Chapter 61: Everyone Is Investigating Ruan Mianmian

And then there was that so-called energy value; she was utterly dissatisfied with the system's latest upgrade.

[Host, please use polite language when addressing the system.]

“How am I not polite? Is saying ‘hammer’ impolite now? Ever since you forced me to confront others, I’ve been far removed from civility, you know? And you dare speak of it?”

She had always been a well-mannered, courteous child, yet for the sake of survival, she had been compelled by the system to retort and push back, abandoning all traces of civility.

Xie Limeng, groggy and disoriented, vaguely heard the doctor outside giving a lengthy explanation. It seemed she was suffering retribution.

After spending most of the day dealing with the camp, the group of six once again piled into the SUV.

Xie Limeng made a request, but Chen Jin, helpless, acted as if he hadn’t heard, launching into another topic entirely.

Earlier, when he was eating, there were no other diners beside him, so no one noticed his appearance.

Fang Xiaoyuan’s expression collapsed completely. “I’m leaving first!” She grabbed her bag, face contorted with anger and frustration, and stormed out.

“Hey, Brother Niu, how did you avoid the bard’s psychic spell attack?” Wuxie asked curiously.

“He used secret arts to awaken his potential, thus sealing his own path forward. I, however, am a spirit tree of heaven and earth, absorbing the essence of the stars and drawing in the divine energy of the mountains and rivers. His glow is but a flicker, while I am the full moon; how can the two be compared?” The old tree thundered, its booming voice shaking the heavens, trembling the storm clouds and crackling with lightning.

Xie Limeng watched him intently, feeling complicated emotions. Zhou Jin—so far, she still couldn’t gauge the depths of this man.

Instinctively, he knew he had to address this question; other issues could be glossed over, but this was crucial.

Moreover, Zhao Tuo’s words rang true—what’s so special about Xianyang that one should cling to it? Isn’t Shen Xin the most creative person in the world?

“The princess wishes to investigate—see if she can find any clues about someone named Cui Liu.” Nearby, an enigmatic figure leaned against a round pillar, raising a beautiful brow and answering on behalf of Feng Yufei.

“Uncle Guangxi doesn’t know either? That’s really rare.” Liu Junhao had assumed Er Mazi, so widely experienced, would surely recognize it, but to his surprise, he didn’t.

Originally, following standard procedure, Qi Xuegui was charged by the Jiangyun County Procuratorate with intentional homicide, organizing, leading, and participating in a criminal gang, among other crimes; he was due to stand trial in early June.

The child was born as the weather turned hot. Zhang Qian had planned to shave the baby’s head at one month, but Zhang’s mother firmly forbade it, insisting a baby shouldn’t have their hair cut before a hundred days, otherwise it wouldn’t grow back.

“What?” Liu Junhao paused, clearly stunned by the line of text at the bottom of the screen. He began to wonder if his monitor was malfunctioning.

“Give me a reason not to kill you.” Shangguan Honglie was momentarily dazzled by Feng Yufei’s faint smile, then asked angrily in a low voice.

However, at this moment, Lesanbori had no time to discuss the image of the gods with Iapetos.

Qi Darei had been quiet, but now that he cried out, the attention of Xuefolas’s incarnation shifted to him. Although the consciousness of the High Priestess Yati had been erased upon Xuefolas’s descent, some lingering urge to kill Qi Darei remained.

“Go on, what did you come to see me about? Once you’ve finished, I can avenge Chenxiang...” Feng Yufei sat casually on the stone bench in the courtyard. Though the sun was high, the bench’s chill seeped through her thick clothing, infiltrating her body.

Li Jumei nodded. “Don’t forget to take these eggs and vegetables in the basket to your father-in-law,” she said, pointing to the bamboo basket placed by the wall, reminding him.

Baili Xin crouched slightly; the border collie immediately retreated, adopting an attack stance and watching Baili Xin warily.

It was exceedingly rare—since becoming a public figure, Zhuang Mengying had always conducted herself with integrity, fiercely protective of her reputation.