Ninety-One: Once More to the Bamboo Grove

Han Linsheng shook his head and sighed. “You are far too courteous, little brother. This time, you saved this old man—how should I ever repay you?”

“What repayment is there? Since you were able to appear here, there must have been some special reason. If we are friends, there is no need for repayment.” Bai Zongnan waved it away, then asked, “Sir, should I call you Han Linsheng, or should I call you Master Han?”

“Hm?”

“Weren’t you just...”

However, over the past period I have studied his matches in Serie A, and I have also studied his games this season in the Bundesliga and the Champions League.

Once such a thought takes hold, the opponent will inevitably be unable to resist carefully examining the truth and falsehood of the two water curtains before and behind him. That is precisely Xun Shen’s plan.

Bright voices rang out, drums and gongs sounded melodiously, and in an instant the whole of the Jiang Family Dam was reached; old and young alike came out to greet them.

“How should I do it?” In Meng Ying’s eyes, Gao Qiuguan had already become a professional capable of slaying demons and driving out ghosts.

“No.” When Lan Ying said it, her face seemed ready to drip blood; she kept her head down and spoke in a very low voice.

“So you heard that after all. Boring. What are you doing?” Seeing what Lu Chen was working on, Chen Ruonan curiously leaned over for a look.

Of course, the people at the television station themselves knew that, apart from those few performances, the rest of the gala was rather ordinary.

It was hard to tell whether he had become addicted to holding hands, but his habit was excellent; he never missed. On that point alone, there was no need to doubt his judgment.

From every part of the arena, scarlet rose up from earth soaked in blood, twisting in thick, viscous strands as it gathered into an extraordinarily magnificent ribbon, then poured down from the platform like a waterfall.

Where they stood, and in the earth-yellow, roiling smoke all around them, this severed realm was veiled in a haze that was half real and half illusion.

Elder Five Poisons immediately sent out four silver needles, but as they drew near Ye Lingfeng, they were blocked by his true qi.

The two of them walked into the living room. Thinking of what Gu Shaoyang had said earlier, Sheng Fenghua felt they should prepare as early as possible. This time, since the Gu father and son had failed, the main Gu family would certainly not send just anyone.

When he said that, I found myself at a loss for how to answer him—too angry would be wrong, too timid would be wrong as well. This man had an extraordinary bearing; in speech and manner he put people at ease without their noticing, and always gave the impression of a young hero who could stand upright beneath heaven and earth, one whose grand ambition would not be fulfilled and whose spirit would not easily die.

Beneath the shadow of the tree, the man held a bouquet of blue-and-white flowers and looked at me with tender devotion, a smile on his face, indulgent as ever.

“Fenghua?” Qin Feng watched Sheng Fenghua hurry away, somewhat puzzled, and called after her. But Sheng Fenghua had no time to pay him any mind. After thinking it through, she concluded that if the enemy had fled, they could only have gone through the entrance by the village chief’s house.

“Tonight, have someone quietly help me spread a rumor...” Su Zelin drained the wine in his hand in one gulp and absentmindedly bit his bright red lower lip.

And if the cost of supporting a family was deducted, saving five yuan a month would take nearly twenty years to pay it all back.

This reckless princess declared that only if her son inherited the presidency of the SNG Group would she relinquish power, so her son could not die—much less die of congenital heart disease.

“My artist—who are you to criticize?” Meng Meng turned around and looked at Amy with great displeasure.

Such a handsome face, only a little less perfect than Di Yuanwu’s, after all he took after his mother, and his mother was far more beautiful than most people.

Within boundless darkness, twelve immense, abyss-deep black holes spun at terrifying speed, devouring everything around them. Outside the black holes, the Lords of Fenglong, Panke, and Youya of the Purple Moon Sacred Land could only watch helplessly as Luo Yuan dragged the Lord of Wuhun into the black holes and was swallowed by them. Their scalps went numb, and then came overwhelming relief.

Xiang Yisen shook his head. That day, the journey home had gone smoothly all the way; he had certainly run into a few colleagues, but he was not the sort to bring such a thing up to everyone he met.