Volume 1, Chapter 63: When did you and Miss Cheng get married?

Since they were no longer seated around the conference table, the meal time was now informal, and the topics of conversation had shifted away from rigorous academic matters.

With a smile, Qiao Silin asked Li Zhinan, “President Li, are you married?”

He felt inadequate, useless even—he was so clumsy that he stumbled while walking—and his confidence began to waver again.

Back then, his silence was born from a desire to ignore strangers; now, that silence... only the devil knows what he’s truly thinking.

First, he instructed the nursemaid to arrange for the carriage with the dog and to lead the cattle to the breeding base.

What were the Wolf Fangs? What could the Blood Dragon Squad really do? Soon, they’d have the chance to beat the mad dog so badly it’d be left with its tail between its legs—let’s see how arrogant it dares to be then.

Clanking his huge sword, Du Chuan asked, “What’s next? How shall we deal with this beast?”

He began to refine the power of the Heavenly Flame, channeling its energy to the various parts of his body where it was needed most.

If Old Ergeda had been harmed by a wild beast, his corpse must be in the beast’s lair. To retrieve it, they would inevitably face the beast’s attacks.

Tian Ying stood at the doorway, probably worried that Yu Fei might be blasted out by the tank and, in a fit of anger, demolish the entire school.

Gu Yuxi lowered the temperature of the hot tea before placing it quietly on the table in front of Gong Xichi, the gentle clink of the cup sounding softly.

Though all the stones were black, this particular black stone shimmered with a crystalline brilliance, as if ink were flowing within it. As it moved, the surrounding space rippled like boiling water stirred by a breeze.

Since Nangong Xiong had spoken, Bai Shilan said no more. Her son was a notorious flirt and merely held the position of general manager in the company—a role that, in truth, only served to run errands for his son, Nangong Ling. She blamed her unworthy son for their predicament but chose to keep her grievances to herself.

“Master, I’m leaving!” Yue Shanhao bowed deeply to Lin Hao, then transformed into a shadowy figure, descending from the giant sword and vanishing into the forest, heading straight for the distant swarm of sword bees.

Chen Xing, who followed closely behind Lin Hao, shuddered suddenly as she felt him disperse the dark mist. Curious, she looked up to meet his gaze.

It turned out to be mealtime. Zhao Qian quickly ordered Old Ge to accompany him to inspect how the tenant farmers were faring.

“Do you take me for a fool?!” Nangong Xiong slammed the table, and in an instant, the hall filled with black-clad bodyguards.

They tried repeatedly but couldn’t open it. It must be broken. The rooftop was rarely visited, so neglect had caused the equipment to fall into disrepair.

“Master, what… what’s really going on? Lin Hao clearly wanted to kill me, yet he…” The chief disciple seemed to have misheard, desperately trying to explain.

“Alright, we’ve prepared for so long. You must hold on until I succeed. Otherwise, all this preparation will be for nothing. Remember, you’re not doing this for me, but for everyone in this village. We’ve been sealed away for so many years—do not let them come through.” The village chief’s expression turned grave.

We asked Lone Defeat how he viewed the matter. He shook his head, saying he sensed nothing, but he chose to trust Lin’s words; Lin Bing’s words would never be wrong.

Wan Ling wore an innocent expression, as if to say, “I didn’t say anything; why are you feeling guilty?”

She Li believed Li Chengye was merely an isolated case, and since Li had two months to prepare, he planned a surprise attack now, using a thousand jin of grain as bait to lure Kun Jian into battle.

Deep within the ancient tomb, there seemed to be a pulsating heart. I could feel it clearly—it was like a red eye, greedily watching me in that very moment.