Chapter Ninety-Nine: Uncle Tingye Is So Close

“I wouldn’t dare presume to instruct you, but I do wonder if you might be a bit too strict with Jiujiu, President Mu. She should have her own freedom.” Mo Ziyan’s voice, tinted with a wicked chill, slipped from his lips, lowering the temperature of the air around them.

Mu Tingye caught the hostility in his eyes and responded with a frosty tone of his own, “Young Master Mo, it’s a bit much to pass judgment without even asking how Jiujiu feels, don’t you think?”

The two men faced off, their eyes sharp and brimming with murderous intent, the tension between them palpable, as if they might come to blows at any moment.

“Brother Ziyan, please don’t speak to Uncle Tingye like that. I like it when he looks after me.”

The girl looked a bit unsettled by Mo Ziyan’s demeanor...

There was also a test for Gong Tian, during which it became clear that he hadn’t forgotten Chunisha even once in ten years. Because of Chunisha’s actions, Gong Tian had come to believe that what happened back then might have been nothing more than a vivid dream.

Upon witnessing this, the Three Insect Elder, the Three Flower Poison Matron, Feng Huang, and the others merged with their swords and swiftly departed.

In some places, however, people would place fallen teeth under their pillows, believing that a “Tooth Fairy” or something similar would bless the children. Guān Xiaojūn wasn’t entirely sure what the custom entailed.

“The results are in. Based on their current trajectory, their destination is the major cities of every nation on Earth, and…” Qiu Shui had obtained the exact figures.

“Heh, this is bad. The boss is getting sharper by the day,” Qian Lai grinned foolishly.

“No need to thank me. Just treat me to a meal when you have time, and maybe a movie,” Qiufeng waved her hand dismissively.

Afterwards, he had Bai Jieyu send people to investigate Liu Guang’s hometown, but all they found was an abandoned mining site, with some traces of drug production. As for other information about the organization, they came up empty-handed.

This time, the copyright negotiations were handled personally by Guan Yunshan, who took the opportunity to acquaint himself with some television executives. After a few rounds of drinking, he, overwhelmed with work, flew back to Quancheng, leaving Guan Xiaojun behind in Beijing.

Thus, by now, Guan Hongda and his son strictly forbade Guan Yang and his sister from causing trouble, and even Guan Shanhǔ had received a stern lecture.

“These are cosmic monsters, not creatures of Earth. Captain Daocheng, hit it again!” Mr. Shishi finally understood the issue. Unfortunately, though the remaining members of the Crow Team fired another tranquilizer dart, the monster appeared to have developed immunity—it didn’t fall asleep, but remained as energetic as ever.

How could I make him angry? He always wears that cold, aloof expression, and the soft tone he used just now was actually rather endearing. As I glanced sideways, I noticed a faint blush at the tips of my ears.

Chu Yuan realized Ruoli was offering him a way out; since she wished to avoid the subject, pressing further would only strain their relationship, leaving no chance for reconciliation.

“Don’t worry, Li’er. You’ll remember. I believe you could never truly forget me.” Mo Yu Jingchen looked at her, his gaze gentle.

In the past two years, business at Zaihan Factory had been good. As one of the shareholders, Mike had once enjoyed considerable wealth.

Ruoli frowned, clutching the wine jar to her chest. She sat up and looked at the man standing before her: a jade crown atop his head, dressed in a green brocade robe, his skin bronzed, his figure tall and elegant.

It was not unusual for a royal hostage to spend his life in a foreign country. Given Wei’s current power, it was indeed difficult for Yin Gezhi to return. Feng Chuang wasn’t surprised by this, but he couldn’t fathom why His Highness was so pleased—wasn’t this something he should have known all along?

Wellington was the U.S. ambassador to the Ryukyu Islands. Evidently, the embassy had been slow to react, only now coming to grips with the situation.

“Absolutely, I won’t let my guard down! I’m just waiting for him to reveal himself, and when he does, I’ll snuff him out without mercy!” Zhuo Yufeng answered through gritted teeth.

The might of a mid-tier deity—the radiant sword energy he wielded could effortlessly rend the sky and cleave mountains.

Song Xiangcai tucked a strand of golden hair behind her ear and, watching Chumpka’s retreating figure, allowed herself a faint smile.

“Very good. Damn you, Lin family wretch. At this moment, I must say I admire your courage. Since you’re so eager to die, don’t blame me for being ruthless with you.”