Chapter 49: The Vinegar Jar Smashed to Pieces

Hearing Qin Yi's voice, Su Wan felt the tension in her heart instantly dissipate as she let out a sigh of relief.

With long strides, Qin Yi walked over to Su Wan in a few steps and took the bicycle from her hands.

A hint of care laced his voice as he asked, "Why are you back so late?"

In fact, Qin Yi had just returned as well, and he hadn't even settled into his seat yet when Grandma Qin told him that Su Wan hadn't come back yet. He immediately picked up a flashlight and went out the door. Su Wan had told Grandma Qin that she was going to the market.

The sphere formed by the moonlight shattered in an instant. Just as the ROC was about to spread its wings and take flight, seventeen successive sword intents struck its back, crisscrossing and turning its spine into a chessboard.

As the reddened areas expanded, the withered wrinkles on the Treant's body slowly smoothed out. At the same time, the smoothed-out parts gradually flushed with a healthy red, making it look as though some newborn flesh and blood was growing there.

The entire audience fell silent, save for a few murmurs of discussion. Most people looked at the Lin family's new head without displaying the awe that a super-prestigious clan deserved. Some even wore disdainful, cold sneers at the corners of their mouths.

Jiang Hepo, Ma Zhenshan, and Wei Tianzheng were universally acknowledged as the three strongest figures in the world of Feng Shui. While Jiang Hepo had poor character and was deeply detested, the other two were men of noble virtue and high standing, earning the deep respect of everyone.

"Hey, it's not just me saying this, damn it, this ban on Hallyu is totally right. Banning those non-mainstream freaks. Some media outlets belonging to those Korean fellows actually claim that Zhang Sanfeng was one of their people—are they out of their minds? Why don't they just fly up to the sky?" The team leader said while looking at the news on his phone in the office.

Looking at these bizarre plants, Instructor Liu seemed to remember something suddenly, and then he told everyone to follow him, tracing the root systems of these plants. However, Instructor Liu's command left Chen Ziyang feeling a trace of doubt.

Saying this, Yu Huang took the slip of paper from his bosom and handed it to Zheng Xiang. After taking the animal skin note and reading it carefully, Zheng Xiang's expression grew even more unsightly.

The one Helian Chun had traded his life for was now forgotten in a corner, still stained with blood and bearing the marks of being squeezed and rubbed.

"Well~~ Beijing is indeed a bit far, but you see, I have a car now, and transportation is so convenient. Whenever you miss me, just give me a call so I can go to Beijing to see you."

Seeing that Qin Tian was driving a Bentley, the bald man assumed he must be a young master from a wealthy family, which was why he made this suggestion—and it was a very tempting one at that.

The blade of the top-grade immortal artifact long saber trembled violently, unleashing a breath-taking, overwhelmingly majestic blade aura. The thick might of heaven and earth locked Ye Zhen firmly in place, rendering him completely unable to move.

Looking around, those meditating were meditating, those sleeping were sleeping. In the dead of night with the moon high and the wind dark, no one was watching this side. Wuya decisively put her wicked little scheme into action: stretching out her neck, she planted a big kiss on Xi Yan's cheek.

Lady Ulanara praised Huizhu with a smiling face, then reproached playfully, "Little sister Niohuru, you really are something. Since I've entrusted the matter to you, little sister, you should simply make the decisions yourself without needing to defer to me." Huizhu smiled and declined to accept the exemption; for all subsequent matters, she still made a point of consulting Lady Ulanara before acting.

Gu Shibanniang's mind was not on this at all. She bit her lower lip, realizing that her earlier guess was highly likely to become reality. This damned fate always stepped in unexpectedly to block her path.

"My imperial son, your mother is only doing this for your good." Looking at a face so similar to Baili Zhengjun's, Luojiao Qing felt nothing but reluctance in her heart; after all, this was her own biological son.

However, as soon as she went downstairs, she discovered that all the diners on the first floor and the waiters in the restaurant had collapsed limply onto their tables or the ground, wailing sounds escaping their mouths one after another.

Leaving aside whether the Liuyun Hall could afford it, could she, Gu Shibanniang, not afford it? It was just that everyone understood Lingyuan kept his lips tightly sealed about his wealth precisely because he didn't want people to know he belonged to the Shunhe Hall. He would rather be beaten to death than lose face in front of Gu Shibanniang again.