Chapter 124: Fang Wenxuan and Lin Bing’s Sharp Tongues?

124

"Senior brother, I’ve got an idea," Fang Wenxuan said to Lin Hui, beaming with excitement.

"What idea?" Lin Hui asked.

"My classmate, Xue Youjun, knows how to cook. Crabs are a piece of cake for him. Back when we were students on break, he often came over to my place to cook delicious meals for me. Since I had a free meal at his place last time, it’s only right to invite him over this time!" Fang Wenxuan said, looking at Lin Hui happily.

Lin Hui’s face instantly darkened. He looked at Fang Wenxuan with displeasure and said, "Absolutely not. I bought these crabs; you are not allowed to use my things to curry favor."

"Then how are you going to cook the crabs?" Fang Wenxuan asked.

"I’ll figure it out myself. I’ll search Baidu," Lin Hui replied. It was just a meal of crabs—could he, Lin Hui, really not handle it?

"Cousin, you’re joking. I am very satisfied with my current life. If you have nothing else to attend to, please go take a seat at the banquet. I have guests to entertain!" Yang Tiesheng did not shake Chen Anyuan’s hand. Chen Anyuan’s hand remained hanging in the air, looking quite awkward.

"The situation is dire!" Yan Yuan said, cutting straight to the point. He had been so anxious over the past few days that he felt like he was bursting.

Ancient clans not only needed elite leaders, but they also required the existence of assassin organizations; in a way, they were still influenced by the Qin Sect.

Both of them ate the portion size of normal people. Nan Shu didn't like to talk much while eating, and Pei Si was equally taciturn.

How could it not be awkward? Just think of Yang Xiao’s stubborn, "pig intestine" display in front of Director Wang this morning.

Taishi Ci looked back at Liu Tianhao with a mournful expression, which made Liu Tianhao secretly amused.

At this moment, Ning Shiyu’s eyes widened again. Although she had told Aunt Mei some things about her past earlier, she hadn't told her her real name—could it really be Su Ze?

In the midst of the chaotic battle, Liu Tianhao encountered a Yellow Turban rebel general and felt a surge of joy. He lifted his 180-pound halberd, wielding it like a club, and smashed it straight down toward the rebel general’s head.

Motian Xing had exhausted his energy and looked unable to withstand this move. Moyan Hai’s brows twitched, and he was about to intervene, but Molong did not stop him this time. There was no need to get rid of Motian Xing; doing so would only make it harder for Cang Xuanting to escape.

Chen Che and Fang Bi tilted their heads slightly at the same time. They didn't need to look up to know that a pair of eyes had appeared on the wall, but they happened to be positioned in the blind spot beneath the light and remained undetected.

When this Sword Sect powerhouse realized that the fire dragon’s target was him, he hurriedly formed battle armor over his body to resist the dragon’s onslaught. Even so, he remained uneasy; throughout the fight, he focused primarily on defense, pouring most of his energy into countering the fire dragon.

She was Wang Defang, a legendary figure in the business world. Even after surviving that turmoil, her status within the Ye family remained unshakable. Furthermore, her position in the Ye Corporation was equally secure.

He understood Xia Haitong’s character and knew she would inevitably feel compassion for Ye Chengzhi, so he exploited this, using a different method to make Xia Haitong serve his purposes. However, none of this was his original intention; for things to reach this point, he owed it all to the misguided cleverness of Xia Haitong and Ye Chengzhi.

Regardless of their expressions, everyone was now pricking up their ears, listening carefully to Emma’s answer.

"No, no, our family is closely related to the exotic beasts, so there is nothing to fear," Guan Peng said, shaking his square head with a serious expression.

The only person left in the room was a man in black, staring at me with a face full of terror. It was clear he was extremely afraid. The man in black backed away two steps, then let out a fierce roar and swung his sword at me, appearing to be making a final, desperate struggle.

This level of service from the waiter was truly extraordinary. Although Song Duanwu didn't know if that hundred-yuan bill had played a role, he couldn't just ignore the waiter after he had chattered on for so long.

When had Lin Zifeng ever been so affectionate toward him? If he could, he would have been willing to befriend Lin Zifeng. After all, it was unwise for anyone to antagonize the eldest son of the Tianxuan Sect, even if he himself was the young master of the Wangyue Prefecture, one of the Four Prefectures. The gap between the Four Prefectures and the Three Sects was still quite significant.