Chapter 50 Jealousy

Chen Su recognized the voice of the man outside the door; it was President Sheng from Elegant Leisure House last time.

Zhao Yueshen narrowed his eyes, looking at the docile-looking girl before him with growing interest. "You are Qu Baonan's younger sister?"

"Yeah. Surprised?"

Chen Su took a step forward, completely abandoning her usual aversion as she stood on tiptoe and wrapped her arms around Zhao Yueshen's neck.

......

What was she trying to express? Gu Xifeng understood. When all was said and done, she still refused to trust him.

Fanchen put on a stern expression and headed toward the mountain gate, only to see Wuchai and Zhu Ganglie panting as they walked in, carrying the Tuolong and Dragon Nine on their backs.

The forced smile on Yang Wanting's face hung stiffly; she had never expected things to evolve to this point.

"Do you think Squire Zhang might have done something weighing on his conscience?" Xia Churan asked with a gossipy expression.

"Stop! I sell my art, not my body. I'm a decent man." Leng Feng felt goosebumps all over as he noticed Qingyue staring at him.

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Over here, Tao Yaoyao pulled Yan Qingyu behind her. Yan Qingyu was quite self-aware; given his martial arts skills, going forward would only create chaos. Tao Yaoyao kicked them to the ground one by one with a sweep of her legs, applying just enough force to make them groan in agony.

That's right, this was Doflamingo's sphere of influence. It was probably just some defective artificial Devil Fruit, wasn't it?

The latter two seemed reluctant to speak much, merely offering a rather brief, cupped-hand self-introduction before returning to their seats in the distance. However, as experts, this aloof attitude was excusable, and the gang members were quite accommodating, treating them with considerable enthusiasm.

Revealing a trace of helpless a smile, Yufeng did not know how to respond. It seemed that wealthy families truly were full of complications.

According to the "driver," at the speed of the specially crafted carriage, it would take about twenty minutes to reach their destination, Flying Snow City.

Daying poked her head out of the carriage. These people certainly weren't human; they were ghosts—coming without a shadow and going without a trace, killing without blinking, and lacking all chivalry toward women! Hmph! If it weren't for the sake of this carriage, she would have let him die right there.

Kagura silently rolled her eyes. Ryogetsu was never one to like trouble, and besides, the troublemaker had appeared; if he didn't slip away now, when would he?

Yet until now, there was still one thread that refused to connect: the boss from the Northern Province.

The wooden stick was covered with tangled roots, and these roots were choked with numerous small stones. It seemed this was a plant uprooted by a storm, and the black monkey had picked it up as a weapon on a whim.

Inside the room, layers upon layers of silk gauze curtains were draped, and an endless expanse of pure white met the eyes. Even the exquisite Konghou harp looked as though it had been sculpted from ice and snow. Beside the harp, Lanyi was holding a beauty as flawless as ice and snow in his arms.

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"Fish! There are big fish over there!" Lin Yuxi pointed her snow-white, scallion-like fingers at the giant figures in the sea, which were fighting over something to eat.

Perhaps, even as an emperor, he somewhat envied their way of life—unrestrained, indulgent, and free to do whatever they pleased.

However, no subsequent news had been heard for a while, such as when the public prosecution would be filed or roughly how many years the sentence might be.

Song Qingyin felt her scalp tingle under his gaze and shuddered. She experienced a selective bout of amnesia, burying the hatchet with Lu Qichuan as she cowered desperately behind him. Lu Qichuan rolled his eyes, but still blocked Lanyi's probing gaze.

Unlike the projected avatars possessed by many transcendental beings, unlike the situation with the Hannas, and even different from the mysterious monarch.

A deep and powerful voice issued from Bismarck's lips, and the force contained within it made the air vibrate violently for a transient moment, producing the illusion of distortion.

Chen Mufan could tell at a glance that none of these fellows were simple characters; he could tell just from their martial arts prowess, let alone the profundity of their Daoist techniques. Among those sent as reinforcements, how many could possibly be pushovers?

With the arrival of these heavy strategic bombers, which could be called the most terrifying steel masters in human military history, the previously chaotic situation on the battlefield underwent a genuinely human-controlled reversal.