Chapter 87: The Whirlpool

It felt as though the weather were about to turn.

Lu Qingqing’s heart was racing; she looked nervously at Murong Yan.

“Still, it may not be so.” Murong Yan wanted to comfort her, but he was too clumsy for that, and after a few words he no longer knew what to say. “Let’s wait until it’s confirmed.”

Lu Qingqing drew a deep breath. If it could be leaked out, then perhaps...

He had thrown the phone into the river because he intended to lead Gu Beichen to retrieve it later. Once the text messages were restored, whether anyone believed that Jian Mo had passed from this world or not, it would all be a fleeting smoke screen, and it would greatly benefit him in what he meant to do.

“So that’s how it is. I knew Shi Yin would surely recover and remember my brother. Rest assured, even if my brother is busy, he will make time to come to City B for the wedding wine you and Yiben will share.” Mu Zhengyan spoke with genuine earnestness at this moment.

And as for Pei Zhenteng, at this very moment, the warm face he usually wore had turned unsightly.

More crucially, how had the other party found this place? If they were enemies, that would be disastrous. Their vigilance had been loosened to such an extent; if the visitors had truly been foes, they would likely have already been slaughtered cleanly. Still, from the tone of the speaker, it did not seem to be someone with ill intentions toward them.

Star’s world should have been filled with beauty, and yet, if there were only brightness in this world, one would forget and never truly understand the preciousness of brightness.

When the old master saw Baochun and Rong Zheng, he sighed repeatedly, even saying in bitter disappointment that it would have been better had he never had such a son at all, for one day or another he would be angered to death by him.

“This... is this real?” Wu Changming murmured under his breath. It was not only him; everyone present had the same question in their hearts.

Now, she had once again revealed that side of herself which compelled others to look up at her. Every time one saw it, the shock was beyond words.

“If you don’t say it, how do you know I can’t?” At this point, Ger almost wanted to cry in front of Lin Xifan. He had originally thought he still held some measure of initiative in this matter, but just two sentences from Lin Xifan had completely thrown him off balance. Ger finally understood just how formidable this newly appointed chairman of the Divine Society was.

Whether it was an ordinary person or merely an ant, so long as he refined the fruit of the divine tree, he would be able to safely possess every power contained within it.

The imperial physician had gone out to prepare medicine, but unfortunately, in her present state, drinking medicine was meaningless; no matter whether she could swallow it or not, the duchess had to wake first for it to count.

When she married in her teens, if you told your father, “I want to try falling in love on my own,” at best he would send you off to become a nun; at worst, he might simply throw you straight into the river.

“So the director guesses that I want to catch whose eye?” Su Yin, hearing my question that refused to follow convention, was momentarily stunned. “Lan Sha is a man who knows nothing of such pleasures, so perhaps it is that Manager Xiao who has never shown his face!” Hearing her own supposedly astute analysis, Su Yin could not help but let a faint proud smile appear.

The final blow landed in his stomach, and he immediately coughed up blood. The man looked with satisfaction at Nanguang Jinyuan, who had been beaten into a pig’s-head mess, then with a bang threw him to the ground and added a few more kicks.

The car screeched to an abrupt stop. Fortunately, Yi Qian had worn her seat belt, or else her forehead would have had an intimate encounter with the inner window.

Whatever hidden health risks the Sheep Boss might have had of his own, in the end his cerebral infarction was brought on by drinking with them. Now that such a result had been achieved, it was naturally a cause for universal rejoicing.

That younger sister, who had never been obedient before, had suddenly become so compliant and sensible. Why did he still feel that something was not quite right?

Yaliqi could hardly contain her happiness. She understood perfectly well that this was the benefit brought by being cherished.

Su Mo did not know to whom I was speaking. Just as she was about to ask, I gripped her hand tightly and stopped her. Su Mo was very clever; realizing that there were others in the cave, she lightened her breathing and covered her mouth with her hand.