Chapter 092: The One Who Kissed Uncle That Night Was Wen Ni

Wen Ni lifted her gaze. Zhou Jingyi walked in from outside, his suit jacket casually draped over one arm. A simple white shirt and tailored trousers, yet his innate elegance elevated even the most ordinary attire. Zhou Jingyi entered the room. Min Xue, her eyes red, called out, "Jingyi." She tried to cling to his arm, but Zhou Jingyi deftly avoided her touch. "Did she tell you to leave?" he asked. Min Xue uttered a pitiful affirmation, as if certain Zhou Jingyi would take her side. Zhou Jingyi's lips curved with a faint smile. "Wen Ni," he said. Min Xue watched his face intently. Wen Ni continued to eat her blueberries. Today's batch was especially plump and sweet—delicious, perfect for a pregnant woman...

In less than ten seconds after being struck aside, Kanaten unleashed a brutal counterattack. Two swift sword strikes sent Huang flying out of the palace. Then, with a flash of thunder, Kanaten closed the distance, forcing Huang to his knees with another devastating blow. The rapid succession of moves left Jia Ben and the others utterly dazzled.

When they arrived at the classroom where Zong Zheng and his class were, Song Guoqiang quietly stationed himself by the back door. Through the transparent glass window, he could observe everything inside, and the sounds came through clearly as well.

Kanaten had originally planned to wait for the Kaguya clan to invite him to rest or to tour their compound. He intended to use the opportunity to investigate their circumstances, display admiration—perhaps even reverence—shower them with praise, and finally present the carefully prepared gift: a Flying Thunder God Kunai.

Trembling, Chen Yang tried to get up, but failed repeatedly. His face was mottled with bruises, blood trickling in winding streams from his nostrils, and his hair was a complete mess—he looked utterly wretched.

That mysterious imperial weapon, with its cross-shaped head carved from a unicorn’s horn and adorned with golden flame motifs, bore an eye-shaped symbol representing the quest for knowledge. Empowered by this formidable weapon, Grand Mage Rhein began to chant the forbidden spell: "Storm of Apocalypse."

"If you dare run, I'll call Grandpa Xiao to come after you with his stick," Ling Xuexian snapped, her cold voice halting the young man in his tracks.

It had only been ten days, yet his cultivation had soared from the Meridian Opening stage to the Secret Seeking realm, advancing almost one stage every two days. Who wouldn’t be driven mad with envy?

Su Ke felt the meeting with the elders could come to an end. She realized there was nothing more of value she could glean from them today.

"This patient was just discharged from the respiratory ward. Take him upstairs and hand him over to Director Cao. Tell him to double the original prescription—he'll be cured in three days." Smiling, Mo Feng gave instructions to the doctors before him.

I nodded, a bit proud, thinking my master was no ordinary healer. It would take more than a severe illness to defeat him. So I asked the auntie, "He’s been neighbors with everyone for over a year now, right? I heard his health has never been good?"

Yang Yan and Yang Xi were the names of two other ministers—a pair of sisters usually so inconspicuous that even Shui Shen Yantian’s description mentioned them only briefly. But now, their presence suggested otherwise; they might very well be the student council's secret weapons.

Her words were tantamount to admitting the child was her own son, confirming my suspicion was correct.

"I suppose I must have once loved you to the very edge of reason," Situ Qianzhi said again, snapping Nie Fenghua's mind back to clarity.

Anran Media had already installed LCD screens at the entrances of a thousand office buildings, but attracting advertisers remained a challenge. As a brand-new advertising model, Focus Media was an unknown quantity—no one knew its effectiveness, and advertisers were reluctant to spend.

Yet, when Xia Xin mentioned the matter of lifespan, she had crossed half the globe in just three days.

All the better, Nie Fenghua thought with a smile, following the maids into the hall. There, Jin'er waited anxiously. At the sight of her, Nie Fenghua quickly signaled her to remain silent.

"Qin Feng, calm down, what's going on?" Xu Shiwan asked, staring at the raging inferno. Even if anyone had been inside, none could have survived. She looked around before speaking again.

Since the last incident, Princess Tongda had set aside all concerns of seniority and kinship, treating Nie Fenghua as someone who shared her fate. She had even changed her address, asking Nie Fenghua to call her "sister."

"Oh, let's go visit Six-Ear's house together! I've never been there before!" Now that he was alive again, Jin brimmed with vitality, as if he had cast off all the misfortunes that had once plagued him.

"No, I wasn't bitten!" Nan Zhao insisted, but she didn't believe him. Stepping forward, she held his arm firmly, lifted his sleeve, and saw two bite marks on his forearm.

"This is celery with lily bulbs, and this is Kung Pao chicken," Gao Mingpu whispered the names of the dishes into Xie Zixuan's ear.

After he was taken to the hospital, Yi Jin remained unconscious. I stayed by his bedside until morning, but when I awoke, I found myself lying in his hospital bed, and Yi Jin was nowhere to be seen.

Indeed, whether in looks, figure, or status, Duanmu Rouqing was the dream woman for a homebody like Ruan Meng in his previous life.

This was the first time in his life he'd been despised, the first time he'd been unceremoniously kicked out, the first time he'd eaten on the stairs without regard for his image. If those of his own status ever heard, they'd die laughing.

Pressed for time, the goblins hadn't managed to develop armor-piercing shells and could only continue using their old equipment.

Mo Yu's heart leaped in alarm. She sat up abruptly, then relaxed as she realized she was in her own room with Yan Yize.

She could traverse heaven and earth, roam freely between yin and yang, and had battled the most fearsome demons and ghosts—yet the human heart remained an enigma.

"And what of Master Huineng? Why was he expelled from Hanshan Temple, and why has he avoided the capital for so many years?" Chu Si asked calmly.

Aunt Hong smiled. "Good people are always protected by fate." With that, she fastened her cloak and slipped out the back door of the Yang residence.

The entire room was a luxuriously furnished private suite, filled with high-end items. On the elegant glass coffee table sat a bottle of premium whisky and two crystal wine glasses. The arrangement was both refined and distinct.

He dragged Daoist Wang along, carrying Tang Jiao'er on his back as he hurried down the mountain path. Daoist Wang’s arms were dislocated, his shoulder blades pierced, and his body was jolted over the uneven ground, crashing into rocks—he howled in pain all the way.

"I'm in the restaurant on the ground floor of the inpatient wing. You'll see me as soon as you walk in." Zhang Youze's voice was calm, betraying no emotion. How did he know I was at the hospital, and how much did he know about Yu Ge? The answers would reveal themselves when I found him.

"Beiping is prosperous and peaceful; under General Liu's governance, the people live in comfort. I've been quite content here. However, I do have a request today. Has the general heard of the Xiongnu and Wuhuan seeking an alliance through marriage with our Han Empire?" Cai Yong hesitated for a moment, then finally spoke.