Chapter 107: Investigating Madame Xu

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Master Yan couldn’t help but roll his eyes dramatically. “Stop pretending.”
Yan Zhi: “...”
He couldn’t stay in this household any longer.
He left directly through the door.
Yan Huai, always eager for excitement, called after him, “Young uncle, where are you going? Another trip abroad?”
Yan Zhi took a deep breath, truly wishing he could crush them all!
He scoffed coldly, “Going to say farewell to my first love. What, you want to come too?”
Yan Huai smiled lightly, “I just—”
This simple farmhouse was surrounded by the assault team, packed tightly. From a distance, the villagers widened their eyes, watching intently as the drama about to unfold.
After Jin Haichuan married, he never touched Wang Xiaomin. He only wanted to protect his love for Zhou Hongju, never imagining that Wang Xiaomin’s heart belonged to his younger brother, Jin Haipeng.

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Yet among the crowd, some remained clear-headed. Their eyes suddenly sharpened, as if they sensed hidden meanings in Chu Yucai’s words.
“I promised you I’d act, and I have. If I hadn’t owed you a great debt, do you think the old woman would let you act recklessly?” The witch glanced at the anxious Huiming, speaking calmly.
Luo Rulong snorted coldly. A few paper talismans appeared in his hand; he threw them down. They burst into fiery spheres amidst the swarming insects, triggering a series of explosions. Numerous fireballs appeared, covering nearly ten thousand square meters of ground.
Luo Rulong persisted for ten minutes, feeling the materials inside melting. He freed one hand to add more ingredients.
Gong Shaoxie pondered while ascending the stairs, wondering if Xia Fangyuan had left any clues behind.
Looking at the four people, Luo Rulong’s expression remained unchanged, as if he had anticipated their identities.
“Little Sister Hongxiang, your waist is so slender, your scent so sweet, your lips so tender, and your chest so ample. I once thought that part of you was fake silicone,” Luo Rulong called out in the direction Wen Hongxiang had left, his mind painting a vivid picture of her flustered reaction.
Meng Yan instantly understood what this was—a curse technique, and a rather basic one at that.
After an unknown length of time, she slowly dried herself, put on a clean robe, and stepped out of the bath.
With a wave of her hand, the entire space instantly transformed, restored exactly as it had been before being disturbed, without a single difference.

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Seeing a wound appear on Xu Zhe’s arm, Yin Chaleite grinned and accelerated the assault on him.
Wang Biao remained vigilant. Bright’s expression was volatile. Wang Biao knew that Bright had been shocked by what had just transpired. Until he fully understood the situation, Bright would remain cautious.
Of course, the current Nelson-class battleship couldn’t achieve this; only an Archangel-class battleship could.
Yet, in the end, he was not a qualified husband—he had failed to protect his wife, and now her fate was uncertain.
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