Chapter 163: Lost in Passion, Oblivious to Heaven and Earth

Lin Luo asked in surprise, “Zhou Jingyi was beaten to death?”

Madam Ximen quickly replied, “Don’t worry, don’t worry, he’s not dead, but he was beaten half to death. Last night, his wounds got infected and he had a high fever. At first, the old master refused to take him to the hospital—truly barbaric.”

Lin Luo pursed her lips. “Auntie, do you know what caused it?”

Turning over in her sleep, she murmured, “Dare to snatch my child? Damn it! Didn’t they bother to find out who I am!” Pei Jun smiled wryly; this woman was fierce even in her dreams. If it was really that serious, why was she only crying tonight?

An hour later, although the enemy forces surged forward like a tide, they were kept at bay by an arrow formation, unable to approach within three hundred paces of the city gate.

“Do I get to decide?” The man’s voice carried a hint of joy, mixed with some uncertainty.

With An Ran’s soothing words and the retreating gazes of those around, Xing Chen slowly relaxed his straightened back, allowing An Ran to link her arm through his as they walked deeper into the park.

Father Li came to Li Rong’er’s room, where she was still doing homework. “Rong’er, it’s time to eat. Haven’t you finished your homework yet?” Father Li gently stroked her head.

An Ran nodded, seeming to think the old man was somewhat useful after all. He had finally sensed something was wrong; hopefully, he would come to more realizations.

Wei Yang was startled and moved the microphone away, covering his ear that had been stung. He muttered to himself that Mr. Yao was far too fierce.

It wasn’t that Chu Beiying didn’t want to get up; she had just been pushed so hard that her knees were scraped, and her foot twisted.

“His Highness whispers...” The Grand Chancellor remains the Grand Chancellor. With him in charge, no one can overturn the order—no matter that the Song family has always had an ominous aura.

Just as An Ran received the Best Dedication Award, the media released a news video of An Ran’s car accident in the Netherlands.

Every time they chatted, Liu Jianzhong sighed, wishing his son could be like Mu Feng, so he, the old man, wouldn’t have to worry so much.

Mu Feng chuckled, “I don’t quite agree with your appraisal. I admit my target is his company.”

Gu Zhicheng hadn’t thought much about it. When his mother asked where they went for their first meal together, he instinctively said the hotpot restaurant—because Zhang Cuilian loved hotpot the most.

Chairman Xin did not comment. He had come to speak privately with Han Taijun; the shareholders’ meeting was just a routine formality.

He had his eye on a team whose toolset was almost identical to the one he had compiled. They snatched it in three seconds, threatened for one second, then used their abilities to freeze all the tools, binding them with icy chains, and dragged them toward their mechs.

After a while, Nalan Ziting came downstairs carrying an LV bag, scrutinizing Mu Feng with a critical gaze.

The newcomer was Thunderstorm. Since rising to hero status, Thunderstorm hadn’t fought enemies but only sparred with a few friends. He longed for a worthy opponent to unleash his full strength.

Unexpectedly, bullets hitting the “Worm Mummy” didn’t deliver a fatal blow. Only a few worms directly struck by bullets turned to ash. But this creature had at least a thousand worms on it; killing a few was like a drop in the ocean. The vacant spots left by the dead worms were quickly filled by others.

The voice in his mind continued chattering, but Jin Que, sitting inside the mech and under Lotte’s puzzled gaze, closed his eyes.

Although everyone drank quite a bit, they knew the rules and discipline. No one dared to get utterly drunk. Now, with an empty stomach, having a bowl of chicken noodle soup felt like pure comfort.

“I heard Princess Tang has gone missing. Is there any truth to that?” Dongfang Bubai withdrew all emotions and asked softly.