Chapter 56: Are You Playing with Me?

Observing Fu Shi's puzzled expression, Pei Heng narrowed his eyes. "Was this truly not your doing?"
Fu Shi let out a light hiss and touched the bleeding corner of his mouth.
"Pei Heng, use your brain and think for a moment. What possible benefit would assassinating Jiang Ning bring me?"
After calming down, Pei Heng murmured under his breath...
Because Lin Luo and his companions were bandits from Crouching Tiger Mountain, in order to conveniently scout the city and kidnap people, Lin Luo had set up a house in the city as their stronghold. By doing so, they undoubtedly became much safer.
"Ah, or perhaps you just felt the story wasn't exciting enough when you watched that episode," Qiu liya said, explaining on behalf of Liu Weiwei.
Deep down, she was increasingly unwilling to be rescued by these two lustful tigers who had forgotten themselves in the face of beauty. With a stiffening of her waist, she managed to flip around entirely, landing her feet squarely on the snake's opening and closing jaws.
"What kind of person are you?" A man with red fire patterns embroidered on his black robe frowned, looking towards the entrance with a piercing gaze.
Compared to a wooden board bed or the like, the material of the bed inside the cave somewhat resembled the one Nero used to use.
Seeing that his opponent was about to escape, Chu Feng sneered, transforming into a streak of lightning as he dashed out after him.
Although Tadi could execute the Space Sealing Technique, he could not maintain the confinement for very long, which meant the Spirit Law Department remained unfathomable to him.
Feeling that going out looking like this would cause too much trouble, Nero went straight to the airplane's lavatory and initiated her divine transformation.
Gu Lian vented her anger on the dead rat, while Chen Jingan reminded her to seal all the household drain openings and water pipe outlets with screens so that rats could no longer crawl in.
Having said this, the old eccentric continued to study the wooden carving in his hand. Although it was not the finest piece from the farm, it was undoubtedly the most time-consuming—a dragon from the twelve zodiac animals, with every single scale rendered in lifelike detail.
"I've already retired, don't call me commander anymore." Xiao Menglou gently punched Ouklei on the shoulder and said with a smile.
Studying the Daoist arts with a lack of dedication was one thing, but daring to take on private jobs under Huiyuan's name—and consequently ruining several memorial services for people—was quite another.
The room suddenly returned to silence. Qian Wan supported her chin with one hand, leaning lazily against the daybed.
Someone suddenly spoke up, and in an instant, the previously noisy classroom fell dead silent.
The referee's voice slowly trailed off. He glanced down at the motionless figure below, a trace of confusion flashing in the depths of his eyes, but it was only momentary—the match had to go on.
Listening to the enthusiastic conversation among the others, Wei Yingran felt a twinge of melancholy. With his poor health and atrocious horsemanship, he had never truly enjoyed the thrill of riding the wind on horseback, and listening to them now filled him with envy.
"Very well, very well. Take me to see that sword right now," Ye Tian said, struggling to suppress the excitement surging within his heart.
"Continue executing the previous policies. I grant you the authority to recruit soldiers, but you must ensure their quality," Chen Ning replied.
A flash of lightning seemed to strike across Liu Heqian's mind. He turned his gaze toward Goto on the court, his brow gradually unfurling as it seemed they finally understood something.
With yet another remark exposing King Ming's innermost thoughts, his complexion could no longer be described merely as unsightly.
Yet since she was to live in the Bai family residence, her every move would inevitably fall under the watchful eyes of the Bai family members.
With no other recourse, Zhou Sumei had no choice but to go to the village's braised food shop and buy these two dishes for Jia Yufeng, coaxing and calming her down with every possible persuasion.
Therefore, most people didn't even bother reading the personal experiences they published. After all, if someone's opinion differed from theirs, they would simply flame them. Not only would they attack them, but they would also try to utterly discredit them by smearing their motives, claiming they were "paid off by the slave-sender," "whitewashing for the slave-sender," or "choosing to be the slave-sender's dogs instead of acting like decent human beings."