Chapter 153: Familiar Face
He Jisheng was exhausted and hungry, but in the end, fatigue overcame hunger. Without taking a bite, he fell asleep directly on the sofa.
The next morning, when he woke up, stars flashed before his eyes and he collapsed straight to the floor.
Thud—
“What are you doing—” Bai Yan cursed as she rushed out, only to see He Jisheng lying unconscious on the ground.
She immediately panicked, stumbling outside to shout, “Someone, help! Our He has fainted!”
Bai Yan was frantic.
Meanwhile, Yan Xue, who had been hiding in Yue Ye’s embrace without daring to show herself, buried her head even deeper, knowing she would no longer be used as a bargaining chip by the Long family.
The massive golden python seemed to understand Liu Lao’s words perfectly. It turned and slithered away, retreating over ten yards before finally turning back to look at us.
All the lords’ faces changed drastically, their anger mingling with unease.
After speaking, Liu Bei didn’t glance once at Chong. He turned and staggered toward the ditch, with ten soldiers following closely behind.
“Impossible! Even after being hit by so many main cannons, there would still be debris. How could it be so... clean?” Colonel Kyro jumped up, a chilling thought suddenly surfacing in his mind, making him shudder.
“Sit tight!” As he ran, the two soft jade peaks pressing against his back constantly nudged him, his palms rubbing against two supple thighs, and the breath like orchid-scented air whispered in his ear, stirring a restless excitement in Li Han.
With a flicker of willpower, he commanded the foreigner to approach the field where the spirit herbs were planted. Just as the foreigner neared the mystical fruit field, that figure in his sight suddenly fragmented and began to burn in a bizarre way, vanishing without a trace in the blink of an eye, leaving not a speck of ash behind.
His hands clasped together, forming a massive tower shield. The youth braced himself, slowly advancing against Jin Mamoru’s firepower, moving steadily forward, all while staying just beyond the reach of Jin Mamoru’s gaze.
“No need, I’ve arranged the vehicle. Just give us the exact address and we’ll come directly. Are you at home?” asked Dongfang Mingdao.
Heh, truly a wealthy man—he could scrape together five million just by borrowing and lending! Li Shi calculated inwardly how to persuade the village head to abandon Wang Guofu and support his cooperative instead.
“A Yuan?” Mrs. Li pondered, gradually understanding. This A Yuan was the son of the Song family; although he had close ties with her and A Nuan over the years, there was still a barrier. Who knew if he might be swayed by others in the future?
“Honorable Prime Minister, I remember last time you embraced every member of the delegation except me,” Lin Feng joked.
Seeing everyone’s respect toward the lord, Mu Xinran raised her brow. Now, that was genuine admiration. Thinking back to that elderly gentleman’s demeanor earlier, she really didn’t want to see him again.
As for the Fang family, she couldn’t say she liked them much; she merely acknowledged their presence out of respect for the Li family, holding a faint goodwill toward them.
Throughout the entire operation, aside from the sound of the surgical knife needed by Xiao Yao, no one spoke. Everyone watched attentively. The three hospital dignitaries played the role of nurses, outshining the actual nurses.
To hide the dreadful mark, she had no choice but to wear a high-collared garment, tie her long hair up high, grabbed her handbag, and hurried out.
However, she never expected the consequences of framing Xiao Yao to be so severe; she could not win even a trace of forgiveness from the Leng family.
Soul cultivators act with precision; in pursuit of perfection, they would usually enlist the help of spiritual technicians to calculate everything, leaving no room for the slightest error.
In a world of night and stars alike, whatever the past world was like, he didn’t remember. But one thing was certain: he would never have liked going hungry before.