Chapter 59: No One Can Escape Her Divination

When Su Qingli first came to the company, no one welcomed her. On the contrary, she was met with sarcasm and even bullied alongside He Cheng. She had once helped Feifei, and Feifei remembered it well. Later, when the others wanted Feifei to join them in bullying Su Qingli, Feifei refused. Because of this, Su Qingli always treated Feifei kindly.

"Qingli, this is too much," she said.

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Hearing her father's almost commanding tone, Li Yuling couldn't help but be slightly taken aback. She had no idea why her elderly father would suddenly be so furious.

Since she could not live as peacefully as others, then she might as well embrace life boldly and without restraint.

This time, Wang Xuan had no intention of accepting things from others for nothing. Last time it was because he had no money, but this time, things were different.

Cao Cao nodded repeatedly at these words. In the future contest with Jingxiang, the provinces of Qing and Xu would serve as his shield. If they were lost, and the two warlords fought on the Yellow River, Hebei would stand no chance.

And who was Lin Tian? The man who had broken his legs. How could someone like that kindly help him recover? It was nothing short of murder.

Yang Bo had seized the initiative in the Liaodong chessboard, but whether he could maintain his offensive advantage would depend on the battle at Mopancheng with Huang Taiji. Yang Bo was almost certain that Huang Taiji would not sit and wait for death; he would swallow his pride and strike. The key to victory lay in the progress at Mopancheng.

Lackey stepped forward, covering his nose with his hand. The heavy scent of blood in the air was suffocating and irritated him.

Huang Zhong was brimming with fighting spirit, while Xu Chu was leaning toward retreat. As one advanced and the other faltered, Xu Chu's spearwork grew increasingly disordered. The Cao army beneath the city saw their generals' panic and, fearless of death, charged forward with wild shouts.

Of course, the pain did not last long, for his wails brought not pity from the Inagawa-kai men, but a hail of bullets. In just a few heartbeats, the man in black was riddled like a sieve, and the searing pain vanished for good.

Staring blankly at the spot where blood still gushed, tears instantly blurred his vision. Duan Tianya slowly extended his fingers, his voice trembling.

The pain was undeniable but would not last long—perhaps only a fleeting moment. So Liu Xing steeled himself and pierced through that thin barrier.

By now, no one called Liu Lao Yao by his old nickname; everyone addressed him as Brother or as Young Master Liu.

Having shared such intimacy, and with both feeling thoroughly satisfied, the young woman's attitude toward him changed dramatically.

Hu Qiang's expression darkened. He did not know why, but despite having the clear advantage, whenever he saw Chu Feng's lazy, relaxed demeanor, a chill crept down his spine and his heart pounded uneasily. He had the nagging feeling that something momentous was about to happen.

“Aunt, if there’s nothing else, I’ll head to the carriage first,” Su Yiyao replied, then went straight to her own carriage.

“You’re just saying that. In the end, it still depends on luck, doesn’t it?” Mu Lixiao thought that sometimes she survived purely by luck. When the Empress Dowager rebelled, it was luck that got her through until Mu Shuo arrived.

Still, Gou Tousheng’s guess was spot on. Liu Yong did know quite a few names—more than just one or two—but they all shared one thing in common: none were good people. All had crossed paths with Liu Yong, and each met a tragic end.

“Falling Petal, Flying Leaf Palm!” came a crisp cry. Suddenly, wind howled through the bamboo grove, and countless fallen leaves were swept up by some unknown force, forming several vine-like whips that surged toward Chu Feng, intent on binding him.