Chapter 102

In the dead of night, she heard it clearly—the intermittent, wailing cries echoing from afar. She wondered if something was wrong with her ears.

She watched with satisfaction as the two sleeping children were carried away, a smile playing on her lips. It wasn't quite enough to topple empires, but it was enough to bewitch the men before her.

Zhuzi Liu brought Bai Mei back to the inn. Seeing how pitiful and disheveled she was, Jiang Yunji personally helped her bathe, dressed her in her own clothes, and styled her hair and makeup.

"Then what about your parents? And who is Dou Dou?" Gao Han felt this must be related to the plot, so he wanted to know every detail.

They were, in truth, quite helpless. If not for the leverage others held over them, they would rather take a gamble than be exposed and killed, even if that gamble meant facing certain death.

"Mr. Yao, Momo won't be coming. If there's nothing else, I won't keep you." Gu Xilang’s sudden change in demeanor caused Yao Zhiqian to frown slightly.

The fat man leaped back over a yard, shocked. "Good heavens, boss, this guy is tough!" He shook his stinging palm, and upon looking down, saw that the edge of his hand looked as if it had been branded by a hot iron. It was mostly red, and he couldn't help but gasp.

Gu Limo’s mouth twitched violently, and she barely restrained herself from rushing forward. Fortunately, her phone vibrated twice, saving her from her impulse. In the moment she lowered her head, she missed the flicker of admiration in Chunyu Churan's eyes.

In an instant, the scene truly became a living hell, with sprays of blood and screams erupting one after another.

Before the crowd could even see what had happened, the burly man fell to his knees, his hands cupped in a salute toward Chu Yun, his face twisted in agony.

"Commander Li, what kind of formation is this that you are setting up?" Zhao Liang knew his thoughts had been exposed, so he simply asked directly.

The news had spread, and all of Liang City was gripped by panic. Many wealthy merchants were scrambling to move their caravans out of the city, intending to flee this war-torn land.

Chen Ying had actually managed to dig this up; clearly, the Xiang clan had placed him in a position of high importance.

"Let me see." Liu Yaoxi walked over with an umbrella in one hand and arrived at the cashier's counter.

Although Ling Fei and Lan Xin both wanted to continue clinging to Ye Xinghun, they couldn't bring themselves to do so under their father’s gaze. One by one, they left unhappily, looking back every few steps as they followed their father.

"Bang!" Was that it? I stopped instantly, my arms instinctively crossed to protect my face.

"Fine, fine, I'll tell you. I'm afraid you'll start hitting people if I don't," Xia Mengyou said with a laugh.

Returning to Lan Ruobing’s residence, Luo Youyou had yet to wake up. However, throughout the journey, Wan Yi had been quite shocked; Luo Youyou’s body had remained as cold as thousand-year-old black ice.

Opening his eyes suddenly, he saw a kind-looking old man before him. The old man had silver-white hair and a gentle face, watching him with a warm expression.

"Then that isn't love, is it?" Ling Xiquan glanced at her with amusement, distracted as she replied to a text message from Ye Qingting.

In the past, her name had often come up among alumni. But most of her labels were "the bumpkin trying desperately to climb into the circle of celebrities."

By the time they received the news, the Great Liao had already plundered everything in Wang Village and had long since vanished.

After finally resolving everything, Lin Rongshen kept his promise and took me to see my mother. She had already woken up, and a nurse was sitting by the bed, feeding her.

Now that Uncle Wang had brought men to block the carriage, looking as if he were there to interrogate her, it truly annoyed her. It was as if these people would hold her accountable if Sikong Yanfei failed to return today.

Everyone’s attention was focused on the stage, but Song Ke was quietly, ever so quietly, listening to Xia Luo’s story. She knew very little, very little indeed, about Xia Luo’s past. Hearing him speak now, an infinite tenderness welled up within her; she felt that Xia Luo’s childhood had been truly wronged.

"Tie You is cunning, deeply, deeply cunning!" Because of the lack of water, Yelu Liang’s voice was dry and hoarse, long stripped of his former majesty.

The War Shadow in the top lane suddenly took a mysterious path, wandering from the top lane to the middle, attempting to stir up trouble.

Ling Xiquan’s body stiffened instantly. Thinking, "No way," she reached up mechanically and slowly touched her cheek.

Young Master Yin wore a cryptic expression: If I tell him now that visiting hours are over, will Third Master Wen hate me to death?

Wait, so the person who attacked the Commander’s wife and nearly broke her hip was actually one of their own bodyguards?

Due to extreme tension, the feelings long suppressed within could no longer be contained, and a strange, twisted curve appeared on his face.

The sacrificial organization behind the scenes began to curse. These few dozen seconds created a massive workload for them, and they couldn't refuse; they had to bite the bullet and complete the requirements.

Everyone looked at him with curious eyes, whispering to one another, with many casting sidelong glances in his direction.

"What is it, Brother Zhang San? Did you discover something?" The Three-Eyed Taoist didn't blame Zhang San; instead, he watched the hallway with vigilance.