Chapter 80: Do Not Act Rashly

“Hahaha, I never thought there was something that could scare you, Zhang!”
“Go away, go away, I’m human too, aren’t I?”
Zhang Zhengming steadied himself, pulling on his baseball cap and mask. Though he could carry out this exposé, he had no desire to be the first to step into the spotlight.
But if he didn’t go this time, he’d probably be torn to pieces by his own tigress at home.
“Stop making a fuss, let me brace myself. You all know exactly what my tigress at home is like.”
With that, he turned the livestream camera down to the ground and slipped it into his pocket. After all, the fans’ demands had to be met, and the platform wouldn’t allow otherwise…
But only a reasonable and logical setup would convince the enemy that their plan hadn’t been seen through, that all of this was not a ruse, not a trap, not an illusion.
Previously, although Mo Fan had guessed there would be other cultivators in Gufeng City, he never imagined there would be so many. In less than half an hour, nearly five hundred cultivators had arrived.
“Curiosity killed the cat, you know. Don’t be curious about everything all the time!” I shot back at her.
Alright, honestly, I’d fantasized about this kind of scenario before, but it was just fantasy—never actually crossing the line. If it really happened, my shame would never allow me to do such a thing; it would be a desecration of Aili. Anyway, it’s fine just to imagine—after all, fantasies are always prettier than reality.

As expected, this was even more terrifying for Zhou Jieyi. In an instant, she sobered up, looking as though someone had just stepped on her tail.
“That’s right. One is that you could never let go of Wang Feifei, but all three issues are important. How will you handle them? In what order?” Old An threw out the crux of the matter.
“Stay calm, there’s no running now. There are three beast kings on the other side—we can’t possibly outrun them. We’ll have to leave it to fate,” Wang Yan said gravely.
It was an apartment building, but inside there was no refrigerator, no TV, not even a washing machine. She washed her clothes by hand at home.
When Qiu Jihan came again the next day, he learned from a maid that Tong’er had not eaten for three meals, obviously sulking at him.
With nothing else to do, it was better to come early—who knows, he might even catch a glimpse of that sweet-voiced Manager Hu.
In truth, everyone knew that Ma Yong’s job, though seemingly easy, was the most exhausting. It was mentally draining to deal with officials; not only did you need to read faces and speak eloquently, but you also had to be able to hold your liquor—a double torment of body and mind.
“If you want revenge now, then start by eliminating the traitor from Wuye Bank,” Nan Feng finally spoke up.
The gauzy shark silk bed curtains draped around the bed cast a hazy silhouette. Zhao Yun shook off sleep instantly, quietly drawing the dagger hidden beneath her jade pillow.
Hearing the voice, she gradually recalled—it was the same person she had once seen in Brother Jingyuan’s office.

The servant panicked. Madam had said not to tell Master, so she hadn’t. Now that Master was asking, she didn’t know what to say.
The two went to bathe the child. Perhaps they had caught the pair kissing, for the nanny kept her head lowered the whole time, not daring to look up at them.
It was as if someone wanted to look down upon Qiao Qingxian and Shen Fengli, to play with them as if they were mere puppets.
Du Moyan waved her hand, and a crack appeared in the sky before her, slowly widening into a beast’s gaping maw. With a flick of her wrist, she tossed the water from the ground into it; the rift gradually closed, and the last thing visible was the water’s crazed, ferocious face.
A dilapidated streetlamp glowed dimly beneath a sliver of exposed moon. The old product poster on the advertising board flapped at the corners, lifted by time and the breeze. Overgrown shrubs, long left untrimmed, sprawled recklessly outward.
Along the way, they had tried to rent a carriage, but to their indignation, not a single citizen of Chang’an would rent to them once they realized they were Dangxiang people.
Ye Xuan caught a fleeting something, seized Ye Huan by the collar, and questioned him with a face as cold as frost.
To make dating easier and avoid the paparazzi, he had even purchased property in several of the city’s most securely guarded luxury residential areas.