Chapter 39: Gentle and Alluring

The next morning, Si Yao knocked on Wen Sui’s door early. To her surprise, Wen Sui was already up and had finished her makeup, though it left much to be desired—cheap and unrefined. Si Yao said nothing, stepping inside.

“Is Xing Jue not here?” Si Yao asked politely.

Wen Sui replied, “These…”

Regardless of how Gu Fengyan’s father had come to apologize and make amends in person, or how many times he explained to Qu Huashang’s father that it was just an accident and that someone had deliberately framed him, Lord Qu had never forgiven him; even now, his attitude remained frosty whenever they met.

At the end of the corridor was a spacious bedroom, a place so quiet that the commotion from downstairs barely reached it.

Behind the man in the black robe, more than a dozen men in black responded in unison and charged at Jun Lime and his companions.

Xiao Yan’s horsemanship was quite impressive. Although he had never ridden on the grasslands, before he met Ji Xinliang, he would often go riding at the largest equestrian center in Ning City.

What comforted him was that, in the mission briefing, Yang Yi noticed that L had specifically stated one thing: “no restrictions.”

“That was the old Ji Furong. I’ve grown much more mature now. Look at me—you call me by my name, and I don’t even get angry anymore,” Ji Furong said with a smile.

This was the secret power of the Exile Array: the entire formation, every barrier that held it, was endless and enduring. He intended to imprison it until the end of time.

“I knew you’d always love Dad’s egg noodles the most. I may not be skilled at other dishes, but when it comes to egg noodles, even the best chef in our Ji family can’t make them better than I do,” Xiao Tianyu said with a hearty laugh.

Ji Chang’an’s words made it clear: in the future, Ji Corporation would have a share for Xinliang. Since she’d have a share and was their family’s daughter-in-law, that share would essentially belong to the Xiao family.

Mrs. Qi’s expression turned cold, ready to retort, but when she met Qi Zhiyuan’s icy gaze, a flicker of fear passed through her heart.

Each flame golem, after cutting down thousands of skeletal warriors, exhausted its energy and collapsed with a thunderous crash.

Beatrice and Eiko were gradually getting used to using chopsticks and could now fill up on Chinese food. These days, they alternated between Chinese and Western meals, sometimes blending the two for variety. Both Old Wu and Xiao Han found the ever-changing menu refreshing and never grew tired of it. Suddenly, Xiao Han felt that this was a warm and welcoming home.

After speaking at length, Zhou Ziyan’s nose twitched again, and he sneezed several times in a row.

Having finally dispatched this unexpected group of enemies, Faras and his companions hurried toward Ryan. Seeing him drenched in blood and entrails, they grew anxious over his injuries. Red immediately cast a “Heal Wounds” spell on Ryan.

Jiang Ruoxi’s fair cheeks flushed slightly. “It’s late. We should get to sleep,” she said, then stood up, circled the coffee table, and walked to her bedroom.

Of course, at that moment, Ryan had no idea Charles would use such a method to promote the product. He and Allendo returned to their camp, and after a night’s rest, set off toward Ramhorn Town.

“No, I’m just being objective. Surely you, elder, anticipated this outcome! I’m not exaggerating—in fact, I’d say I was being rather conservative, don’t you think?” Rod smiled, his aura powerful and undiminished by Xuan Feng’s pressure.

The more Huang Qikun pledged his loyalty, the more tense the elders and disciples in the room became. The oppressive atmosphere was suffocating.

For the enemy to locate the heart of the anti-Japanese resistance so precisely and wipe out the “banner of resistance” in the village, there must have been a traitor guiding them—anything else would be beyond belief.