Chapter 106: Ye Fanzhi’s Bridal Dowry

Chen Yiming’s home was in a place with a beautiful name—Three Saints Flower Village.

It was a tourist attraction, a large flower and bird center, and also featured many restful farmhouse courtyards. The area was vast and nestled in a peaceful corner amidst the bustling city.

Chen Yiming’s house was a self-built farmhouse within the scenic area, covered in climbing roses.

Lin Ran parked the Bentley outside his courtyard. As he stepped out, he saw a young girl in a school uniform waiting for the bus by the roadside.

Xia Qing.

Jian Xi placed a plastic bag beneath her, sitting cross-legged on a soft blanket, quietly waiting for Nan Mufeng.

Yan Zhehan spread his arms wide, and Shen Mengyao happily ran over, leaping into his embrace.

“In the future, our fates will intertwine even more,” said Chang Sunjing calmly and meaningfully.

Patting his wife’s back, Yuan Qi’s temperament had mellowed considerably. When facing overwhelming power, confrontation was never a wise choice.

That detestable young beast suddenly appeared and abducted her. How anxious must Nangong be? Su Luo was just about to devise a way to coax the creature, hoping to spread news of her presence here, when such a message unexpectedly arrived.

Nan Mufeng held her close, eyes open, staring at the ceiling. Sleep eluded him completely. A gnawing unease stirred within.

If someone were to connect these skills to the powerful Su Luo... She feared the Xuanyuan Emperor might guess, so she refrained from using even half-step god-level abilities unless absolutely necessary.

As they walked, they suddenly spotted Qing Ping, awkwardly running with her clumsy skills. Behind her was none other than Prince Xuan, followed by Yuan Fang, chasing after her.

“Let’s just craft the Seven Star Beads. They look quite appealing,” Mu Jiao said, flipping to that page in the tutorial.

Knowing Mu Jiao had lost the case, Mu Shi deliberately bought a cake to comfort the disappointed Mu Jiao.

“You—” Luo Sen hesitated for a long time, finally uttering just one word, “you,” then fell silent, driving Ruan Jing frantic with worry.

The hotpot restaurant was located on a famous food street, surrounded by various eateries and bars. Street singers strummed guitars on the bridge, their mellow songs drawing many passersby to pause and listen.

But Spirit Eater feared these two items would reveal himself. Long ago, when Bai Xing took away Shadow in the forest, he had already sealed them inside his dagger.

“Hongmeng, success or failure is all on you now!” Dugu Yu thought to himself. He had worked hard to gather spirit stones, hoping Hongmeng would exert every effort to break free from the chains of reincarnation power, at least to keep his dantian from falling into complete desolation.

Situtu Qingyun looked at Chu Xiao once more. The youth had indeed surprised him greatly. He nodded approvingly.

“Hello, could you please tell me where to take a baby for medical treatment?” Gao Zhao, unaccustomed to such places, asked the nurse at the front desk directly.

The commander staggered backward several steps, then collapsed powerless to the ground. Blood gushed forth, mingling with shattered brain matter from the bullet hole in his forehead. He had been shot.

J City was the capital of S Province. Zhao Jun, only in his early thirties, was already a deputy bureau chief of the Public Security Bureau of J City, holding a deputy department-level rank. Coupled with the backgrounds of himself and his wife, he was confident about his future.

Normally, it was only around eight in the evening, and the streets were usually filled with hurried commuters. But tonight was different.

As for the security camera tucked in the corner of the corridor, before Zhang Daguang even stepped in, it had already been taken care of.

Gu Yao thought to himself, so poor eyesight means you just can’t see clearly from afar. Gazing at the dim yellow lights, he mused that such lighting was hardly suitable for a forensic examination.

“All right, make arrangements. Tonight, we must deal with those two,” Madame Song waved her hand, her expression growing increasingly grim.

Clearly, the big dog was shot in the head right under their noses, yet they hadn’t seen either the shooter or the weapon.