Chapter 89: Two Madwomen

Lin Ran could feel Ye Fanzhi’s soft, wet, silky red lips against his own, yet how could he possibly dare to move his mouth in response? He could only stand there, utterly tense, gripping his girlfriend’s hand while Ye Fanzhi forced the kiss upon him. The feeling was unbelievably, insanely thrilling.

“Held by one stunning beauty with an elegant air, and kissed by another beauty in a cheongsam? This is absolutely explosive!”

“What exactly is going on between those three? I can’t make sense of it.”

Everyone at the scene burst into a chorus of gossip and speculation.

Li Xin was at that very moment—

Moreover, the clothing on Fang Li’s body was also a low-grade magical artifact transformed by the system, so the terrifying friction and the thousand-degree heat it produced did not affect him at all.

After the others had left, Fang Li looked around at the battlefield, now far less crowded than before. In a flash, he borrowed the power of his Wind Wings to skirt around the fighting and head straight for the area near the Crystal Palace.

The sabotage lasted for quite a while. Only when large forces of the Ming army finally arrived did Batumengke’s cavalry hurry out of the city, seizing many civilians in the process.

Because it had always derived from the Source, all human beings on Earth were connected to the Source.

Xinli Muer had once been there: Sheep Alley and Inner Peace Hall. Those were places where no father cared and no mother loved, where no one minded right or wrong, merit or fault, and no one paid attention to life, death, illness, or age. Worse still, it was all within the inner palace grounds. If one wanted to abduct the King of Jing out of the palace, one had to enter through the Forbidden City itself; it was as difficult as could be.

“What’s going on? Who fired the shot just now?” O’Connor raised his gun and looked around. But there was no response for a long time. He asked in confusion.

Mr. Zhao slept until the sun was high overhead before getting up. Peach Blossom and Master Liu discussed the current dishes in the shop, whether anything new should be added, or whether poorly selling items should be changed. After some deliberation, they had just come out of the kitchen when they saw Mr. Zhao emerge from his room, yawning.

“That silly girl doesn’t know enough to hurry up!” Peach Blossom sighed, then asked Pear Blossom to go back and gently urge her, or at least let Madam Li know what was going on.

Still, as long as she was all right, that was enough. Zhu Youtang had the officer go back and tell Mu Bin that she could rest outside today and return to the palace tomorrow without any trouble.

“Uncle Wang?” Peach Blossom could not help finding it strange. The matter of their two families fighting was still fresh in her mind, and back then this Wang the Fool had joined the side of the bullies. She did not think herself so magnanimous; she did not hate the man, but she certainly did not take kindly to him either.

At this, Mingyu’s explanation finally made the others understand. Xuan Zimo and the rest discussed it briefly with Lin Xiao and decided to take the brother and sister with them on the road.

Although the foreign tribes occupied only a corner of the Central Plains and did not dare stir up a major storm, their covert movements had never ceased.

On the way over, Luo Jun had already had Su Chengbei contact people. By the time they arrived, they saw that several men in black were already preparing to act.

“All right, Sect Master Shang, let us finish this quickly!” Lao Tian felt they had already dragged things out long enough. Presumably the lord had made all necessary preparations, and she too had to ascend the Lion Dance Platform before the second round of the Demon Weapon Convention began, or else she would be disqualified.

His deal with Qiongqi was astonishingly to have Ling Ziheng go find Mu Li, regardless of whether she was dead or alive, and he had even provided several clues. It seemed unlikely to be false.

If this were to spread to those managers who wanted to take his place, it would spell big trouble. Even the master behind him might not be able to protect him. After all, in this residence, what was needed was still obedient, docile servants who knew their place.

Waves of spiritual energy visible to the naked eye were drawn by the little flame from the high-grade spirit stones, becoming fuel for it and continuously pouring into the flame, making it burn ever more fiercely.

And yet, for something so precious, even Nine-Head’s grandfather had been willing to take it out for me to see? Even though I had taken Nine-Head in, I had only just met his grandfather for the first time, and he had shown no hesitation at all in bringing out the lotus lamp?