Chapter 38: Kicking the Second Brother

Jiang Huaiting frowned, picking up the notebook—
After much hesitation, he tossed it back onto the table. Restless and agitated, Jiang Huaiting stormed out of the room.
He was anxious and uneasy!
He kept trying to call Jiang Nuo, but the phone wouldn't connect. Aggravated, he tugged at his collar as a servant brought in a tray of fruit.
Jiang Huaiting searched the fruit platter but didn't see any longan: "There's no plate of peeled longan."
"Sir, that used to be peeled by Miss Li herself—it's long gone."
"Why did you take such potent medicine?" Jia Chong nearly exploded with anger and hurried over. You Shi, embarrassed, tried to stop him, but eventually relented, thinking he had already seen everything anyway. She finally revealed it, and Jia Chong listened with mixed joy and worry.
"If you truly want to thank me, then kiss me!" Jiang Jinrun said, folding her arms, lazily leaning back.
Ling Yuhang’s face was flushed with fury; she looked up, her eyes blazing, and strode out of the kitchen into the living room.
The master let out a faint sigh—a sigh that left Yuan Guang puzzled at the time.
Jia Chong did not genuinely wish to die; he was merely seizing this chance to gamble with his life.
Luo Li’s beautiful eyes remained tightly shut. Her jade hand, gripping the Luo Shen Sword, trembled. Suddenly, a terrifying sword aura swept forth like a storm, enveloping her. The incoming assaults were torn apart by the sword storm, reduced to nothingness.
Both Uncle Zhong and Yang Shangjing knew that the letter from Yang Shangjing’s third uncle was truly strange. If not for certain considerations, Yang Shangjing would not have risked himself, nor would Uncle Zhong have agreed.
“No need, no need,” Su Changqing waved his hands quickly. Although Wang Pingzhao’s face showed no sign of exhaustion, the taut veins on his hands revealed the weight he was carrying.
At night, the temperature dropped to minus four or five degrees, and with the wind, it was bitterly cold. Suddenly, a shattering sound startled both me and Watermelon; we jumped up and looked back.
Zhang Mingyu was always straightforward. Though he was more low-key on this trip, since Lady Bear let him sit first, he wasn’t going to be polite. He plopped down without hesitation.
After dinner, we went straight to bed. The alarm rang at half past ten; it took real effort to get up. After a quick tidy-up, we set off.
Watching the screen, I suddenly noticed the ghost-shaped prop in the space behind us charge forward. If it weren’t for the rusty wire mesh blocking it, I’m sure the ghost would have rushed right at us.
My heart sank… I kept hoping that Haohao, who knew the truth, would tell me that nothing actually happened that night.
"Who are you calling a fly?" Mu Yuyan endured the sting in her nose, angrily climbed up from the floor, pointed at Qing Hong’s indifferent face, and loudly rebuked him. The malice in her eyes made it seem she wished to tear Qing Hong to pieces.
The others were already somewhat suspicious; now, hearing Na Tie speak, they realized there was indeed something wrong.
"Get out," Huo Lingfeng suddenly spun around. His usually gentle eyes now glinted with intense hostility, and a trace of murderous intent flashed as he looked at Huo Yuning.
"Our son said he became immortal ages ago; what’s so special about getting a peach of immortality? Son, could you get us something like a ginseng fruit?" Qiu Zhongshan asked with a laugh.
Seeing Qiu Ming’s attitude, the others dispersed, leaving Qiu Ming finally able to stroll around with his props undisturbed.
But what was going on with Li Jing? Li Jing had received my letter and should know his sons were taken by the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chan Sect to face calamity. He should resent Chan Sect, so why did he join Xiqi?
The old clothes were tossed into the water bucket as I took them off, but I hadn’t grabbed the ones I needed to change into. How was I supposed to get out?