Chapter 60: Jiang Ke Fakes a Faint

However, he was up against Lai Bingfu, who possessed the sharpest powers of observation. Based solely on that single remark, Lai seemed to grasp something: "Wait a minute, Your Highness Crown Prince Rong, you don't mean to tell me you've never eaten things like this before, do you?"

Lai Bingfu spoke with Rong Fan's background in mind.

Given Rong Fan's status, anything that found its way into his household was bound to be high-end. As for snacks like these, which were typically eaten by the children of ordinary families, Rong Fan probably had never even seen them, let alone tasted them.

Your childhood, my childhood...

Yet, after listening to their stories and drinking the wine, they gradually ceased to feel its harsh spiciness and bitterness, finding within it a special significance instead.

Still, Chu Jiang and the others had already stepped inside, leaving him with no choice but to follow. No matter what, he couldn't afford to get separated from the group.

"Hmph, I can't be bothered to waste words with you. I'll just ask you this one thing: are you ready or not?" Pan Shijia demanded angrily.

As he spoke, he secretly slipped a pearl into Xue Hao's hand. The palm-sized orb retained a lingering warmth and possessed a vibrant, spiritual quality.

He had previously spoken to that jerk of an 'antique enthusiast' in the tone of a sworn enemy. If he were to suddenly start speaking in a friendly, pleasant manner now, that cunning bastard of an 'antique enthusiast' would undoubtedly grow suspicious.

Xi Fang and Hao Yimo produced their high-level membership cards and chanted an incantation, traveling straight from the gathering place of the camp's vampire clan back to Seiki's shop.

Upon entering the palace, a soft light descended from the ceiling. A holy and pristine angel sat upon the topmost throne—none other than the angel who had abducted Li Haitian.

Zhan Hong had wanted to invite Chu Jiang to dinner for the longest time, but after waiting several days without even catching a glimpse of him, she inevitably felt a lingering sense of grievance.

The four of them slowly walked down from the upper floor. When they reached the third floor, the hallway lights suddenly clicked on with a sharp snap. The lighting was dim and yellowish, yet bright enough for them to clearly make out the stairs.

Even if they acknowledged the item as genuine, they stubbornly insisted they didn't have that many primeval crystals, flatly refusing to buy it. Yet by doing so, the shop truly ruined its reputation in the Southern District; no one would ever believe they had the financial strength to run a business again. After all, the Southern District had never seen a store so utterly pathetic and weak.

The head of security, a man named Wang Caoliang, saw Ji Min blocking his path, looked at Liang Shan with a gaze full of utter disdain, and sneered.

With his extraordinary sharpness, Yu Fei snapped his head up the moment he heard that voice, gazing at the large man with a trace of perplexity—how could he possibly have known that?

In an instant, everything inside the room—stools, chairs, kettles, teacups, mops, and the like—seized up as if struck by magic, suspended in mid-air before plunging down upon Ouyang Lusheng like a cluster of delayed-action bombs.

Having heard this person's explanation, everyone drew a sharp breath, gazing at Yu Fei with eyes filled with a mixture of sighs and sympathy.

If there were hidden surveillance cameras in the room, they would certainly be recording this as well, meaning the image on the monitoring screen at that exact moment would be frozen in the state just before the interference occurred.

Yet shortly afterward, Ye Luo furrowed her brow. The only reason she knew all this was because Leng Qingyue had forced her to memorize it back when she was in the Prison of Abyss, and Leng Qingyue's knowledge of these matters must have been connected to the Myriad Spirits.

That expression clearly indicated she had suddenly learned something so vast that her mind simply couldn't process such a massive influx of content all at once, which was why she wore such a comical, dazed look.

"Er... no, it's just that I saw a somewhat troubled look on Master Ancestor's face a moment ago," Ye Luo said, her gaze drifting evasively.

Setting aside those harboring ulterior motives who wished to extract the whereabouts of the Universe-Shifting Heaven-Kun Art from Zhang Cuishan's lips.

When Shen Xiuxiang rushed to the Western-style villa, she found Shen Zhongyun grinning from ear to ear as he played ball with Fu Jincheng on the garden lawn.

"Your Majesty, Ying'er was truly spoiled by the two of us at home. If she has shown any discourtesy, please be gracious and bear with it."

Bai Yuanjing had just changed out of his white lab coat and was preparing to head home when, much to his surprise, he ran into Shen Xiuxiang right at the hospital entrance.

Yet now, he suddenly felt that even ten teachers could not compare to a single birth mother teaching by personal example.