Chapter Twenty-Three: The One Who Deserved Hatred the Most Is Already Dead

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The quiet living room was filled only with the sound of bowls and chopsticks clinking. No one spoke, until a sob broke the silence.
Fu Luoning paused, looking over in silence.
That sob seemed to be the breaking point; Xiao Li clutched her bowl and began to cry.
Xiao Jin had not expected this reaction from Xiao Li. Looking at Fu Luoning in an awkward manner, she gently patted Xiao Li's shoulder. "Alright, stop crying. It’s not easy for Luoning to come visit."
"Wooo..." Xiao Li held her bowl.
The organization spanned across all corners of the earth, and Akainu happened to be in this sector. It was because of the severity of the "Boundless Aura" that he had been dispatched.
Suddenly, seven-colored auspicious clouds descended from the sky. Guanyin Bodhisattva, with her celestial skin and jade-like bones, stepped upon a divine seven-colored lotus and descended slowly.
Under the moonlight, atop the tiled roof, a slender figure in red stood with a cold expression, her hair dancing in the wind. Just like the melody of her flute, she stirred an involuntary sense of curiosity in those who beheld her.
Before tonight, Sheng Kuafu might not have cared whether he was polite to Chen Yunfei, but things were different now. Even he had not realized it, but he had unconsciously lowered his posture.
Gu Chen sensed it carefully; the aura of soul-refining, if distinguished with enough precision, could be found to be somewhat different from that of an ordinary cultivator.

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But it seemed that every sentence Gu Qingci spoke hit a nerve, and not just hit—"plucking" it would be more accurate.
As the saying goes, those who do not see eye to eye have nothing to say. In just a few short minutes, Huang Doudou and Director Jiang had both been struck by a "paralysis spell," sending a chill through the other leaders present who had been spared.
Upon hearing the Prince's explanation, all his subordinates were awestruck and bowed in complete submission; their leader was truly a leader, considering matters with both comprehensive and long-term foresight.
For the sake of his remaining dignity, Zhu Nong did not explicitly state the humiliation they had suffered, hoping only that Wang Nana could convey the message to the security guards. Once the guards arrived, he and his three roommates could successfully escape.
In truth, Li Wei'er had been in Ningbo for at most a year or so. Moreover, she rarely saw anyone, so there was almost no one she could call an old acquaintance.
"Sold it! Why? Did you buy some stocks, that particular stock?" Lu Lu asked curiously.
Whatever the motive of those villagers seeking out Yu Yifan, she felt that Yu Yifan should not agree to anything.
"Go report it; I wish to see my father." As soon as Xu Lianyi reached the entrance of the mansion, she spoke to the guards. Her identification badge was not on her person, so she naturally could not prove her identity. Only by seeing him in person would she have a better chance of verification.
Now, seeing Qi Zihan, they all had a sense of sudden clarity: it turned out that only a man like Qi Zihan was worthy of someone like Qin Yuxi.
The remaining four hundred yuan had all been given to Brother Dong. Although he still carried a massive sum of 400,000 yuan, this prize was too large to be cashed in Nanyang City; he would have to go to the provincial capital, Jiangjing, in person to exchange it.

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Yu Hui, who was crouching to one side, could clearly sense a shift in the atmosphere around Ma Yu, who was beside him.
Teacher Mi wanted to ask more, but seeing the principal's dismissive and unwilling expression, she gave up. "Very well, I shall go teach my class." With that, she pulled the door open and walked out.
Gathering all her emotions, Shen Wan slowly adopted a calm and serene appearance as she walked out of the side hall.
What worried Ji Qiu most was the Empress. The events from earlier had left her full of doubts.
However, Dark Night had said that the new Master of the Underworld did not like such things and that there was no need for such flashy formalities, so everyone had dropped the idea.
Qin Yaxin wore very high heels, and the hem of her woolen skirt was very tight, making it difficult for her to walk. Gasping for breath, she called out, "I—I was just looking for you, just—just right, let’s go to the coffee shop and sit—sit..." As she spoke, not caring whether the other party agreed, she headed toward the coffee shop herself.
"Is this the method you intend to use to make me die?" she whispered softly, her tone filled with contempt and disdain.
Therefore, he would never know that the old man was not projecting his soul, but had merely split off a portion of his spiritual energy.