Chapter 46: The Faux Heiress Flower Vase Actress in Modern Society (46)

"You, You’an..." Jiang’s mother was weak now, but her shame and anger shone through as if her false mask had been stripped away. "I am your mother. How can you think of me like this? You are all my children!"

"Don’t talk to me about that. Both you and your husband only care about what you want to care about. The lives of others mean nothing to you."

Jiang You’an pressed the fruit knife in a few inches deeper. Wounds had already appeared on his mother’s neck, beads of bright red blood spreading.

Zhang Yong nodded and stopped dancing, standing together with Old Song and Yaxue. Fortunately, his parents and sisters disliked such banquets and were inside the villa enjoying other entertainments with the Song family. Otherwise, they would have been terrified—after all, Zhang Yong was no longer capable of fighting.

A scorching heat surged suddenly from Zhang Yong’s perineum, spreading instantly to every corner of his body, causing him to tremble uncontrollably before gathering in his arms.

The Zhu family’s mansion in the city was completely quiet. Their stewards seemed confident that the Eastern Xia people could not enter the city and had begun purchasing and taking over industries.

After Yang Zhen washed up and stretched slightly, Zhang Jingyun brought a large bowl of dumplings to him. Yang Zhen quickly reached out, picked one up, and took a gentle bite. A burst of fresh aroma escaped from the broken dumpling skin, instantly spreading and intoxicating him.

He walked over, picked up the red fox fur on the ground, and stuffed it into the backpack beside him. Unexpectedly, he suddenly heard intense fighting sounds outside and immediately rushed out.

Turning his head, Shangguan Yunyao saw Mu Zixuan unharmed and finally felt relieved.

"What?" Jin Ling suddenly felt puzzled but didn’t dare ask further. Wu Feng wouldn’t lie at a time like this.

Wu Feng fell into hesitation again but had no choice. Xiao Tian’ao had spoken, and he could only obey.

"Lord Shuanglin, please speak. I will do my utmost to accomplish this matter," Liu Shouyu asked eagerly upon hearing there was a chance to redeem himself.

A sea of crimson flames flared up, forming a barrier that stopped the Golden Dragon. No matter how fiercely it tore, it could not break through.

The trio eavesdropping was stunned, almost losing their tongues, while Qingwu, sitting on a tree outside, smiled faintly.

Tianming and Shaoyu were dumbfounded, unable to believe their eyes as they looked at Yunmei and said in unison, "How did you know?" Shaoyu’s expression darkened; if Qingwu knew all this, did it mean the Yin-Yang sect had them completely figured out?

When Mo Lan opened his eyes, a trace of confusion lingered before he closed them again. It was better in dreams, but why couldn’t he see his own figure even there? Reality was too cruel, and even dreams betrayed him. Mo Lan felt unbearably wronged.

Bai Liuli was unaware of how fragile his spirit was and exploded as soon as he spoke. She certainly didn’t know what Tie Wan had endured before. In her eyes reflected the scene of him charging forward, the blade’s tip still gleaming.

Secondly, Tang Shan clearly saw that the butcher’s cleaver stuck in Zhou Weiliang’s body was the very same one Tang Shan and Chen Yusheng had lost during their last pig slaughter.

But none of them returned. Who knew what Granny Bai in the palace would say about her? If she could leave the palace, she might as well go listen to the Shula people.

Many elders, seeing this battle axe, were secretly surprised. Such a martial extreme demanded terrifying strength, but without the body strength of a hundred bulls, it would be extremely difficult to unleash its true power.

"Brother, the illusion hasn’t broken yet?" Yan Si was also confused. Both he and that girl had come to their senses, yet they were still trapped. Where exactly was this place?

In truth, the "damn your mother" that Brother Biao had shouted today was not a signal to attack but an expression of genuine anger. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to fight; his main purpose this trip was to find something. If there was going to be a fight, it would be after that.