Chapter 86: The Gentle Junior Disciple
“Yes,” Fang Wenxuan replied.
Cheng Fei glanced at his watch; it was already half past six in the evening.
“Everyone, head home and rest for now. Come in early tomorrow. Two lives lost in one body—the Chief is paying close attention to this case, so we must solve it quickly.” Cheng Fei addressed everyone.
“Yes,” they responded in unison.
Fang Wenxuan returned to his desk and began packing up his things.
Lin Hui, sitting across from Fang Wenxuan, was also gathering his belongings. He asked, “What are you having for dinner at home tonight?”
“I’m cooking myself,” Fang Wenxuan answered, not lifting his head.
He Xiaopeng came over at that moment, glanced at Fang Wenxuan, then at Lin Hui, and said, “Are you two living together?”
“Ninety-eight point nine percent likely,” Jing Moxuan’s thin lips moved, uttering a number.
He shouted, and suddenly a chilling, murderous aura rose in the air, mixed with a sharp, cold wind. The sword energy’s biting edge made everyone feel a sense of helplessness and dread.
Meanwhile, Nan Liu Mo let the servants help her into a red wedding dress. She often wore red, but she thought today’s dress was the most beautiful.
Their fate would be endless pain—pain and loneliness brought by weakness, and by those who made them feel false.
“Shui’er, what’s wrong? You seem down.” Su Can blinked his bright blue eyes, puzzled, looking at Han Shui’er, who sat with a coffee cup and a troubled brow.
Gu Tiancheng’s brows were tightly furrowed; Luo Qianhan’s aura just now was terrifying—so terrifying he wondered if Luo Qianhan was an ancient demon. His feelings were probably the clearest among those present. Originally, Nan Cang should have sensed it too, but all his attention was on Nan Liu Mo.
Next came the bitter-faced man and the long-faced man. Judging from the scarred man’s demeanor, one could guess he could hold his liquor. He toasted four people in a row without changing expression, then moved on to drink with someone else.
“Enough! Respecting elders and caring for the young, I won’t argue with you!” Li Nan stepped away, then rummaged through his bundle, pulling out several bags of blood plasma and tossing them all in front of the zombie aunties.
The roots of grass and trees are shallow; they may not topple in normal times, but when fierce storms strike, they are the first to be uprooted.
If Luo Chen truly possessed strength beyond the realm of gods, then the events to follow would become much simpler.
“The red one, this is pretty.” Both dresses were gorgeous. Fang Que made her choice and handed the bright red one to Liu Wei.
Lin Yi’s gaze drifted toward the distant sky, startling Hua Siming beside him.
A tremendous sound rang out. As the noise echoed, the furnace enveloping Ye Xuan exploded, shattering into bursts of fire and scattering everywhere.
Seeing that disgusting mouth about to press against her lips, Qiao Jingmo’s face blanched and she lifted her leg forcefully.
But Shuqing yanked her back and, with solemnity, explained, “This is a toothbrush. Dip it in saltwater morning and evening for excellent results.”
What made him want to curse was that every time Long Jiu struck, it was the same spot. He could feel that two of his ribs had already broken. If he was hit there a few more times, he’d be in real danger.
And at Hua Siming’s level, it wasn’t impossible for them to go bird hunting by plane if they wished.
Su Qin stepped back in shock, for the official leading the way had announced the arrival of the Qin envoys, not the Qin king.
That night, Liu Wei brought Mo Yi and the others back to the side courtyard, and the whole compound erupted into excitement.
“If you’re going to gouge out my eyes, please do it now, before the host returns to their seat.” Yi Yu smiled, her face now scrubbed clean of blood and wine, showing no trace of disarray.
The night sky was starless and moonless, pitch black. Qing Dai, reading Chapter Two Hundred and Three, gazed at the lantern in Tao Hua’s hand, its faint light shining like a bean—small but especially bright in the darkness.