Chapter 36: Number One St. Lyre Street (2)

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The family of three in the photograph faced the camera. The yellowed family portrait flickered in and out of view within the halo of the flashlight. Beneath his gold-rimmed glasses, the man wore a smile gentle as flowing water, while the young woman held a child of about three in her arms, the little one grinning brightly.

A warm, happy family. It certainly looked the part.

“What’s so strange about that?” Xiao Liu said, his flashlight beam wavering constantly across the photograph.

Su Ninglong’s fingertips brushed the edge of the frame. Suddenly, she noticed that the woman’s and the child’s lowered eyelashes cast two wavering shadows beneath the glass.

The gesture seemed to treat her as a friend, without any distinction of rank. Su Ninglong was taken aback. Was the Crown Prince really such an approachable person? Why had he, without any unnecessary words, arranged for her to sit beside him as an equal? Was that truly appropriate?

“Don’t chase her. Let her go!” Zhu Lian said coldly, sitting motionless, though sorrow filled her eyes.

Whether it was a covert scheme or an open stratagem, Mo Yang did not care. Since it had not affected him, it hardly mattered.

Seeing this, King Wu Gong made his decision at once. A silver jade talisman appeared in his hand; he was about to crush it and flee.

The Taiji diagram that had originally enveloped his entire elixir field in golden light had already withdrawn, settling in the left hand of Yang Feng’s Nascent Soul.

“Go inside first. We’ll talk there.” Chu Han’s voice brooked no argument. It might be troublesome, but he was not one to shy away from trouble.

“Hahahaha! Mister Fang, you still haven’t remembered?” The man possessed by Huang Chao burst into laughter again.

Li Bao, Shangguan Qian, Feng Yuan, and the others each led troops to carry out their assignments. If Zhe Yanzhi had the sense to cooperate, all would be well. If not, once Wang Xiu killed him, they would swiftly seize control of the central army and take command of the entire force.

“It’s nothing.” The toast had merely been an excuse. Meng Guqing knew he had done it for her sake and gave a soft laugh. “Your Highness, don’t be so tense. I’m only a little cold. I asked them to return to the Qingning Palace for a cloak and a hand warmer.” With so many people present, Meng Guqing could only deceive him for the moment.

“Once war breaks out, what are we to do if Wuzhu uses the excuse of mobilizing troops to cross the river?” Tan Shiji could not understand and immediately voiced his opposition. In his eyes, Wang Xiu was confusing the means with the end. The Jin army claimed to number four hundred thousand, but even its actual strength exceeded one hundred thousand—more than enough to launch a large-scale invasion.

After the Bluebird completed its transformation, fairy energy coiled around its single wing. Drawing upon its tremendous strength, it used Play Rough to collide head-on with Kartana’s Aerial Ace.

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Wang Hong gazed at her freshly washed face, coldness showing through its beauty and something almost demonic beneath its allure. Then he looked at her white robes stained crimson, and his chest tightened.

In the Galar region, there was a phenomenon in which Pokémon became gigantic. It seemed no less formidable than Z-Moves or Mega Evolution.

Looking at his handsome profile, Chen Rong could not help thinking: Whenever she saw him, she felt as though she were walking amid green hills and jade waters, or through halls of gold and jade. He always possessed such noble bearing and moved with such effortless grace. It was enough to make anyone feel ashamed of themselves.

As the Fairy Lock bound him again and again, Doctor Shansi gritted his teeth. Damn it! He had finally subdued Deoxys, so how had another lunatic appeared?

At that moment, the two groups remained locked in confrontation. One slowly retreated while the other gradually pressed forward. Those retreating were heading toward the hillock.

Zhang Mengxi lost her balance while avoiding the mop at her feet and toppled sideways toward Jiang Chengce, who was pretending to read the newspaper.

There were actually humans like this in the outside world. The Elder of the Scripture Envoys was extremely surprised. In his youth, he had once ventured beyond the Ultra Forest, but in those days, communication between humans and Ultra Beasts had been even rarer than it was now. Even Poipole were regarded as dangerous creatures, and no one would ever have thought of keeping one as a pet.

When she raised her head, her eyes met Ran Min’s stunned gaze. Beneath the sunlight, his sharp eyes, fierce as blades and blazing like flames in the darkness, revealed for the first time a trace of desolation, loneliness, and an indescribable solitude.

After delivering that icy remark, Jun Hui drifted lightly into her own courtyard, leaving Xingyun so dumbfounded by her words that he nearly fell from the bamboo branch.

Seventeen first stared blankly when he heard what she said. Then his heart was struck as if by a bolt from a clear sky, and he could hardly believe his ears.

Qingfeng mourned inwardly. Young Master Sheng stood on a far higher level than Young Master Cheng. Was there anything Young Master Cheng had done that was not for the sake of the person before him? Yet he had ended up suffering the itching poison every day at noon.

It sounded like mere curiosity, but in truth it was tantamount to asking: “You’re actually offering a factory like this for sale to people from Country R?”

Never mind what Qin Mengxue would say to him. Even the half-informed officials standing nearby would tear him apart.

It was another controversial subject capable of evoking powerful empathy. At once, many people recalled the humiliations of the past and wanted to rise up and resist.

After many twists and turns, she finally slashed her own face in a fit of fierce determination, destroying the only thing she had possessed with which to earn money. Ignoring the madam’s objections, she left with him.

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“Since you know I won’t believe you, why don’t you just keep quiet?” Chu Zhixin sneered coldly.

“Rest assured, Young Master. You were brought here by His Highness. Even if my courage reached the heavens, I would never dare do anything to you.” Seeing that his expression had softened somewhat, Wan Niang exerted a little force and led Jiang Muran forward several steps.

“All right, all right. Aunt admits defeat. It’s getting late. Qu’er, have you eaten yet?” Seeing how harmonious and perfectly attuned the two of them were, Changle was instantly delighted. Winning or losing no longer mattered.

Xia Weiqiang was indeed outstanding, but Xia Ling was merely average in ability. There was no reason to bypass the son’s generation and hand everything directly to the grandson.

Uploading one’s own videos to the internet for others to watch, share, and comment on—just thinking about it was thrilling. Ordinary people could appear on the screen just like politicians, sports stars, and wealthy magnates. It held an enormous appeal for anyone who wished to express themselves.

“Aunt Chang, I’m going to be living here for quite some time. How could I remain a guest forever?” An Hui said with a smile as she looked at Aunt Chang.

“How could this happen? How could this happen? It’s impossible, impossible!” Yan Nantian had barely finished speaking when Hua Wuque burst into tears. Yaoyue and Lianxing had raised him for nearly twenty years, yet he had never imagined that the two women would turn out to be the enemies who had murdered his father and mother.

Qin Yu was not particularly surprised, however. From Gangfeng’s memories, he had learned that anyone capable of crossing the Land of Chaotic Gods was no ordinary person.

At that moment, high in the sky, he watched the two departing figures, his thoughts in turmoil. He murmured to himself, “Although I have witnessed my senior brother attain the Dao, I understand nothing, and I do not wish to understand. I am attached to the warmth between people. What else can I do?”

She sat and stood restlessly. She had taken the initiative to speak twice, but received no reply, so she could only continue waiting.

If Sun Qian truly made that request, the old master would certainly guess that he had selfish motives. Dou Lin was extremely tense, struggling inwardly over whether he should kill Sun Qian with a single stroke.

After the studio opened, the company received nearly five hundred thousand US dollars in revenue. Its expenses were limited: wages, commissions, and utilities amounted to less than five hundred thousand yuan.

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