Chapter One Hundred and Six: Old Geng Blushes With Youthful Vitality

At that moment, Geng Zhongcheng was driving along the road with a heart full of unease. Today was the first time in twenty years that he had ever been alone with a girl, and the first time in those same twenty years that he had shared a car with the woman he loved.

Though he was only taking Yang Yuxuan home, Old Geng felt his heart rise to his throat again and again. While driving, his hands would not stop trembling, and his feet seemed scarcely under his command; when he pressed the accelerator...

At those words, Ruan Yu and Liu Feng both opened their eyes at once and turned toward Liu Wude. Their gazes met in midair, and both of them stiffened, quickly looking away.

Just imagine it: thirteen human bombs detonating during the busiest hours of a shopping center. What kind of impact would that have? It would shake the entire province and the news would spread like wildfire across the country. By then, Huarui would be finished, with no chance of turning the tables.

After speaking, I lowered my head and climbed into the carriage. I still had many things to do today, and no time to waste bantering with her.

"So Third Young Madam is formidable?" Qiu Yu asked, somewhat puzzled. She did not know Fan Xiru well, so her opinion of her had come entirely from what she had heard from her former sisters.

An abnormal force of spiritual energy had already invaded her mind and begun to press upon her.

The horse gave a wild scream, its two forelegs rearing high before it toppled to one side. The rider, of course, fell with it.

"Perhaps the maid could not find you and went to report it to him..." Even the shadow in the east room was moving. Mo Yu was so pleased she could hardly close her mouth.

As for him, he did not need to do anything. His mother had said that so long as he did not injure himself when he went out each day, he could do as he pleased. Even if he occasionally did something he could not handle alone, he need not be afraid; when he returned home, the family would stand behind him.

Zhou Yufei laughed when she heard this. "Sister-in-law, you're not much older than I am. Why do you speak so tediously? You don't sound like my sister-in-law at all—you sound exactly like a nagging old nursemaid." Though the words were playful, she was deeply moved in her heart. She knew full well that Gu Wanyin had shown her sincere kindness; how could she not know it? How could she not be grateful?

Unable to reply, Xia Jie led the men to Xingtian's residence, where they entered the secret chamber and began speaking privately with Xingtian and the others.

That fellow would not be of much use even if he followed along, so Zilong had not wanted to bring him. Yet upon reconsideration, it might be good to let him go and see the world; otherwise, if he spent every day thinking only of food, how could that be allowed?

"Perhaps so, or perhaps she is only carrying out orders," Lan Jingrun said, and suddenly thrust his sword toward me.

Xia Jie lay upon the terrace in a state that could only be described as neither laughter nor tears. He wanted to cry, but that face of his, already utterly turned to wood, could no longer reveal the slightest expression. The moisture in his body had been locked away by that dreadful wood-aspect sorcery; even if his heart was filled with grief and rage, he could not force out a single tear.

Leng Moyuan was momentarily stunned. Looking at me, he suddenly smiled. "Such a fierce Sis, it must really be you!" He smiled with happiness, holding me as he turned in a circle on the spot.

Xia Jie only smiled without speaking, merely flexing his arm so that the cords and knots of muscle across his bare limb rose and shifted continuously, displaying an infinite sense of power. It was sheer nonsense to speak of strength now; Xia Jie could no longer be described by the measure of strong or weak. How could that Black Rock possibly understand the power Xia Jie now possessed?

At the thought of this, Hua Xiang could not help but give a cold laugh. After today, the entire bureaucratic system of the southern continent was destined to be turned upside down, though that was a matter for later.

Just when he was worrying anxiously and did not know what to do, a cold arrow skimmed past his ear. Zhou Wuyou was so terrified that he hurriedly turned back to look, while leaping aside to put distance between himself and Yang Yizhong, his long sword raised before his chest.

Yet among everyone present, including Jiang Qicai, there was absolutely no one who had personally witnessed a person who had just moments ago been alive and kicking suddenly explode into a headless corpse, and then, after death, have his head suffer such an abhorrent mutilation.