Chapter 25: A Decent Taste

Jiang Ning curled her lips, eyeing him with suspicion: "A weasel paying respects to a hen—you’re up to no good."

"Speak, what exactly do you want?"

Pei Heng lowered his head, slowly and methodically brushing off his sleeves: "Jiang Ning, if you want to drive Fu Shi out, there are many ways to do it."

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He struck the golden abacus with one hand, causing it to clatter loudly as dozens of beads flew out, each imbued with malevolent magic, hurtling toward Master Grey the Second.

After all, although Lady You had not helped her escape Jia Zhen’s covetous gaze, she had never given her a cold shoulder or bullied her, had she?

Failing to win the Grand Tournament would at most mean years of wasted effort, but to publicly antagonize numerous Immortal Domains for no reason—that was a consequence even the Insect Emperor Domain could not bear.

The Ning and Rong mansions were already in decline; they had barely managed to support each other based on their former reputation. Now that the Ning mansion had fallen, the Rong mansion could not stand alone. How could they not be worried?

"Huh, that’s strange. Why can't we leave even after killing everyone?" Mengmeng looked around, discovering that the pirated Blackwater City was in ruins, devoid of other demons or monsters, yet there was no sign that they were going to be let out.

Whenever Lu Zeqi thought about how he was the last person Song Yunran saw before falling asleep and the first person she saw upon waking, his heart felt filled with absolute happiness.

Because only those who know they are inadequate would resort to backstabbing others; winning while the opponent is completely off guard is naturally not worth looking up to.

Moreover, as she stepped into the living room, a cool breeze immediately washed over her. Ou Mingxue felt as if she had been transported from the Sahara Desert to the Northeast, the refreshing, comfortable sensation instantly enveloping her.

Anyone with eyes could see that Luo Caiju hadn’t paid Li Fangcao a cent; Li Fangcao had sold the job to someone else, and now Luo Caiju had come to stir up trouble at Li Fangcao’s home.

Looking at Zhao Qian in his current state, Jiang Ning’s face showed increasing disdain and impatience; she longed to kick him away with a single blow.

Yan Yu’s right shoulder was already aching terribly, and when she grabbed it, it felt as though thousands of needles were pricking her shoulder.

The afternoon sunlight filtered through the gaps in the trees, casting vague shadows one after another on the ground. The wisteria in front of the veranda bloomed in quiet splendor, like a cascade of purple, shimmering with brilliance.

It was no secret that Mr. Sun Zhongshan was a member of the Freemasons. When he joined the Zhigong Tang back then, he had already received funding from American capital forces, and upon becoming the Left Chancellor of the Zhigong Tang, he joined the Freemasons, becoming one of the highest-ranking Asians within the organization at the time.

According to He Chun’er, this was how they had spent every winter back at the old house. He Zao couldn't help but shed a tear of sympathy for the original owner of her body.

Just look at them—these two men, as handsome as if they had stepped out of a painting, acting so childishly, playing a game of cat and mouse in the room.

The ceiling of the massive banquet hall was flat and inlaid with precious crystals, with hundreds of chandeliers hanging from it, rich in European flair.

Very well, this was his ideal, his dream of a financial empire, perhaps even the dream of the Rothschild family of yesteryear. This time, the French Parliament's move to reclaim the Banque de Paris had thoroughly infuriated him, driving him to such a desperate act.

Mingyue was only fourteen; because her age was recorded by the lunar calendar at birth, her ID card said fifteen. Mingyue said that after having the baby, she planned to register her marriage with that doctor in South Korea and might never return.

Mu Qingqing cast a meaningful glance at her, snorted coldly at Mother Xu, shook off the flower girl who was tugging at her, and took the stairs two at a time.

Yu Lei found an opening, reached out to pinch Sixteen Night’s chin, and with a "click," dislocated the jawbone. Facing the wide-open mouth,