Chapter 43: So Hot

Xu Yancheng kept moving and said to the manager, "I will pay double for any damaged items."
The second door was smashed open.
Xu Yancheng turned on the light and entered.
The bedroom door was ajar, and he immediately caught sight of the corner of a red dress.
A surge of anger rose within him, and he rushed straight inside.
The pungent scent of alcohol assaulted his senses, and the first thing he saw was a woman...
But Fang Aolan was injured and had no way to resist. She could only watch helplessly as the bald man walked toward her, reaching out to grab her.
Quan Shi cooperated, lying still, allowing Han Jiujiu to sit on him, his gaze deep as he looked at her.
"Sister, the plum blossoms in the garden are budding. Let's go see them!" Ling'er reached out and pulled Er Ya along, making her laugh in spite of herself. This child was so stubborn—whatever she wanted, she demanded immediately. Er Ya turned to signal Lin Guizhu to follow.
For the other disciples who tried to enter, it was almost suicide. If lightning struck them, they would surely die. The lightning that fell here was equal to a full-strength blow from a five-star Martial Saint, terrifyingly powerful.

But Han Jiujiu was puzzled. When a previous tenant had just moved out, there were always items left behind. Normally, servants would clean up before anyone moved in. Yet Quan Shi had moved in while the servants were still tidying up.
"Junior brother, um... he's not dead, is he?" Fang Yun stared at Zhao Changfeng's calm profile for a long time before finally asking in a low voice.
Now that he had returned, whether this world was real or illusory, he was determined to help them live well.
"Then... can you tell me something useful?" Wei Yanrui asked, full of hope.
"I lost." He was unwilling, but he knew that judging by this pain, if Zhao Changfeng had wielded a real blade, he would have been sliced in two by now.
During his absence, they had joined forces to suppress court officials and eliminate dissenters. Many meritorious senior ministers were pressured into resigning.
For some reason, Yanbei felt a touch of envy as he watched Burial Ten Days relax and roam freely in the Kunpeng space.
"Fourth sister truly has good taste. Xier and Yuan'er are grateful to Mother and Fourth sister for their kindness." She thanked them courteously, which, in the eyes of Madam Liu and Xia Ruxue, seemed like showing off.
"You two, serve the consort well tonight." Long Yuze instructed Cui'er and Lü'er before leaving, also withdrawing the people who had been secretly monitoring her. After tonight, she would belong to him—he laughed gleefully.
If not for the informant reporting that the sisters were not faring well in the Xia household, they would still be oblivious. Thinking of this, the Duke of Qin's face was filled with worry.

"Insolence." Why do such things? ... Before he finished speaking, the emperor was enraged and rebuked Xia Jinxi, who had suddenly interrupted.
All the beauty in the world belonged to Qianyue, while he, born as evil, was a forsaken, despised spirit, even though they shared the same bloodline.
Everyone was stunned listening to the function of the tax bell—such high-tech weaponry in that era? What kind of weapon was this?
This time, when Han Yueqiao spoke, she deliberately released her aura. The others had wanted to retort, but suddenly found their mouths sealed, unable to utter a word.
After finishing, Han Yueqiao and Hu Tian left together. Watching them depart, Beitang Yexuan couldn't help but look disappointed.
In a fleeting moment, Wanxin felt dozens of sword shadows descending from all directions, aiming for her.
With such a large sum of cash, he could only deposit it bit by bit in the bank and slowly transfer it to his parents.
In an instant, two fists of vastly different sizes clashed heavily, emitting a dull thud.