Chapter 122: My Obedient Little Niece

Eat this bowl of leftover food covered in thick phlegm?

At this moment, everyone present was utterly shocked. One had to realize that Duan Ping was the only son of the richest man in Lianhua County; if this were to get out, the reputation of the Duan family would likely be dragged through the mud.

Staring at the bowl of leftovers fouled with phlegm, Duan Ping felt his stomach churn. A wave of intense nausea made him retch repeatedly.

"Chen Yang, you are..."

Qing Lu sounded somewhat aggrieved. Just then, Ziyou’s faint voice came from the side, "Pei Langru said those words half a month ago, when we were caught in a natural maze made of a birch forest."

In the October heat, the "Indian summer" was in full force. Finally, the station broadcast announced the arrival of the train, and after a while, the bustling crowd poured out of the exit. Mu Yang stared at the gate without blinking, terrified of missing anything.

Qian Yun had always been a woman of swift and decisive action. Once the matter was settled, she immediately called the July Group to send people over, then began searching for a construction company to transport materials, while simultaneously summoning architects to begin drafting the resort blueprints.

As a heavy horn sounded, dark clouds suddenly rose from within the Fox Clan’s army, and a rain of arrows that blotted out the sun poured down upon San Lang and his companions in an instant.

The crystal bottle bounced playfully off the security guard's head, then fell to the floor as if it had vanished into the vast sea.

Zheng Yan had to admit that he was feeling rather depressed, yet from time to time, a sense of relief would surface. Ah, fate is a strange thing; when you cut ties, there is relief, but when you cannot, there is only depression.

Eighteen years ago, Mu Yunshen—a shadow cast off by the Imperial Tutor Yu Wuyuan—was guarding Nie Yun in the mortal realm. He discovered that Nie Yun had disappeared at the border between Bie Du and the Demon Realm, leaving behind only a sword that would never rust on the battlefield.

In the vast office, only the humming of the air conditioner and the crisp tapping of a keyboard remained.

Zheng Yan had never complained about his life, nor had he truly hated anyone. He should have been content, grateful to those who cared for and loved him. Because of that gratitude, he wanted to repay them, or at least, not be a burden to them.

For three years, no matter how clearly he dropped hints or made his feelings known, she remained indifferent, always maintaining the professional boundary of a colleague.

The silence of the surroundings was broken by the two. The gamblers looked at Qin Feng with envy, their hearts filled with uncontrollable regret and frustration, whispering amongst themselves. A one-to-forty payout—with such a massive difference, why hadn't they had the courage to place a bet themselves?

On the martial arts stage, the figures of an old man and a young man stood in a stalemate. Yang Yi watched them quietly, his expression as natural as a monk in meditation; he still had not made a move.

Several martial artists who had leaped into the air to attack Tang Ming and Mu Zixin suddenly found their bodies suspended in the air in a bizarre fashion, before they began to scream uncontrollably.

Zod originally had a sufficient understanding of this weapon and could have found a way to disable it, but the problem was that he truly could not afford the time. So, gritting his teeth, he attacked with even greater abandon, and the results were quite significant.

They all think I don't dare, don't they? They all mock me, don't they? I refuse to let them have their way. It’s just a kiss, just skin touching skin. Even if I haven't seen a pig run, I've certainly eaten pork; who doesn't know how to do that?

Even within the Inner Sect of the Bear Sect, these three disciples were high and mighty figures, yet here, in the Ling County training room, they were being stared at like monkeys for a long time.

By the third night, just as Ye Yan thought Yang Zhengye wouldn't stir up any more trouble and was preparing to head home the next day, he was about to climb into bed when he heard movement at the door.

"Heh, it’s obviously for cultivating our relationship and having a deep exchange!" Ye Long said, arching his eyebrows.

But this was rarely good news for interrogators, especially for those as upright and prideful as Rogers and Orion.