Chapter 42: The Fake Smile

After dressing and coming downstairs, she saw breakfast already laid out on the table. Lai immediately pulled out the chair Jiang Xian usually sat in. "Miss Jiang, you are up. Breakfast is ready, and I have already seated Miss Xiao."

"Thank you."

"I wish you a pleasant meal." After saying this, Lai bowed respectfully to Xiao Yingying, who was sitting opposite, and added, "And I wish you a pleasant meal as well, Miss Xiao."

Xiao Yingying smiled shyly. "Thank you."

"You are welcome." Lai turned and left the dining room.

Sun Ming was trembling all over. His weathered face, which had seen the honest ways of the world, turned pale with fright. He pointed a sun-darkened finger at Qi Feng, stuttering as he spoke.

Shangguan Qianqian slowly opened her eyes, stopping her cultivation. As if guided by a spiritual connection, her gaze turned toward Li Qifeng.

Yang Xiaoyang’s face flushed red without warning. She knew he had abdominal muscles, of course, having discovered them when she stitched up his wounds.

The teammates ahead began to move, and Zhang Shujie followed them, slowly walking out of the player tunnel and toward the Camp Nou pitch.

The tide-like figures that had been surging forward retreated like leaves caught in a gale, leaving behind a field of corpses that emitted a nauseating stench.

The Thunderstorm chariot, split in two, exploded instantly, and those inside were naturally killed in the blast.

On the other side of the video call was an old man with white hair. He was one of the organization's leaders, named Hols.

The matchups had been decided: Portugal vs. France, Brazil vs. Belgium, Spain vs. Argentina, and Germany vs. China. The first match would be between Portugal and France, while the Chinese team’s game would be in the final round.

Kakuzu let out a cold snort as his four masked clones and his main body rushed forward, trapping Kakashi firmly in the center.

Chaos erupted here. Fang Jun was pushed to the back by the crowd; eager to pursue but powerless to do so, he shouted, "Fire the arrows!" At his call, several soldiers carrying crossbows prepared to take aim and fire.

Chen Guangding had also sent many men to the surrounding towns to purchase grain and fodder, but like those he had sent back to the capital to plead for reinforcements, they never returned.

Tang An’s clear, black-and-white eyes peered through the gaps between the beauties, his gaze falling upon the screen that occupied half the wall.

The jet-black armor appeared out of thin air, then vanished in the blink of an eye, teleporting dozens of meters into the sky.

Seeing Captain Lei, Gangzi sat down obediently to the side; fortunately, the captain’s target did not seem to be him this time. Yun Jiming greeted him excitedly, "Captain Lei, what are you doing here?" Yu Siyue also greeted him out of courtesy.

Xu Ren was also puzzled, wondering how his face had offended this four-headed, eight-armed monster, as most of its fists were aimed directly at his face.

As the two walked, they grew weaker and weaker. Zhou Tong said it was highly likely they had been poisoned by inhaling the red mist earlier.

She couldn't help but feel there was a hidden story behind this; Teacher Ma didn't seem like that kind of person. At the very least, he shouldn't be involved with a student's parent, right?

Because those were faces they recognized, and those faces had no business appearing in such a place, nor should they have possessed such strength.

She took this opportunity to deliberately provoke Sheng Junyi, letting him strike her, just so the common people of the capital and the uncles who supported her father could see.

No airs, no arrogance typical of a senior—this was Park Ji-yeon's first impression of Li Qiu.

Qing Yi’s face turned bright red, her brows arched, and she was about to lash out when he whispered, "Don't make a scene, the commoners are watching." Qing Yi turned her head. Seeing several flowers tossed in from the window and looking at the joyful faces of the people outside, she was stunned.

Upon hearing this, Mu Ruchu showed no sign of anger in his eyes, though a trace of panic flickered as he instinctively glanced at Qian Qingxi, appearing particularly concerned with her opinion of him. A moment later, his lips curled into an inscrutable smile beneath his mask.