Chapter 79: Sister Makes Her Move

Lin Mianjun across the table smiled gently. “I know my brother too well. Aside from being diligent at work, there’s nothing else he’d be enthusiastic about—certainly not queuing up to buy street food.”

Fang Wenxuan gazed at the woman opposite him with bright eyes and smiled, but said nothing.

Lin Mianjun looked at Fang Wenxuan, then glanced at the four large bags they had set aside. “Are you two living together?”

“It’s just a shared rental,” Fang Wenxuan explained.

“Is there really a difference? After a while, it all becomes the same,” Lin Mianjun replied.

Fang Wenxuan looked at her, at a loss for words—how could it all become the same over time?

“My brother confessed to you, didn’t he?” she suddenly asked.

After work, if several cases arose at the precinct at once, the on-duty officers would be overwhelmed, and the supervisor would immediately return to help after a phone call.

From behind, their heights seemed similar, but their shoulders revealed a marked difference: one broad, one narrow; one waist thick, the other slender.

In fact, precisely because all signs pointed to Feng Changdong being extremely dangerous, the county leaders decided to raise the reward as soon as they received the report. Director Shi dared not waste a minute, seizing the moment to interrogate Feng Guobao, who likely had inside information.

Neither Hassar nor Melsha described their meeting in detail, but judging from their expressions, it must have been quite romantic.

“Heaven cherishes life. Your Majesty’s abolition of the lowly class is a virtuous act. Since Emperor Xuanzong purged the court musicians, the royal family has intended to abolish the lowborn status, but the resistance was too great to implement it. Now, I am willing to help Your Majesty accomplish this,” Ye Xianggao said.

When it came to telepathic inquiries, Ellie’s questions suited her personality well. For ordinary conversation, she merely exchanged harmless pleasantries.

After speaking, he pointed to the medical kit slung over his shoulder, which bore a conspicuous medical symbol.

Some had already begun to offer goodwill, simultaneously probing Professor Su Wen about the purpose of his visit.

By July, Zheng Sen arrived in the capital. Upon his arrival, Zhu Youxiao hosted a banquet in his honor. Regarding Zheng Sen’s request for a loan, Zhu Youxiao agreed to lend another million silver dollars, and also permitted an extension of one year for repayment of this year’s loan.

When they reached the village, Boss Che and Uncle Liu went to Han Tao’s house, intending to process wild vegetables for him, while the others went home to rest.

Training swordsmanship beneath the waterfall, countless flashes of sword light streaked forth; with a crack, two rows of clay archer figurines, their eyes dull, retreated, ceasing their attack.

Calculating the time, even without news from the south, Chen Wu could more or less guess what had happened.

Most bolts struck directly above Lei Zhen’s head, but a few deviated, descending onto Wang Hao instead.

Though the titles were carefully distinguished into first and second ranks, people seldom bothered to emphasize the difference. For instance, first and second barons only differed in privileges, but the rank itself remained the same.

Entering the living room and seeing the tightly closed door, Luoyang smiled faintly. In the refrigerator, he found only a pumpkin and, with a helpless smile, headed to the kitchen.

It’s easy to imagine how taxing it is to extract only the metal-element soul energy from the chaotic mix.

“You’re right; that’s what we’ll do from now on. We village officials won’t interfere—let the people pick and sell their own produce; no one can stop them.” Everyone suddenly felt enlightened and started clamoring about why they hadn’t thought of this before.

“I never realized before how fragrant this Nioma Guang’s roasted tofu is. In those hungry years, we used it to steam veggie dumplings—so rough it scratched our throats,” Sister Xiangling praised.

From the void, a fierce whistling arose. Lei Yunfeng’s fist carved a path through the air, as if tearing the very fabric of space, showing the astonishing force of his punch.

Fixing on a direction, he shot forward in a flash. His massive body did not hinder his speed at all.

One misstep, a slip, and the body would instantly be smashed to a pulp. Without exceptional talent, survival was impossible.

In his view, as long as he could fend off Yun Xing’s initial assault, reinforcements from the Tianming Sect would arrive, and then it would be Yun Xing who found himself beset on all sides.