Chapter 67: Moving House

"What's wrong?"
As soon as Liang Youjia stepped through the door, she found the room in complete disarray.
Xianyu, with a pale face, was busy picking up the clothes that had been shredded to pieces.
However, the strange part was this:
Only her clothing and jewelry had suffered destruction; Liang Youjia's belongings were entirely untouched.
Wasn't this clearly targeted at her?
"The family..."
Amidst a succession of escalating screams, basin after basin of hot water was brought in, and they could only listen helplessly as the sounds from inside shifted from agonizing shrieks to increasingly feeble gasps.
Hearing this, Ji Fengbai hastily bypassed her and strode inside, turning back to shout instructions at the maid behind him to fetch a physician.
In his past life, after resigning, Yi Lin had become obsessed with buying welfare lottery tickets, hoping for a stroke of sheer luck that would secure a life free from worry about food and clothing.

And what Yi Chuan said was also the truth; it made no difference whether anyone invested or not. If there were no outside investors, they could simply fund it themselves—it was hardly a difficult task.
The small fry in the Poison Fang Guild were truly no match for them. Besides, the guild's high-tier combat strength had been completely poached by Poison Fang, leaving her alone to deal with these people.
Her entire family had to rely on her father's meager wages from delivering water just to scrape by. For Cong Liang to get accepted into a medical university was already a miracle brought by blessed ancestors, but that was also the absolute limit.
Returning to his room, he placed the stone ball into his pocket, climbed into the RV that gave him an overwhelming sense of security, and picked up his phone to send a screenshot of the video to Jiang Yulin.
"Search!" Yun Zhi instinctively brandished her whip, but upon catching the shopkeeper's gaze, she trembled and pulled her hand back.
Su Bei muttered to himself, checking repeatedly to ensure no other loopholes had been left behind, before finally letting out a sigh of relief.
Later on, he uttered many deeply affectionate words, until Zhang Lan was moved and reluctantly agreed to his request.
After another round of debate and refutation between the two, unable to reach any definitive conclusion, they ultimately handed the decision-making power over to Xiao Tu.
Those dignitaries who had maintained close ties with Zuo Mudan fell into a terrified silence, fearing they might be implicated by some fabricated charge and suffer unprovoked disaster.
The reason she was able to vanish from Gu Chaoxi's sight in such a short span of time was simply because she had happened to cross paths with the young master, and happened to be whisked away by him without stopping to the Imperial City—a place Gu Chaoxi had never reached nor even imagined.

The carriage rocked back and forth along the way with a creaking sound, not knowing when it would finally come to a stop.
Feeling the pressure bearing down on him lift away, Su Yan and his companions immediately rushed to Mo Chen's side, looking at him with deep concern, while Zi Meng summoned the Staff of the World of Light, pointed it at his chest, and channeled her magic energy to cast a healing spell on him.
Qing Ming felt his scalp tingle. Seeing that person run off, he had no choice but to stagger back toward the classroom without a second thought; he had already missed five of Joan's lectures.
Since their judgment of the terrain had been correct, the key focus should be the polar opposite of the main entrance hall of the entire map—specifically, that grand hall with eleven monster-free passages.
Old man Sun arrived right on schedule, climbing up the mountain slope early in the morning. Xinxin Park was located in the center of City A, and the stream of people doing morning exercises at dawn was endless. Groups of runners were passing by in twos and threes, their pattering footsteps merging together as Ye Heng reached the massive plaza of the park. Looking up, he spotted the designated fountain.
Leng Yue took the emperor's withered hand, pressed it against her cheek, and said, "Perhaps you feel that death is a form of release, yet you do not realize how much pain your death will bring me. Once upon a time, I held no affection for you; even becoming a consort was against my will, and I thought only of using you to exact my revenge."
Tu Baobao glared at Nangong Yuhan, thinking to herself: Who are you putting on that expression for? Anyone would think someone owes you a fortune.
She clenched her hands nervously, recalling how on several occasions of crisis, he had miraculously appeared by her side. So this time, too, he would probably show up.