Chapter 63: Transferring Dongge Away Dissatisfies Him

Yao Xinzhi was a shrewd man. After hearing the situation, he pondered for a moment and understood what was going on.

"What is his name?"

"Wang Dongge."

Hearing this, Yao Xinzhi's eyebrows twitched slightly. After a brief contemplation, he made up his mind.

"This person is indeed no longer suitable to remain in the General Affairs Section. He is hindering your work."

Holding Nini horizontally in her arms, Qingling stared at Weiyang with a face full of fury. She had never expected that Jun Wuyan would actually shield her. For some reason, this sent a surge of scorching anger through her—even more intense than when she saw Weiyang strike Nini—and she felt an involuntary urge to eliminate her.

Passing through several large trees, they arrived at a slightly depressed hollow, which was already crowded with people.

Li Haolong smiled and said, "Get up. I'll take you to see a house. I don't have much else to give you, so the least I can do is buy you a home."

"Heh, what a Reinhardt! I never expected you to be hiding your true strength so deeply. Could this level of martial prowess rival even the old patriarch of your Flame family?" The burly man, sporting a full beard, chuckled heartily.

With just a single glance from the Blood-Red Martial Saint, the speaker turned pale, cold sweat beading on his forehead, and he never dared to speak rashly again.

"Old Hai, speak your mind without hesitation." Beidou seemed to have a particular fondness for the sea's dried fish; ever since arriving here, it was the only thing he was willing to touch. As he spoke, he kept eating, trying his best to appear casual rather than overly serious.

"I think you need to look at it more than I do," she said, turning her back slightly toward him and waving her hand backward as a gesture of farewell.

When Bingyao finished speaking, she looked out over the courtyard filled with flowers and grass. A wave of fragrance drifted over, bringing immense comfort to her heart. Finding a secluded spot, she sat down quietly, closed her eyes to regulate her breathing, and felt the true Qi within her meridians begin to flow steadily as she commenced ten years of secluded cultivation.

As soon as Mountain Chicken's bid was called out, the two men lost their nerve. Shaking their heads helplessly, they shrank back and fell silent.

Amidst the scorching gazes of the innate martial artists all around, Gu Hao stowed the stone away into his Myriad-Treasure Pouch, and only then asked within the depths of his soul.

Chen Hongju glanced at Shen Suixin, then quickly lowered her gaze, pressing her lips tightly together in refusal to speak.

The driver nodded in understanding. Without uttering a word, he started the engine and drove toward Mount Song.

She reached out behind her to take hold of Nie Qingqing's wrist with a slight smile. Her skin was naturally fair, and the application of lipstick made it appear even more translucent, exuding a charm that combined allure and innocence, instantly winning people's favor.

Dark clouds obscured the stars and moon, preventing Shen Suixin from seeing the ascetic monk's appearance clearly. She had the urge to bolt straight through the door, but she dared not.

Finishing impatiently, Zhao Ying didn't even wait for Wu Hao's reply, sidestepped him, and continued walking toward Lin Feng.

Although he was not one for many words, this was mainly a habit formed from early days of intense study when he sought not to waste time, rather than a closed-off temperament or an aversion to human contact.

Having prepared a large red envelope, Yuechu specially changed into a water-red embroidered dress today and matched Wen Shang in a complementary outfit. After sending off the morning batch of marinated delicacies, the two of them went out.

After finishing these words, the captain led everyone away, leaving Tu Yujing behind to rest properly. Weakness could not be shaken off instantly to make one full of vigor and vitality. At the very least, what Tu Yujing needed most right now was a good rest to allow his body to repair itself.

Yuechu had known for a long time that Yuechu had married a fool, and Wen Shang's remark only caused her to roll her eyes in annoyance before she swayed her slender waist and stepped inside.

"Wuu—wuu—wuu—" The sound resembling someone weeping drifted over from that white stone cliff.

Before Detective Inspector Lestrade could finish speaking, Wang Ziyang had already picked up the list of suspects and begun reviewing their information.

The commanders guarding the three gates did not actually feel secure in their hearts either. After all, this was rebellion—an act that would ruin their reputations—and anyone undertaking it would feel deeply unsettled.