Chapter 72: The Benefactors in Life

"Have you been in touch with Xu Huaimin?"

Shen Liangyan: "Even your father doesn't support you. What's the point of struggling alone?"

Xu Yu guessed that Shen Liangyan on the other side must be mocking her.

If even this is meaningless, then what has meaning?

"Shen Yue is working overtime at the company today. What if I tell Uncle Xu?"

"Shen Liangyan!"

Xu Yu felt as if her heart had been cut by a knife.

...

"One hundred yuan—isn't that too much? That's the wholesale price, and the duck eggs are sold to herbalists," Liang Ying asked. How could they be so expensive? Anyone who saw such a price probably wouldn't buy them.

After a moment, Xu Qianru, panting softly, glared and struck him twice, blushing as she scolded, "Scoundrel, always taking advantage of me—even Du Han is here." Though she was reproaching him, her tone carried a hint of flirtation.

Green Branch slowly knelt again, noticing the dust that had stained her silvery silk qipao. She frowned.

Time passed bit by bit; the soul entity grew weaker and weaker. Within ten minutes, half of it was swallowed by the icy cold. Yet even so, the cold found it difficult to overcome the soul, and as time slipped away, the cold continued to rack its brain for a strategy.

He flicked two drops of water from his tea, sending them flying toward Yin Tianrui and Ming Jun. The two looked disdainfully at the droplets—Ren Mofan might indeed be formidable, but his contempt for them seemed arrogant.

"Any leads?" Lin Qingxuan asked, frowning. Investigating something that happened six months ago was no easy task, especially since the person involved had died. But if they didn't get to the bottom of it, there would always be a lurking threat. If the culprit could harm Mengmeng once, they could do it again. This must be thoroughly uncovered.

"Clang, clang, clang—" A chaotic battle erupted outside the club. Both sides had nearly fifty people each, and their strengths were evenly matched. The fight was fierce, but the Flying Tiger Gang found it impossible to break through for now.

Liu Changfeng chuckled, ignoring Li Donghai's concerns, and launched into his plans and opinions. Li Donghai listened quietly, but the more he heard, the broader his smile became, until finally he burst out laughing.

As the two empresses conversed, suddenly a red light bathed the celestial court. Something momentous must have happened in the mortal realm.

Fuxi, bewildered, still felt as if in a dream. He wiped his eyes and watched as the "Dragon Horse" sped to the shore, shedding its scales onto the ground before Fuxi, then leaping into the water.

Yang Lou nodded to Ma Hao, then called out to Li Yang and the other two behind him, leading Qian Wei as they flew toward Gui Song Island.

Bound tightly by tubes and bandages, the body was rendered immobile—no matter how much she wished to stop Mo Yuqi, it was utterly impossible.

As soon as Li Yang finished speaking, a strange voice suddenly pierced his ears, sending a tremor through his heart.

As expected, after the grey shadow plunged into the dense forest, it took only seven or eight breaths before the explosive frictional noises erupted. Amid shrill howls, trees fell, beasts scattered, and even the idle cultivators watching from the sidelines were blasted out. The scene was utter chaos.

The long-haired man cared little for the loss of computer data, continuing to gaze at the corpse in deep thought.

The black man glanced at the gun Taishui casually pulled out, then at Wang Ping, who had already left the "room." His lips moved, but he dared not say more.

"Since learning your identity, this is the first time we've connected. Are you trying to display your true face as a sign of sincerity?" Wang Ping's tone was full of sarcasm. He himself didn't know why he'd uttered such cutting words.

After spending so much time together, Li Yang could mostly understand Bluebird's language, and had roughly gathered what had happened while he trained in the quiet chamber.