Chapter 50: My Precious Darling

“Who is Shenyu?” Lin Xihe asked deliberately.
Red Moon replied, “You don’t know him?”
Lin Xihe nodded innocently, “I’ve never even met him, so I wouldn’t have dirtied his name.”
Red Moon stared at her, “You’ve at least heard of Yu Tingye, haven’t you?”
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After taking a good look at the interior decorations of the house, Su Muzhe decided to retract his earlier notion that the owner of this villa was “rarely elegant and tasteful.”
Almost at the same moment, a terrifying beam of light shot across the distant horizon. Time seemed to freeze at that instant, an unsettling chill filled the air, and the sky began to darken ominously.
“Therefore, at this critical moment, our army must seize this opportunity swiftly and act decisively. Fearless of sacrifice, we must fight tenaciously to capture Jining.”
Before ascending the throne, Zixin was bestowed the title of Prince Shou, also known as Yin Shou. After his enthronement, he promoted agriculture and developed commerce, enabling the foundation laid by Cheng Tang to flourish and grow stronger. Delegations came from all directions, and the era saw great prosperity.
Hong Jixun regarded Ji Zongzhou as “the Feng Dao of our time.” There is no wall without cracks. Moreover, Hong Jixun was no smooth talker and never bothered to conceal his likes or dislikes. He said this not only openly to Deng She but also many times in front of others. Many people had heard this.
He challenged that man but never succeeded, only to be ruthlessly mocked by him. Then, right before his eyes, the man left with Fang Bin’s “wife.”
During the standoff, Su Zhuo had already informed everyone of his situation through Bai Yuan, both to ease their worries and to prevent anyone from going up to the rooftop and causing him trouble.
Slowly stepping deeper into the corridor—astonishingly dark, as if all light from outside was devoured by some invisible entity—Yun Chongbo’s figure soon became faint and blurred within just a few steps.
Meanwhile, after passing through the mysterious spatial laws for a few brief seconds, Su Zhuo suddenly felt his body lighten. His eyes met a dazzling brilliance caused by an explosive surge of energy.
Not only were the police officers taken aback, even the onlookers felt ashamed, having just moments ago insulted Zheng Yun and others as uncultured country bumpkins.
“Alice, do you want to get checked too?” Just as he reached the doorway, Fang Weis turned back and asked Alice.
He stared at the bread on the ground in silence for a long while. Suppose the townsfolk offered their own grain reserves to support the guerrilla army against the Elsi Empire troops.
As the four quickened their pace, they noticed faintly that around them were creatures showing no hostility. These creatures seemed terrified of light and scattered wherever it shone.
By now, the sun was setting behind the western hills, and everyone had long since returned from grazing. Across the vast grassland, only this man’s laughter echoed.
He Mianer immediately understood the source of his inexplicable jealousy. Although Chen Wang, to whom Xie Wanqing was married, was already over forty, he had been renowned as a handsome man in his youth. After all, his birth mother was the stunning Consort Shu, who had enjoyed the emperor’s favor for years—his appearance was evident proof of that.
“But I heard they’re building some kind of landscape signal tower. What does that mean?” someone asked in confusion.
He casually tossed the contract onto the ground, leaned back carelessly, and lit a cigar.
After all, not everyone can afford the expense to travel to the imperial capital star; for those on particularly remote planets, they might never leave their homes in a lifetime.
“The first guest was luck incarnate, the second was coincidence, and only the third was brought in by my own promotion. Even so, in a full week, only three guests have come. We can’t pin all hopes of completing the mission on luck,” Zhou quietly analyzed each point in his mind.