Chapter 031: Aunt's Visit

Jiang Zeyu leaned back in his chair, watching the video on his phone in which the young woman’s face was stained with tears, crying so heartbreakingly after being rejected by the one she loved.

“Your wife’s acting is pretty good, honestly,” Nan Jue messaged.

“Did you push her?”

“Wrongly accused! I didn’t even use any force; she fell on purpose for the effect!”

Jiang Zeyu propped his forehead with one hand and replayed Qu Wan’s performance.

The way she looked at Nan Jue was exactly the same as how she usually looked at him—her eyes seemed to sparkle with stars, joy at first, then utter despair.

Within just a few minutes, Qu Wan had captured the emotions perfectly.

So her acting was this good after all.

“What?” Ximen Jinlian felt her head spin—Yun Jia had actually jumped to her death?

She was already twenty-eight; if this relationship failed again, where would she find the courage to start anew?

Hou Yi sighed. Their strength was indeed great, but precisely because of this, he felt a looming catastrophe in the dark. If it could not be stopped, the entire universe would be doomed.

The Japanese army often took advantage of their shameless superiority in equipment to bully the Nationalist forces, but this time, in terms of equipment, they were thoroughly outmatched.

“All right, my dears, if you keep fighting like this, you’ll just make others laugh at us. Family scandals shouldn’t be aired in public. Sister Xinqi, even if your parents are to blame, you shouldn’t say such things in front of the younger generation. That’s not in line with our values, is it? Maybe you need to study a bit more,” Le Fan stood up and said.

The NPCs ahead, supported by their attendants, entered the luxurious mansions in the east of the city one after another. Although the entire county of Yinyun was mobilized to fight that super boss, there were still four soldiers guarding the gates of each mansion.

He had read some ancient texts left by Elder Whitebrow, and only then did he realize that even in the deepest darkness, so-called demonic creatures were infamous.

In the days that followed, the head of the Cheng family frequently sought out Ling Feng for conversation, subtly probing about Ling Feng’s origins and the world he came from.

As Shao Fei spoke, he walked inside. In the restroom, he found the Japanese military uniform he had just changed out of, wiped clean with a towel and neatly folded to the side.

Driven by Ling Feng’s power, Liu Tingyu’s face grew increasingly flushed, her body trembling uncontrollably, sweat pouring from her skin as a sensual atmosphere instantly filled the room.

“Madam, please calm down.” The wet nurse stood by, uneasy; this time, she truly had no excuse to defend her young master.

“I won’t let go. Be good and come back with me. My mother has a soft heart; I’ll talk to her for you,” Chen Siyun said anxiously, feeling deeply guilty for her uncontrollable emotions the previous night.

After all, if Chu Ming could not repel the giant tiger and kept facing its attacks, he would have no energy left to set up that spiritual formation.

Despite its massive size, it was incredibly stealthy at night, with keen senses, fierce temperament, swift movements, adept at swimming and climbing trees, yet rarely attacked humans.

Madam Lu and Lu Qingzhe exchanged a glance, mother and son seeing a glimmer of hope in each other’s eyes.

When it flew back, it was still as rusty and battered as ever, but after its latest round of devouring, it had undergone a remarkable transformation. The once ruined exterior now faintly revealed the original obsidian sheen of the Chaos Sword.

After parting ways with the Shu army, Xie Wujie led the Yan Prefecture troops further north. Along the way, urgent reports kept arriving from the north—the situation in Yan Prefecture was worsening by the day; the soldiers’ morale was depleted, the army in disarray, and the city could fall at any moment.

With repeated assurances from Jin Sanpang, Ning Yue and Zhang Ye finally approached, though they looked ready to retreat at any moment. Only when they reached Jin Sanpang and saw he hadn’t gone mad did they relax.

“All right, I can do that. Let’s see if I can grasp the whole picture—even if you just tell me a little, that’s enough.” Zhang Ye was confident, but also cautious, thinking that strength was on his side and he could do as he pleased.