Chapter 38: Gu Xiaomo's Little Whelp Has Returned Again

Le Xi found Duan Mucheng rather annoying; he always chose to answer only certain things she said. Group after group left, and the host told Little Fish, Grandma Xu, and Uncle Liu to go rest. Huo Hongming went to follow, but the host called him back. The staff moved things with a clatter, and the host thanked them for their hard work.

When Duan Mucheng returned, he held two sharpened sticks, handing one to Le Xi and keeping the other for himself as he crouched down to dig for peanuts. It was well known in the village that the county magistrate favored Song Liansheng; within a ten-mile radius, everyone recognized Song Liansheng as an outstanding man, still unmarried.

The eldest disciple recited at a measured pace, slow enough that even the tall, thin man could hear every word clearly. He had already thought through all the initial problems; as for the offensive strategy, he had a rough outline in his mind, though it still needed considerable testing and detail.

This Jiang He would later become part of the Jiang family of the Demon Clan, but for now, there was no Demon Clan—he belonged to the Jiang family of the Divine Realm, a family full of ambition. They could not tolerate seeing the Divine Realm ruled by Xiaolong, so they set a trap, hoping to turn brother against brother.

Just then, Ji Linchuan happened to pass by. That day, he wore a loose black pullover stamped with the classic Louis Vuitton logo. Turning his head, he saw her hanging from a tree and, hands in his pockets, could only stand there grinning up at her.

Song Xiangting was already handsome, his features refined, and when he dressed up, he looked even more so, as if he had stepped out of a painting.

As Chen Fei watched with growing interest, a sudden cough came from behind the door. He quickly turned his gaze, and through the wooden doorway, caught sight of an old man.

“Don’t worry, let us take you back first. The boss will make arrangements,” the madman said, knowing full well Mu Ge couldn’t fall into their hands, or their plans for the evening would be compromised and Xiao Moxuan would lose his composure.

Of course, the telescope wasn’t for distance, but to bring things up close, making observation easier.

It wasn’t until Bai Dede’s sword tip touched his brow that Du Beisheng finally moved. He stared dazedly at the sword, as if, like his master, he had started daydreaming.

Suits aimed for structure and often used coarse woolen fabrics, yet Lin Hai’s suit was made of satin—shinier, softer, more luxurious.

“Please rest assured, Your Majesty,” Mu Qianxia said softly. “Since I have married the Third Prince, I will not betray him.”

So, the matter ended in Mr. Bai’s hands. If others were dissatisfied, even Panther might have his doubts.

Panther glanced around, made sure there was no one else, and then left the villa.

But they hadn’t thought much of it; at this moment, they just happened upon something strange.

If that really was the case, it would be quite unexpected, leaving people at a loss for words.

After lying down for about fifteen minutes, Mu Qianxia felt someone tug her hand. She realized only then that Gu Li, at some point, had gripped her hand tightly. She turned her head and saw Gu Li lying beside her, gazing right back.

The man’s gaze swept the room, pausing briefly on Tian Yiyan’s face before finally settling on Lin Hai.

Shui Yun poked his junior on the forehead, frustrated, and said sternly, “Useless! You’d be lured away by a single red bean cake.”

Aizawa Ai’s train departed early; after she left, Lin Hai noticed that the middle-aged man who had loaned him a guitar earlier still hadn’t left.

The Qian family was already in such dire straits. At worst, they’d just have to endure some hard times. What else could they do? Qian Long didn’t want to implicate his good friends; otherwise, he’d never rest in peace, not even in death.

The breath of Wind Heartless slowly crept closer behind him; that was the main reason for Wind Heartless’s desperate flight.