Chapter 143: The Maid

"The old lady is inside, and so is that woman!..."

One of them resignedly closed her eyes. Even though the old lady would fire her, the feeling of being targeted by a predator was simply too terrifying. She had always thought the Madam was an easy target, but now she finally understood why such a weak Madam and the master were a matched pair. They were evenly matched adversaries.

"Take a good look, this is your biological mother! That one over there is just a fake. So what if she is pretty? So what if she knows how to make clothes? Your real mother is still the best."

The old lady felt a mix of disappointment and anger that her hopes had been dashed. She had gone to all the trouble to bring someone back from Europe, only for things to turn out like this...

As Wang Yuetian's thoughts gradually cleared up, memory node after memory node outlined one logical possibility after another.

Still that same face, Yi Xia stared blankly at the visage before her, her mind drifting and in a daze. Squatting on the ground, she used her fair fingers to stroke that seemingly unfamiliar yet familiar face over and over again, her eyes once again blurring with tears.

Xu Huinan did not speak further, suddenly recalling the blueprints from just moments ago. Could she be planning to open a shop? Xu Huinan's eyes deepened, and he said nothing more.

One by one, Yang Yu and Leng Lang's men were complete strangers to them, so they naturally showed no mercy.

With that, the old lady muttered something under her breath and traced a circle in the water with her hand. Instantly, fish and shrimp within that circle leaped and thrashed in chaotic panic. Many fish seemed unable to escape the boundary of the circle, repeatedly jumping up onto the bank as if under a spell.

Within half a minute, "Very pretty." Xu Huinan walked over to Aoxue holding his suit jacket, then draped the jacket directly over Aoxue's shoulders, concealing her bare shoulders and upper back. Aoxue was wearing a strapless evening gown, leaving her shoulders and neck entirely exposed.

Many people also began discussing the men's 400-meter race. This year's track and field team had been full of surprises, with athletes performing exceptionally well in several sprinting events. The men's 400-meter was one of the events drawing the most attention, and many were hoping Li Bin could also realize his dream of becoming a champion.

There is a vital profession in the football industry: the football coach. Guiding a team across the competitive fields, a football coach is an indispensable and most crucial role for any team.

"Alas." This person touched the man in sunglasses' cheek, feeling a lingering warmth, yet the person was already dead.

Blood Season and Wu Duan fell into the hands of the Red Lion. Standing right in front of me, the Red Lion slowly crushed my weapon into powder.

Suddenly, a chilling voice rang through the forest, followed by a veiled, ghost-like white figure that drifted gracefully and stood before the two of them.

"I don't know!" The man in black uttered a heavy exclamation and suddenly collapsed. Right after he fell, another man in black suddenly began spitting black blood from the corners of his mouth.

Just as everyone felt a premonition and looked toward the back courtyard, another ear-shattering hum suddenly resonated. Under Gongsun Changming's control, the Xuanyuan Sword leaped out of its scabbard. As it broke free from the sheath's restraint, two giant characters formed by invisible astral qi spontaneously manifested in the sky—Holy Path.

Du Ziqi had not expected that Ye Bingyin would actually suspect him. However, he had already stated moments earlier that Ye Bingyin had the authority to inspect him; if he refused the inspection now, wouldn't that be equivalent to slapping himself in the face?

"It's fine, you don't need to apologize," Shen Jingyi said softly. Her emotions had already stabilized. Seeing that the tall man also had injuries on him, she naturally understood that he had been wounded while trying to save her, and she was already deeply grateful.

"Leave this matter to me. I will definitely plan out the evacuation route and guarantee that nothing will go wrong," the black man said, patting his chest in assurance.

Tang Chao thought to himself that this was hardly a favorable situation. From the looks of it, the wild boar chieftain had no other tricks left, and continuing this way would only result in it being slowly worn to death by the players from the assassin clan.

Though they did not know what Qilin's opponent was, anyone with half a brain could easily understand just how freakish the opponent's strength truly was.