Chapter 64 Impeachment

"This matter cannot be blamed on Second Sister-in-law Lian; it was merely that servant acting on her own accord. Grandmother and my uncles have already made the decision on my behalf, and now Daiyu is completely content. How could I possibly harbor any resentment toward my sister-in-law?" Lin Daiyu knew that this issue could not be pursued any further, especially since she would continue to live in the Jia family estate moving forward.

Seeing how sensible Lin Daiyu was, Lady Jia felt a great deal more at ease.

"This incident has made Yu'er suffer quite a bit. With your grandmother and your two uncles here, such a thing will never happen again," Lady Jia [said].

"Laser cannon, fire!" Sulaide watched Chen Qiubai fleeing into the distance and unhesitatingly activated the laser emitter on his motorcycle. "Zizhi..." The high-power electric current instantly converted into laser energy. With a "pew" sound, it shot toward Chen Qiubai from afar.

"That goes without saying, but do you know the true meaning this story is meant to convey?" Nibeier looked at Chen Qiubai and said.

"Fine! Then go ahead and get to work." Xiaoran hung up the phone, feeling that Big Teeth's words carried a hidden meaning, likely implying that the grand opening was not going very smoothly.

Chen Qiubai and the others no longer stood around foolishly and instead rushed directly toward the main hall of the Guo estate.

After sitting for a while, when I wanted to leave, I found that both of my ankles were chillingly cold. I touched them with my hand, and the sensation was just like having fallen into a freezer.

After passing through the poisonous mist and the barrier of the forest, the pine trees gradually thinned out, and soon a large open space appeared. At one end of this clearing, nestled against the base of the mountain, stood a pitch-black cave, presumably where Shen Jingfeng resided.

"Who is it? Why aren't you calling on my cell phone, always calling the house phone instead?" Shen Lixue turned her head and asked.

If this matter were to be investigated and brought to light, even if Chen Donghui said nothing, Cao Kun would definitely make him pay dearly. Whether he could continue to maintain a foothold in Qinggang by then would be a serious question.

These were all facts. Even if he did not mention them, someone would eventually tell her. Some things that must be endured will arrive eventually, sooner or later.

Ding Qiang walked out of the main hall feeling that the previous round of questions and answers was utterly baffling. However, since Ding Yiming refused to clarify, asking further would be of no use, so he suppressed his curiosity and set about arranging the armed escort mission.

Gong Ke's throat and chest were stung with agonizing pain from choking on the cold water, but in order to curry favor with the beauty, he could only put on a brave front.

Haitang watched their receding figures, and the worry in her heart lessened considerably. Right at that moment, Liu Yefei also galloped back on horseback.

Hearing this, the face-changing artist on the stage gently stood up. Yet, the very instant he rose, a divine crossbow appeared in his hands. The bow was aimed straight at Prince Shou. With his left hand, he pulled the crossbow string back into the latch, and with his right hand, he hooked the trigger, shouting loudly: "Go to hell!"

After sealing the black plastic bag and placing it at the entrance of the hospital ward, Zhouang walked into Xing Lai's ward looking thoroughly exhausted, chose a chair by the window and sat down, then gazed fixedly at Huang Ming.

As his voice trailed off, two streams of silver light emerged from the foreheads of the two Thunder-Snow Eagles, flowing directly into Cuizhu's palm.

Suddenly raising his head, Ding Yishan locked eyes with Du Feng, instantly calming down. He let out a long breath, realizing that he had let his emotions get the better of him, nodded slowly, put away his spear, and composed himself.

Pizarro patted his old comrade-in-arms on the shoulder and said, "We are old pals, aren't we being a bit too overly polite by speaking like this?" With that, he poured a cup of wine and handed it to Almagro.

The desolate autumn wind swept away falling yellow leaves. The wind gradually grew stronger, dark clouds blanketed the sky, and the first rain of autumn arrived quietly. The raindrops fell, pattering against the windowpane, while Du Feng lay soundly asleep on a large bed in the quiet room.

This was the gap between realms, the gap of absolute strength. It was precisely because of this that on Tianya Peak the other day, everyone displayed such profound deference toward Bao Qi. That was a reverence for the strong, or more accurately, a fear of Bao Qi's formidable power.