aside and decided to improvise.

“What makes me worthy of this from you? I’m not! Do you understand?” As she spoke, Tang Youyou broke down in tears once again.

Huilan now had two children. To tell the truth, she was heartbroken at the loss of her eldest son, but she still had her daughter and the prospect of more children. For Mrs. Qian, though, the stakes were far higher; since giving birth to Li Yi, she had lost all favor in the family—her son was her only hope in this life.

Tiansheng paced anxiously in place. Now that the Ninefold Treasure Armor refused to come forth and he lacked the strength to break the barrier, was he really doomed to stand by helplessly, watching the Heart of the Sea so close at hand yet utterly out of reach?

“If I say it exists, then it does!” Chu Ya, unwilling to let Liu Xuan continue with this awkward topic, raised her voice sharply in rebuke.

“What’s the good news?” Lü Hong, seeing the joy on the faces of the students in the school, asked the young man beside him. The youth had clearly been waiting for Lü Hong to inquire; the moment he heard the question, he eagerly shared two pieces of cheerful news.

As for Changsun Hao and the others, they watched Liu Yiyi as if witnessing a sideshow. For a moment, the entire flower pavilion fell into utter silence.

“That makes sense. Perhaps General Huo has other motives as well.” Thinking of Lü Xiang’er’s safety, Zhaoxia agreed with Lü Hong’s final words.

At the very least, it should never have been a sickly, crippled immortal on the verge of death. In fact, for a long time, I believed I wouldn’t live past fifteen.

“There’s no need—I can go back on my own!” Tiansheng calculated that there was still plenty of time.

Seeing that familiar smile, a sudden sense of foreboding rose in Mo Yanqing’s heart.

Although the Ji family’s lineage had always struggled with conception, there had never been a case as severe as Nancy’s.