Chapter 58: Not Skinny, You Can Touch Them

Having mentioned the matter of his right ear, Ji Shichu simply went ahead and shared Shiyi's thoughts with Ying Zhiyao as well.

Because he also wanted to hear how the young girl felt about it.

"My father wants me to inherit the Shi family."

Even though he had been drunk that day, she remembered that it was he who had sent her back, yet she had mistaken him for a bad person and even bitten him.

If she didn't let go, Mo Wanxin would definitely expose her. If the young master were to find out about the things she had done in the past, she would surely lose her life.

Yixian looked at Dan Huizi with appreciation. Although this tower master was not good at scheming or plotting, she unexpectedly saw through this matter thoroughly, whereas the deeply calculating Lord Heltan was trapped in a dead end.

"How is that? Pretty impressive, right?" Gan Yu was still smiling smugly at Long Yang, but Long Yang's expression had already shifted from a fleeting moment of joy to seriousness.

With that, she took a pair of golden scissors from the pouch at her waist, snipped off a few clusters, and placed them into the bamboo basket beside her.

Refusing to believe it, the man in black stretched out his hand and scraped his fingernails across King Yong's abdomen, leaving a bloody scratch. He tossed the poisonous banner bead above the wound, and the bead began to spin as it hovered in mid-air. The blood that should have flowed sideways instead streamed intermittently toward the bead.

How could Hadley let the opponent go? He had exposed all his strength, leaving no secrets in the other's eyes. With the opponent's abilities, they could naturally investigate his true identity.

"Frightened just like that?" Hadley swung the Life and Death Staff, stirring up a phantom image. With a simple, horizontal sweep, the staff and its phantom slammed together against the Great Wizard.

He rummaged through the contents and discovered that, aside from the rifles and standard bipods, the weapons even came with anti-aircraft mounts—quite considerate service indeed. This made Zhang Wei even more determined not to let go of these nine machine guns. These nine heavy machine guns were just enough to form a nine-gun heavy machine gun company, perfectly fitting the training battalion he had envisioned.

The commotion Zhang Wei made in this battle was massive. The soldiers of the transport platoon had also seen the billowing black smoke behind the Luotang Highlands and had learned from the security troops near the 200th Division's command post that Zhang Wei had just won a resounding victory, so every single one of them was in high spirits.

The smile on Liu Xin's face instantly became difficult to maintain, partly because Pei Jiang had praised Yan Yiran for being attractive right to her face, and partly because Aunt Juan had actually reprimanded Pei Jiang repeatedly in order to defend Gu Mingzhe.

Li Luyi quickly beckoned Luan Jingjing to swim along with him. Seeing that this method worked, Tu Men and Mole were quite pleased for a moment and also swam toward Li Luyi.

"As the legitimate eldest son, and with the support of the Zhou family, why is he so dense? Things that Prince Ning, Prince Wei, and Prince Qi are fighting tooth and nail for, yet Prince Xian simply doesn't want them!" the Empress said sorrowfully.

Gu Mingzhe's expression was no longer as gloomy as before. He looked at her as the pale yellow lamplight fell upon the strands of hair on his forehead, casting a faint halo over them, while a trace of warmth emerged within his deep, fathomless eyes.

"Gu Sinian, you tell them," Gu Yunhai felt that to make Gu Sinian realize his mistake, he had to make Gu Sinian admit to it himself.

Lately, because of her well-behaved demeanor, Gu Mingyuan no longer kept watch over her at the old residence; he had resumed working normally and occasionally went on business trips.

"It can only be used at Level 4 of the system? What the hell, does that mean you're only at Level 2 right now?" Li思琦 said with depression.

Sometimes, even when attending award ceremonies and the like, if his manager hadn't prepared his clothes for him in advance, he probably would have forgotten to change out of his casual wear just because he was engrossed in video games.

As if in response to those words, a few faint, indistinct roars echoed from the depths of the tunnel—sounding like the agonizing screams of someone undergoing torture, or perhaps a furious roar declaring war on the world.