Volume 1, Chapter 72: I cannot kill your grandfather, so you shall pay with your life for him!

Shen Nianchi turned around to pour a glass of water and walked over to Wen Zhi.

Wen Zhi raised her eyes to look at the man, a faint scent of mint still lingering around him...

"Take a sip," Shen Nianchi said softly, bringing the glass to her lips.

Wen Zhi obediently took a drink, and after doing so, her emotions settled down significantly.

Shen Nianchi let her rest for a while and at the same time had Dr. Zhang come over to examine her condition.

Confirming that there was nothing seriously wrong with Wen Zhi's health, Shen Nianchi finally breathed a sigh of relief and sat by the bedside to accompany her.

"Qin Yi hasn't returned yet..."

Wen Zhi looked up at Shen Nianchi, blinking her moist eyes with a hint of cautiousness.

The fall from earlier had...

"Ziyan, go out and tell him all of this," Xiao Xixi said, looking at Ziyan.

Therefore, he had no choice but to find an inn in the civilian district to stay for the time being. An establishment called the Star and Moon Inn happened to catch his eye, so he walked inside.

"No reason at all. You cannot pass, and that's final!" Teng Jiang's attitude turned overbearing.

As for fighting for Lin Fan, that was just a fleeting thought. Right now, he was fighting for himself, fighting for his own glory.

"Ah, the first time I've ever wrapped one for someone else. Not bad at all. Right, my beloved concubine?" Nangong Tian said with a smiling gaze directed at Jiang Xinyu.

Upon contacting Lu Xiaoxiao, she was first surprised by her politeness, then amazed by her skin texture, and finally satisfied with her cooperation.

The decisive Battle of Changping was still four years away, and the dispute over Shangdang was imminent. He had already heard that the Qin army was on the move again, targeting the state of Korea. How could he possibly confine himself to this tiny patch of land in Qi County at a time like this?

Nangong Tian happened to have finished handling some matters when he suddenly remembered Jiang Xinyu's stray cat and decided to come over and take a look, wanting to see how the stray cat feeding project was progressing.

"You guys don't need to worry about it, I've already arranged everything. Just ignore him while you're on the show; a person like him won't go far, and there are plenty of people waiting to teach him a lesson," Ying Jin said.

The efficiency of such a large corporation in moments like this was particularly evident. In less than half a minute, a team of more than twenty people flooded into the first-floor lobby.

"Your Royal Highness the Crown Prince! This is no joking matter!" Another person nearby seized the opportunity to speak with a stern expression, as if afraid that Chai Zongxun's previous words were just a hoax to fool Xing Jiang.

Just as the call ended, the phone rang again. It was the same number. Feeling somewhat irritated, Ma Changming prepared to turn off his phone.

"It's just some fish or something. Is it necessary to fly into such a rage?" he muttered discontentedly, putting on precision binoculars to magnify the distant scenery and improve clarity.

"Wait, how do you know that?!" Feng seemed to have realized something, staring fiercely at Qingzhu, scaring the latter into a cold sweat.

Some wounds, once they hurt for too long, breed lingering resentment. Even when gently smoothed over, the soft touch can cause sharp thorns to grow, piercing others as well as oneself.

Scar-face advocated for direct force. In their eyes, the local police station was nothing at all, and breaking in would be very simple. Using force matched Scar-face's personality, so it was not surprising that he said such a thing.

Shi Shuiyue was still fast asleep beside him. Seeming to sense the departure of the person next to her, she reached out blindly to grab at empty space, and after a long moment, finally settled down again to fall into a deep sleep.

"Suitable, suitable, of course suitable." Haolan waved his hands continuously without a shred of hesitation, secretly weeping over his bleeding wallet.

Lei Jun and the doctor lowered their heads and turned off the lights, plunging the interior of the vehicle into darkness so that the sniper could no longer find their target.

"Zihao, slow down!" Lan Xin truly regarded Wang Zihao as her own man, speaking with the attitude she had seen her mother use toward her father.

Although she had agreed, actually going over obviously required waiting for the right time. Before that, Song Zihao decided to handle the matters at hand first.

One could say that without Tian'er's constant trust and encouragement, he would never have made it this far. In his heart, Tian'er was always the most important person, completely incomparable to anyone else.

"Understood!" Chen Zheng gave his habitual acknowledgment, then paused before reluctantly waving his hand in frustration.

Just as Yuan Cheng was momentarily dazed, Shao Hua did not retract his long spear, but instead swept it horizontally, striking fiercely at the blazing sun lion struggling within the extreme water storm.

The elderly man tried hard to pull back his arm, but how could he possibly succeed? How could his strength compare to that of a man in the prime of his life?

Therefore, after leaving the bank, An Guoqing and Li Caifeng did not go home. Instead, they headed straight to the city's labor market, hired two temporary workers, and rushed to get the house ready.

"Let's go, I'll help you find a job. You don't need to pay this money back; this was my own choice and has nothing to do with you. Rest assured, I won't ask you for anything. Once you find a job, just live your life well, and I won't disturb you!" Wang Zihao said.

Possessing a high degree of crisis awareness—being prepared for danger in times of peace and staying ready at all times—is one of the essential qualities for success, whether in career or in romance.

Song Zihao wore a calm expression. His hand stood as steady as a towering mountain buffeted by the wind. How could howling winds possibly move even a single strand of hair of his?

Suddenly, a sound came from the doorway. Instinctively crouching down, just as I dropped low, I heard the door being pushed open from the outside.

"Fine..." I said indifferently. With Lian Daozhen right beside me, did I even need to lift a finger? If even Lian Daozhen were defeated, I'd probably just be sending myself in as fodder.

Uba and several others climbed up as well. Seeing that we were also there, his eyes narrowed slightly. A cold sneer could not help but rise in my heart; did he think we would die down there? What a disappointment for him.

Even if Lian Daozhen were a god descending from the heavens, he could not possibly be arrogant enough to think he alone was enough to defeat such an enemy.

The sacrifice must have been huge, too. Mo Yichen smacked his lips, pondering whether there was anywhere else he needed to improve, completely forgetting one thing: the other person hadn't even agreed to remarry him yet. Besides, wasn't he still secretly harboring deep disdain for her entire family?

After all, this was deep within the Miao territory, where venomous poison-makers were countless. If just a few dozen showed up, their swarming bugs could crush us to death alive.

He didn't answer after another call. So I parked the car and went upstairs. Reaching for the keys at my front door, my right eyelid began to twitch inexplicably. A folk saying went: twitching left eye brings wealth, twitching right eye brings disaster. I wasn't big on such superstitions, but having it twitch at a juncture like this made me inevitably feel somewhat tense.

Because the chaotic legion had already packed up and departed, and the hunt for Sun Keming had begun, just how many more times could this half-skeleton figure escape? How many more days could he hold on?

Returning to her room to change into a new outfit, tidying up her hair, and grabbing her handbag, she headed out the door... Just as she reached the threshold, the two men blocked her path once again.

Huh? The dark shadow only embraced her instead of attacking. Its embrace was so warm, and its face felt warm too, completely unlike the repulsive and chilling nature of a monster.