Chapter 29: The Real Estate Tycoon, Luo Fanghong

"Chen Yang, damn you, how dare you hit me?" Huang Bing was beside himself with rage, pointing angrily at Chen Yang. "If you hit me, it's like slapping Mr. Luo in the face. You're finished!"

"If you dare to make another peep, I'll throw you out," Chen Yang said slowly.

There was always a touch of elegance and composure in Chen Yang's manner of speaking. Even with his ordinary features, he exuded a refined and noble aura.

When Fang Shilie spoke, Fang Nai was quite unhappy; her words had been correct, yet her brother not only blamed her but also scolded her.

Looking at the inn overflowing with servants from the Xiang family, like a sea of flowers, Kong Ciyan felt her heart sink. She fixed her gaze on Ximen Jin, hoping he would offer her an explanation.

He decided to leave for a moment and consult with Hu Sanniang, but Tianqi's words rooted him to the spot.

With a self-mocking smile, Wu Ling'er bathed herself thoroughly, then rose and dressed, wiping her hair with a cloth before leaving the bathroom. Seeing Brother Ying in the courtyard, Wu Ling'er simply nodded without speaking and returned to her room.

He understood the power of public opinion, and knew all too well how the gossiping women of the countryside could talk the living to death and leave the dead with a reputation that would stink for eternity.

Just from the anxious look on his face, she refused to believe that Mo Jingran felt nothing for Jin Bei'er.

"The Liu family descends from Liu Bowen, and they've always been skilled in the mysterious arts," the old blind man said. "Liu Bowen himself created the Pancake Song, which harbors secrets of destiny. If such a family devoted itself to a single pursuit, the outcome could be terrifying."

The two doctors and the midwife were outsiders; the most direct and effective way to keep them from spreading rumors was to pay them off.

After Beitang Che's introduction, Shu Haotian and Lian Tianqi both had flashes of surprise in their eyes, as if they already knew who had arrived.

The two knew perfectly well that they'd really hit a wall this time. This young man was unfathomable. The God-Sealing technique blocks a cultivator's abilities, making them no different from ordinary people. Seeing this, the two living corpses felt reassured.

Gunfire rang out once more, and this time, Chen Tianyi saw the bullet strike the tree he was using as cover, less than three centimeters from his body.

Gong Qianzhu wore a knowing expression; she guessed that the Demon King had sealed Zhao He's eyes inside this luminous pearl. What a secretive hiding place—it would have escaped notice if not for her careful scrutiny.

Upon hearing Yu Gong's words, everyone stood up, but all eyes were fixed on Qiu Ming, filled with longing. They all hoped to become stronger, even if just a tenth as strong as Qiu Ming.

His kiss was forceful and domineering, layered from gentle to deep, almost stealing my breath away completely. He was indeed a masterful kisser—I had never experienced such an intoxicating kiss before.

To be fair, these barbecues really tasted amazing—the aroma was mouthwatering, and before long, Lin Feng had devoured everything.

"Don't move, don't move! If it hurts, just bear it!" Gong Qianzhu pressed down on Leng Yixiu to keep him still, then dipped two fingers into the white jade box, scooping out a bit of clear ointment and carefully applying it to the wound on his arm.

He stood in the morning light, dressed in a white shirt and black suit, his features radiating heroic energy. His massive shadow stretched across the ground, elongated by the sunlight.

The worry had not come to pass. Tianzi allowed Yiyi to hold his hand. Yiyi took a deep breath, steadying her emotions—it was wonderful. Did this mean Tianzi accepted her? She didn't know, but it was certainly a good start.