Chapter 55: Wife, Shall I Help You Wash?

At this moment, the word “water” was the command; the four behind him no longer cared about their lives and, laying everything on the line, charged forward with all their might.

All their lives, they had thought the city's nighttime brilliance was nothing more than streetlamps spaced fifty meters apart atop telephone poles. Who would bother to embellish the city streets at night with a phrase like “when the lights first bloom”? Now, suddenly faced with such a breathtaking sight, everyone burst into cheers and laughter.

In truth, the reason Teacher Lu from the security office hadn’t let me treat my wounds before being questioned was enough to show that my injuries were not serious. But Zhang and the others didn’t know this—they thought I’d been rushed to the hospital as soon as I was hurt, and each of them believed my injuries were severe, which was why they were so anxious.

While fleeing, Mengyu became separated from Mumangzi and Wucheng. Two days later, she found herself in an unknown primeval forest. To stay as safe as possible and make it easier for Mumangzi to find her, she chose to travel with Lady Yu’er, the beloved concubine of Lord Pingdu, who was accompanied by guards and attendants.

“Come with me, I have something to tell you.” After Tali had left, Aidair said this to Angela and led the way ahead.

He laughed inwardly: With my Heavenly Pearl to cheat, my capacity for drink is boundless. Never mind drinking you all under the table—if I’m in the mood, breaking the Guinness World Record for drinking wouldn’t be difficult at all.

“Wang Manchun, the one you want to kill today is me!” Mingfan shouted as he strode into the flour mill, heading for Mingjing upstairs. Big Sister… It’s been so long since I last saw her. That scoundrel Wang Manchun actually dared to strike my sister.

Later, our homeroom teacher comforted me, saying this was just an exception—it only meant most of the questions I got wrong were ones I hadn’t mastered before. She told me to study the exam paper carefully, and assured me there would be great improvement next time.

“Yes, yes, yes, I don’t love you, all right?” Ye Zhen was thoroughly defeated. Before, as long as Ye Zhen kissed her, Jiang Ningning would usually turn away with a satisfied smile, but this time Jiang Ningning’s attack was so fierce that he hadn’t expected it.

As the saying goes, “desperation breeds ingenuity.” In my panic, I really did come up with a solution.

Xie Dongping and Zhao Xingwang exchanged a glance, each took out their sacred weapon, then brought Xie Fan and Lan Xi, unleashing a powerful astral pressure as they soared into the sky.

No one had their back to the elevator, so no one noticed Ji Weixiao’s arrival—not even Su Mo.

“You’re not welcome here. You shouldn’t have come. Since when did the followers of the First Bodhisattva become so audacious? Is Dizang trying to provoke me?” a hoarse voice called out.

At that moment, a surge of purple energy exploded, blasting the giant sand golem so hard that it staggered, its right arm nearly shattered. Simultaneously, a figure appeared atop the sand giant’s head.

“Making trouble for nothing? Really? Then tell me, why did you invite him to our engagement? Why was it his car you came back in tonight after you went to fetch something? Don’t tell me it was a coincidence,” Wei Bin said, veins bulging in his forehead.

Yet, Yang Zheng didn’t retreat. Instead, he grabbed his sniper rifle, hunched over, and charged forward, making it all the way to the first police car. That vehicle was riddled with bullets, but perhaps because it was in front, it hadn’t drawn much enemy attention, and bullets had not swept its way.

Tan Rujun’s preparations were already complete. As for the three missing herbs needed for the second-grade spirit liquid, although their sources had been identified, it would take at least a week to obtain them.

“What?” Nan Xi was completely baffled—this thing could talk to her? And it claimed not to be a thing? Then what on earth was it?

“That’s fine. The hospital is just as well. Besides, it won’t be long before the baby is born.” This time, Nian’an didn’t really object.

If it weren’t for that decisive spellfire at the end, Cha Duoyu, would you really have been so sure about your opponent? In the end, it all comes down to whose fist is harder—whether human or ghost, settle it with a fight.

“Uncle Lin, you are truly insightful.” The Ninth Prince’s face was flushed, but his eyes sparkled with anticipation, clearly pleased.

Fourteen couldn’t spend the whole day with me; he left before dinner to run his errands. I sat stiffly on the kang, occasionally pacing the courtyard. Even the smallest movement caused an uproar—Wen Qiu acted as if heading into battle; the moment she saw me stir, she grew terribly anxious.

After a bout of crying over there, I saw pieces of spirit money flutter up from the corner. A few notes caught the wind and drifted over to me. I nudged them with my foot—they were just ordinary funeral paper.

As soon as Lin Yue spoke, everyone immediately understood. Over this period, Lin Yue’s arrangements had saved their lives countless times, so whatever he suggested, they followed without hesitation.

“General, you seem carefree, and your paintings are full of peaceful scenes. But, if I may say, your ambitions are surely more than that, aren’t they?” Liu Chuan said, feigning profundity.

If that fellow isn’t dead, then I’m the one in trouble. There’s no way to cover this up. Besides, with Lu Ding holding Liu Chuan in such high esteem, how am I supposed to play this game?

When the dry grass was lit, it took a moment for thick smoke to rise. It would also take time for people in other directions to see the smoke and send help, so Ma Yutao had to hold off over a thousand men until reinforcements arrived.

Now she seriously suspected her mind was splitting apart—the recent string of bizarre events made her think it was time to see a psychologist.

“Divine Might Unbound!” Lin Wudao unleashed his signature technique again, this time prepared for Lu Ding. Who knew, after witnessing this move, would Lu Ding be tempted? Would he believe he could stand as Lin Wudao’s equal?

The Fourth Consort maintained her composure. “You’re always so thorough, my lord.” The two then discussed the affairs of the estate in detail over dinner, after which the Fourth Master finally took his leave.