Chapter 71: Doubting His Inclinations

Li Jiuwei nodded.

She and Feng Su drove to Begonia Garden, a high-end establishment that offered accommodations, dining, and entertainment all in one.

“Where is Shen Tang?”

Standing at the front desk, Li Jiuwei demanded in a stern voice.

“I’m… I’m sorry, guest information can’t be disclosed,” the receptionist stammered.

“Make it clear!” Feng Su stepped forward from behind. The receptionist, upon seeing him, trembled all over.

She must have recognized Feng Su’s identity.

“Eighth floor.”

Before her—

However, Man Shengsheng was already used to Xiaoju’s icy demeanor. Feeling somewhat guilty toward him, she obediently retreated from the room.

“In that case, allow me to take the liberty, your majesty. As for the arrangements of the troops, I’ll take full responsibility.” Although he knew very well that Xia Yuanxu would not seize power, since they were putting on a show, the performance had to be complete—the necessary procedures had to be observed, at least for the sake of those three exceptionally skilled imperial guards standing behind him.

Well then, this was essentially Liu Chao’s entire plan: to use his own good looks to seduce Xu Qing, making this girl—no, she was actually an older sister, wasn’t she?—fall for him. In this way, Liu Bo’s scheme would be completely ruined.

Perhaps it was because of her own frightening thoughts, but as soon as she spoke, Fang Lan startled herself with her hoarse and unpleasant voice. An inexplicable sense of foreboding gripped her as she desperately swallowed her saliva.

Though not a follower of the Daoist sects, having lived in Tang for over a decade, he was naturally well-versed in their ways.

“Don’t be disappointed if you weren’t chosen by the Beast King. After all, that’s odds of one in a billion. We can always try again next year,” Wen Lun said to Yunyang and Chu Yin.

Physician Xuan, who usually carried himself with an air of playful irreverence, was now sobbing like a child, repeating “I do” two hundred and fifty times in a row.

Gu Xi sat cross-legged in the meditation chamber, her consciousness fully immersed in the spiritual realm as her body subtly refined the electric particles within through the Dormant Dragon Breathing Technique.

Man Shengsheng blinked in astonishment, a sudden understanding dawning upon her. Could this rain… be connected to Xiaoju’s power of the Nine Senses?

At any rate, those at the Mars base now had most of their friends and family by their side. The devastated state of Earth before their departure left them with little attachment. In comparison, the environment on Proxima b was all the more enticing.

An Han said to the store manager, “Aunt Tong, if something like this happens again, just throw them out and handle it properly.” The phrase “handle it properly” carried a subtle chill that sent a shiver down one’s spine.

“Didn’t you want to see the school’s ranking board?” Feng Yan took Ji Meng’s hand, his voice gentle and warm.

“It’s hard to say…” Su Yan glanced at Cheng Bozhi—clearly leaving the thinking to him yet again.

After Yan Xiangnuan finished explaining, everyone present looked to Yan Zhefeng, waiting in confusion for his response.

Before she could reach the pillar, the villain appeared once more. Miao Ran looked at the person holding a gun to Charlie’s forehead and couldn’t help but want to slap her own. Why? Why do they always have to switch sides at the most critical moment? Couldn’t these villains wait until after they got what they wanted before blowing their cover?

Unintentionally ruining yet another good thing, Chang Li didn’t mind in the least. He picked a direction at random and soon found himself at the edge of a deep pool.

She hadn’t been back for a long time, but every month without fail, she sent letters home. She even made several warm undergarments for the old man, using the finest cotton she could buy, and sent them all together.

However, seeing the eagerness of those who seemed desperate to speed past Su Yan’s car, she judged that they were most likely the first kind of people.

Although I didn’t expect Zhou Yang to be more perceptive than I, remembering my previous mistakes, I asked again, just to be sure.

All in all, this meeting with the parents made Su Xin very happy. Getting along with Mu Chen’s parents was particularly comfortable and easy. Although Mu’s father was a man of few words, the look in his eyes toward Su Xin was one of approval.