Chapter 164: The Liquid Staining His Body (Part Two)

Lin Wanzhao could not help letting out a soft gasp. "No wonder the scent I caught just now felt so familiar—it turns out to be the very same incense used in the private rooms at Keyuelai!"

The very first lunch she, Xia Qianhe, and the others had shared after arriving in Shanyang County was in a private room at Keyuelai!

Thus, she still retained some impression of it.

Xia Qianhe and the others seemed quite pleased with Keyuelai, and they had gone there again this afternoon.

As for herself, she had made an excuse about having some matters to attend to and...

However, Han Tianwei had no reason to wait for such a long time simply to strike down someone who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere—someone whose identity he did not even know yet. The longer he stayed here, the greater the danger he faced.

The boss threw a meaningful glance at his subordinates, and several men stepped forward, forcibly pulling Tianbiao up from the sofa.

"It's fine. We've practiced enough, so recording it directly should be no problem at all," Park Myung-soo said with absolute confidence.

Tang Junfeng had no idea what Lin Anqi might say to him, nor did he know what he should say to Lin Anqi in return.

"You can rest anytime, but opportunities for shopping don't come around very often," Lee Hyori remarked.

The young man in charge of the grilling had already deftly roasted the corn for Xie Yanan. Xie Yanan took it and took a few bites, only to suddenly feel that it lacked its usual deliciousness.

"Fifth Great-uncle, do you think so too? Could it even be that you don't believe Bocheng's words?" Xu Bocheng asked, looking somewhat aggrieved.

Then, the lofty President of Tang's Media, Mr. Tang Junfeng, could not tolerate having his dignity trampled upon.

Mu Lichen was also consumed by grief. Everything that had just happened was by no means his intention; he had merely been filled with resentment and vented it all in one breath. He put on his clothes and left Guizhen's room. As he passed through the living room, he saw Yin Zhengkai sitting right there on the sofa.

The words had barely faded when the chaotic world before them seemed to take on a hazy outline. A massive mountain loomed ahead, piercing the sky; at a single glance, it felt as though the peak were about to collapse, pressing down with a suffocating weight that made it hard to breathe.

Over the years, the Sikong family and the Tantai family had been locked in a constant, open-and-secret struggle, which meant that she and Tantai Mingyue had always remained rivals.

Du Feng could sense that their current attitude toward him was genuinely filled with admiration.

They crawled through the snow, creeping stealthily toward the perimeter wall. Villa Number One in the East District sat at the very edge of the isolation zone, and the surrounding villas were spaced a fair distance apart.

As Ji Ningdie's only friend in the Dragon God Academy, Tan Lingling was naturally informed by Ji Ningdie that Master Ji intended to teach her a new alchemy technique.

One of Granny Wang's shoes was missing, exposing her bare foot, and a freshwater mussel had stubbornly clamped onto her big toe—it looked agonizingly painful.

To continue making excuses now would only worsen her predicament and make Simozhou despise her even more.

Yet, upon second thought, she had only just arrived in Lingnan, and proper business awaited her. With a grievance-laden sniff, she deflated and dismissed the thought.

Holding Qi Hongan's hand, Meng Fengying actually shed tears. After yearning for so many years, their family was finally going to be reunited—shouldn't this be a cause for great joy?

Upon seeing this message, Zhou Zicheng thought of the genetically modified vegetables he had previously researched and felt somewhat tempted. But then he figured that since the apocalypse wasn't coming after all, why on earth would he bother researching improved rice crops? Thus, he sent a deeply moved refusal to the Zombie Emperor.

From Yang Xuchen's current perspective, the Emperor had still valued the Crown Prince back then, but such favor could not outweigh his intense aversion to the Xie family.

The grandson of a first-rank Duke and a Grand Eldest Princess—if such a family background could only be considered "all right," then there were simply no good family backgrounds left in the capital. Old Madam Yan looked somewhat dazed, failing to grasp what her good friend was trying to convey.

In stark contrast to the deathly stillness within the courtyard, merely a high wall away, the outside world was bustling with activity. Yet, unlike ordinary days, Baozitang—which should have opened its doors long ago—remained tightly shut at this hour, though amidst the surging crowds of the busy street, very few people even noticed.