Chapter 79: Betrayal

Seeing that Lin Shiyun seemed to have no intention of attacking him again, Li Xiaobao, who had been kneeling on the ground and crying for his parents, finally let out a small sigh of relief.

He was deeply frightened, utterly terrified.

He knew that failure was not the end; as long as there was an opportunity left, he could always reclaim his dignity later. But once his life was lost, everything would be over. Li Xiaobao valued his own life above anything else.

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"Shuyue, your father only wants what's best for you. He's merely teaching you the principles of being a good person. Why must you be so defiant?" Madame Li sighed, her voice gentle and earnest with persuasion.

Tang Guanqi felt a sensation she could hardly describe. She was well aware of the steward's whereabouts and actions. The home Zeng Fang so wholeheartedly believed to be good was, in truth, nothing but a pile of shattered debris.

Lu Wushuang gave no answer, entered the motorhome, and closed her eyes, but the face that surfaced in her mind was that of the youth seated beside Yan Feixue in the passenger seat.

Yang Meier considered Yang Chen's words and found them reasonable, decisively abandoning the idea of borrowing a car from Aunt Lin.

Qin Xiao's smiling face instantly turned cold and sinister as he stared at the newcomer, cold sweat breaking out on his back.

At this moment, it was clear—the Crown Prince Hazzi had changed into equestrian attire, ready to take the field himself.

In the blink of an eye, at the government mansion, the sky that had been brightly sunny suddenly began to pour rain—fast and fierce, buckets of water crashing onto the ground.

Looking for a cultivation method? What a joke. At the Fang family estate, what kind of method was not available? Why would he need to seek one out himself?

He grasped her wrist, pressing two fingers against it. The longer he examined her pulse, the darker his expression became.

Unable to discern what this man was up to, Zhou Yunyan certainly did not believe he was some kind-hearted citizen eager to help.

"Thank you, that's not necessary. We have our own." Cold Moon Phoenix replied indifferently, then pulled the Fourth Princess along without so much as a backward glance.

Fu Yan's expression changed; he was about to speak when the old lady tugged at his sleeve and turned her gaze to Old Su the Sixth. These past days, Old Su had been working outdoors, his skin as black as charcoal, and the old lady's eyesight was poor at night—so all she saw was a gleaming white tooth.

The two pots took turns, ladling out porridge without pause. New townsfolk arrived as word spread, and the queue outside the tent never seemed to shrink.

"I know. This time was an accident!" Xu Han said without concern. If you think darkness is hard to endure, what line of work isn't steeped in it? For Xu Han, it really didn't matter. If you are never envied, you are surely mediocre.

She held an ancient zither in her arms. Originally, Cold Moon Feng had intended to practice in the bamboo grove, but just as she started, she saw someone passing by—a familiar figure. She hurried over to check and found it was her eldest sister, Cold Moon Phoenix, whom she regarded as a thorn in her side.

The diners left their tables to watch Gu Yuan and Rong Heng, eager to see whether the muscular man would defeat the handsome one, or the handsome man would overcome the muscular.

Xu Xiuxiu was a little surprised herself. Given the situation, Wei Zhengjun must be Wei Lanyan's grandfather.

Hong began to seriously consider whether her possession of the Well of Rebirth had been discovered, or perhaps her grandmother feared she would surpass the Ghost King and threaten her position, and so was deliberately causing trouble.

If there were no disciplinary action, she could remain calm. But if it truly came to that, what would she do? Even if she wanted to hide it, it would be impossible.

Xiahou Dun’s skill struck Shiyi’s face, and at the same instant, Jiang Ziya’s ultimate swept toward her.

Suddenly, Qi Yanmeng felt a strange pain in her chest surge through her entire body. Her face changed, growing pale and almost sickly.

In the end, she had prepared everything for Yan Qin Ning, yet Yan Qin Ning remained as ungrateful as ever.

At that moment, shock filled their hearts, and they forgot that it was Li Hongtu who had made the first move—a sneak attack, if not worse—and Li Hongtu was originally stronger than Pontos.