Chapter 42: Wei Yang Targeted

Wei Yang struggled to climb out of bed and absentmindedly tousled her long hair.

On the other end of the phone, Zhao Yunkai did not hear Wei Yang's voice for a long time. Feeling nervous, he quickly added, "Yangyang, I don't mean anything else. I just want to spend a bit more time with you. We can rent two separate tents when we get there."

Wei Yang hesitated for a moment, then asked calmly:......

The other classmates working in Nandu City were not having it. You, Wu Chuncheng, are a local landlord, but does that mean we aren't?

After Wu Tianjun returned to the city, Zhang Mei and Wang Shugao respectively called Luo Guan to express their gratitude to him.

Knowing the benefits of royal jelly and having no intention of deceiving everyone for a high price, Ye Shu waved his sleeve once more.

Even if circumstances make the hero, in an interstellar world where cyborgs are only considered adults at the age of thirty, Chesterton's achievements without any powerful background were undoubtedly dazzling.

Everyone felt a chill in their hearts and turned their heads abruptly. Even Ma Hongxing looked uncertain, staring coldly at Yan Nan with a gaze as sharp as a knife.

According to Master Shen's plan, Jin Menglai would operate in the shadows while Ye Feng remained in the light. After all, Jin Menglai was no pushover, and the probability of him killing Ye Feng was extremely high. If Jin Menglai were to kill Ye Feng, Master Shen could easily shift the blame entirely onto him. Ye Beigong had not yet flexed his power; if he were to unleash his wrath, a single Jin Menglai clearly would not be his match.

Magic treasures designed to withstand thunder tribulations—specifically requiring the defense against five consecutive rounds of lightning—belonged to a special category of magical items. To transform their innate nature into the ultimate essence, their primary functions focused on drawing, neutralizing, and defending against lightning. To enhance these specific capabilities, trade-offs had to be made in other aspects.

Inside the East Wing room, Zhang Fengyi's apricot eyes widened in fury. She snatched up the imperial gazette in her hand and tore it to shreds. A long-absent flush appeared on her pale cheeks, and her towering chest heaved violently as she reached the pinnacle of anger.

Nefarian muttered incantations under his breath, pressed his index and middle fingers together, and lightly tapped each of the seven wick tips in succession, leaving Opheina utterly bewildered. Lighting lamps... surely didn't require flint or any other fire-starting tools?

At this moment, fierce sounds of fighting drifted from inside the room, accompanied by the gruesome noise of blades slicing into flesh and skin, making one's scalp tingle.

For Rong Jin, a single day apart felt like three autumns; he wished he could gaze upon her and hold her in his arms every single second of the day.

Tang Tang straightened her body and glanced toward the amusement facilities, but she could not see anyone at all. She had no idea where Xia Yu and the others had run off to.

Not far away, Ye 政, who was exchanging pleasantries with someone, suddenly turned his head. His gloomy gaze locked onto the hand Qiao Qijian had placed on Tang Tang's back. If his look could serve as a lethal weapon, Qiao Qijian would probably have been riddled with eighteen hundred bloody holes on the spot and met his demise right then and there.

However, Huang Ximei was slow-witted and failed to notice this. She could only think about what Jiang Hong had said earlier. The more she pondered it now, the more correct Jiang Hong's words seemed. Unable to contain her restlessness any longer and finding no one left in the shop, she endured until evening and headed straight for the grand courtyard.

"I asked if you're deaf and can't understand human speech. I told you to take care of yourself so we don't waste money hiring servants," Yang Siru said with disdain. For all these years, she had truly had enough; the feeling of brazenly quarreling with Old Mrs. Shen was actually quite satisfying.

Just as Ye Zheng was about to straighten his posture, he suddenly leaned in close again. Beneath his sword-like brows, his gaze burned with intensity, bringing him so close to her that their breaths intertwined.

The rooftop of the Qingyun Club was designed in the style of an aerial garden, and as Tang Tang stood within it, she felt as though she had stepped directly into a classical Suzhou garden.

Yet, even if she were to die, her remains would likely find no fixed burial ground, and she could only wonder if she would ever cross paths with Liu Yao in her next life.

Tasseling his fingers through Su Doudou's hair, Subei smiled with doting affection. His red lips and white teeth dazzled Su Doudou's eyes—and naturally, those of Han Fangfei, who had been standing not far away the entire time.