Chapter 110: The Road Back Was Not Smooth

Ye Cheng suddenly thought of Liu Feiyun, and so he asked Old Geng.

“Liu Feiyun is quite busy every day. Since you, sir, are seeing patients at our Shop One, Su Chan usually stays at Shop One as well. Su Chan has no time to go to the other shops, so Liu Feiyun has been handling things in her place. The other branches should be doing all right, too. Judging from the ledgers, they’re a little below average, but for just after opening, that’s already very good.”

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And the signature read, “the bereaved wife Xie Liao.” Master Wang said that Masters Chen and Xie had been on excellent terms, and that Master Chen always called Master Xie “Liaoliao.”

In late autumn, the mountain was lined with tall pines and elegant bamboo; among the verdure, yellowed leaves blotted out the sky, while overlapping ridges and strange peaks lay in quiet, winding depths.

In the distance, the military banner bearing the character “Li” snapped in the north wind. Large numbers of troops and logistics personnel gathered quickly on the outskirts of the capital. The temporary camp stretched for more than ten li, vast and mighty, with lights flickering everywhere like stars.

Nine formation talismans in all. An Tong, still holding them just moments ago, had originally intended to strike first, suppress and kill the opponent, and then leave the valley.

After Yang Huaiping gave Shen Qinglian a bitter smile, he took a bottle of Shaodaozi from the guest-room cabinet, tucked it under his arm, picked up the oil-paper umbrella resting on the top of the cabinet, stepped over the threshold of the main room, and turned back out into the wind and snow.

Shields stood upright here, solely to stall the furious assault of hundreds of thousands of Goryeo players for a moment.

Hardly had she finished speaking when another hidden weapon struck Mei Hexuan, and his expression darkened at once.

Duge Township was remote and backward, and investment attraction had never had much to do with it. Over the years, none of the leaders working here had achieved any particularly dazzling results. Yet now it had the only movie theater in all the surrounding towns, which could at least be singled out as one of the brighter accomplishments.

In the conference room of the Bailehui Casino, the atmosphere was stifling. Hao Ge and his brothers sat around a table, each with faces like still water. They understood all too well how thorny it was that Cheng Peng and the others, cruel and ruthless men, had taken Bi Ge and their brother Cheng Peng.

After all, the sect had already set the rules: only martial artists below the age of forty, and at the Heaven-Throughing Realm, were allowed to enter. This youth was merely in the Creation Realm and had no qualifications whatsoever.

Hearing that, Ruan Yifeng was startled. Chiyou was far too ruthless, wasn’t he? It was all beheadings at one turn and hacking off hands at the next—did he have no humanity at all?

“Are you not afraid I’m a bad person?” Eleven-year-old Beichen Ze said coldly. He disliked other people getting close to him, yet he could not bring himself to reject that warm, gentle touch.

“It’s like this. Didn’t I just give her a very thorough examination? She actually has a slightly anteriorly positioned uterus, and with that kind of position, because the cervix tilts forward, it is very easy to conceive. But...” The doctor broke off.

Ye Nuanxue had to admit that she had indeed once grown fond of him, but later she realized she merely wanted to understand what secrets were hidden within that mysterious boy. Her feelings for him could scarcely be called affection.

The result was that on the first weekend after the long holiday ended, when she returned to the Huo family villa, Huo Junjue put her through so much that she didn’t get out of bed for two days, and she even skipped every single class on Monday.

“There’s an empty seat there. Sit there.” Ouyang Yue glanced at the table in the darkest corner, one that had not been used for a long time, and sent the eyesore of a transfer student over there.

Then, when she saw that her arms were covered with the same injuries as her legs, and that there were even several puncture marks, she clenched her teeth and, unable to hold back, cursed out loud.

The abrupt voice startled You Xiao. She widened her eyes and turned blankly to look at Huo Junjue beside her.

The Xi Emperor’s puzzle was a game of insight, and Wu Qian’s comprehension, refined little by little over countless ages by the Nine Sage Reincarnation Tower, had long since reached a truly terrifying level.