Chapter Forty-Nine: Mother Is Truly Amazing (Second Update)

Originally, everyone who had planned to leave after Yun Shuang's words paused in their steps, but upon hearing this, their brows furrowed once more. Indeed, each side made their own case, and both seemed reasonable—so who were they to believe?

But regardless of who was right or wrong, one thing was certain: if that so-called hawthorn roll was truly so filthy, no matter how delicious it was, none of them would dare to eat it!

“Oh?” Yun Shuang’s expression remained unchanged as she raised the corners of her lips coldly.

Fang Tianfeng was quick to notice that with just a simple smile from Song Jie, her allure immediately surged, captivating him. She wasn’t deliberately trying to seduce him, but because her thoughts lingered on Fang Tianfeng, her charm naturally served her intentions.

The handwriting was printed, but the content between the lines was somewhat chaotic, clearly revealing the researcher’s unstable emotions.

“Very well. City Lord Ma, please hold off Luo Fu—don’t let him unleash his most powerful strike on the grand formation. I’ll take care of Hai Lie,” Gu Feng’s eyes shone with resolute light, excitement stirring in his heart.

The elemental energy within Fang Tianfeng’s body recovered only very slowly, but with every sliver restored, it was drained away by dragon energy, slowing the latter’s consumption.

What stung even more was that Gu Feng had once again surpassed him, fueling his rage. The title of Marquis of Freedom was so coveted that even a dukedom could not compare—how many great generals and royal heirs coveted it?

“Mommy, do you need me to personally go and wipe out that team?” The captain of the Seventh Squad knelt on one knee as he spoke.

Even the Sixth Lord had never encountered such a situation before. All he could do was let him continue his training while he pondered what the problem might be.

“This… would it be inappropriate?” Stephen Chow and Ng Chun-yu exchanged glances, neither having expected Feng Yifeng to offer them these valuable-looking items.

Hearing Liu Qingyang’s words, Xu Zhisheng’s expression shifted subtly. Even with his usually excellent composure, he couldn’t help but feel agitated. In the textile industry, his word had always been law. If not for Liu Qingyang’s backing by the behemoth Virtue Bank, he wouldn’t have even bothered to converse with him.

Zhan Kuang frowned, his heart far from calm. Even he felt a trace of unease, and with a sudden sense of urgency, he issued his orders.

“Shishi, are you alright?” Aunt Wu was frightened when she saw Li Shishi fall, rushing over to check on her.

The combination of ice and fire attacks had pressed Yang Su’s face into a distorted shape, yet his expression did not change.

Without the help of the Demon Master’s Palace, the Mongol imperial family was driven from the Central Plains by Zhu Yuanzhang leading the righteous forces. Defeated, they fled to the great desert. Zhu Yuanzhang then became the sovereign of the Central Plains, naming his dynasty Ming and proclaiming himself the Hongwu Emperor.

After hanging up the phone, Mailun was furious, never expecting to be so thoroughly outmaneuvered.

He knew that if he wished to return to the capital, Li Shishi would surely follow, but the capital was nothing like this place.

How would you feel if a law enforcement officer told you to your face that he was actually looking forward to carrying out a forced action?

Gongsun Qing could feel Li Shishi tracing characters on his hand. He slightly moved his fingers but said nothing, only nodding gently.

The three of them found a corner to hide in, quietly waiting for the barrier before them to shatter.

Tony had nothing more to say about this; in his position, he would have made the same choice.

“Steward, those people have already been driven off by me. Judging by the situation, they won’t be coming back,” a mercenary hastily reported in the inner hall.

“I need to return to the office. Stay home with Butterfly and don’t wander about. Things are chaotic in the city right now; kidnappings of rich heirs are happening at the drop of a hat.” Wu Shizong would rather have them bored at home watching television than risk any accidents out in the city.

Huan Xi nodded slowly. With Qingyuan’s true energy, her body had recovered somewhat, yet she remained frail and powerless. “Just now, the snake…” her breath was weak, her eyes hazy.

Feng Lingxiao said lightly, “The imperial chef has prepared some delicacies for me. You shall test them for poison.” Testing for poison was usually the job of the food-taster eunuchs.

“Report! Old Zhao and the others have sent a letter!” a house servant hurriedly rushed in from outside, holding an envelope.

Ying Yiran knew that Ouyang Hai’s emotions at this time would certainly be unsettled. Ouyang Ying’s sudden departure not only left him feeling low, but as her father, Ouyang Hai would be even more troubled.

“You can say what you will about them, but don’t make insinuations that include me. Besides, I’m not one of those spoiled heirs,” Xiao Chen reminded, his fingers tapping intermittently against the car window.

“Kong, that part’s not difficult. What worries me is that Xinglin Pharmaceuticals might find some clueless scapegoats to take the fall,” A Biao added.

Yan Yue opened the window, letting the icy wind and snowflakes whip against her, as if her very soul was being cleansed.

“Overall, it’s not bad, but there’s still a flaw,” Xiao Chen said softly.

Ever since his bloodline awakened, Yan Yan had been thoroughly transformed, not only in bearing but also in character. He could no longer tolerate being bullied, nor would he allow himself to be used.

“Right now, you’re only at the peak of the early Nascent Soul stage. Breaking through to the Void Fusion stage within a year is simply impossible,” Luo Qianxue shook her head.

Yet with every reincarnation, Qin Luoyan would follow Yan Yan, knowing he possessed powers to shake the heavens and earth.

Chu Qiaoruo found it even stranger, and Zou Yu was the same, though her thoughts wandered further afield.

In the winter of the twenty-seventh year of the Qianli reign, the Ghost Doctor of the Snow Mountains gifted Feng Xier with wishes for health and growth, free from illness and disaster.