Chapter 93: What Is It That You Truly Want?

“Shu Jinghan! You can suspect anyone, but you must never suspect your own brother. In this world, aside from your parents, no one loves you more than your brother does. You know very well whether these shoes belong to Fang Kun or not, so why deceive yourself here?” Ouyang Zhuo’s emotions were losing control, partly from witnessing Shu Jinghan’s unreasonable fury, and partly from seeing Shu Yiming’s aggrieved expression.

“Mm, Mommy will wait for her baby to grow up. Then Mommy can finally enjoy a good life.” A wave of warmth swept through Shu Ning’s heart.

In the hall, both Qu Xiaoxiao and Yan Dan noticed Qu Wayne and Shu Ning leaving and immediately hurried after them.

“Got it. Really, it’s always the same—every time you come back, you leave right away!” Gongsun Yunqi muttered a few words in feigned complaint, but his eyes clearly showed relief.

Not allowing her to resist, Shen Muqian’s hands reached for her trousers, lifting her by the hips. In an instant, he had dressed her. Yu Chuchu had no choice; at this moment, she was like fish on the chopping block, completely at his mercy.

“I’ve seen you shoot match after match without blushing, yet one run has your cheeks red. Truly peculiar,” Murong Xuan teased.

Amidst their astonishment, everyone couldn’t help but marvel inwardly—this handsome young man must be a noble of the royal family! It was said that the emperor had a brother who was given the title of Prince of Harmony. Could it be that this famed Prince of Harmony was standing before them now?

After Mu Liyan returned from the police station, it was nearly six in the evening. By then, Qu Wayne had already left; only Shu Ning, Shu Baobei, and Qu Xiaoxiao remained in the hospital room. Seeing Mu Liyan return, Qu Xiaoxiao left as well, taking Shu Baobei with her.

She and Murong Ming had quarreled endlessly, but she had never considered that something might truly befall him. Even if Murong Ming were gone, her brother could never return from the vast southern grasslands.

“Yes.” Upon hearing Lord Yanjie say she was in charge of this matter, Goddess Meixun felt as if her heart had been filled with honey.

At this moment, his most trusted aides were either gravely wounded, dead, or too fearful to act. Ji Wuzong suddenly realized he no longer had a single capable expert at his disposal.

So this was the true use of alloy firearms, Xiao Chen thought with secret delight. If this bullet were fired, the destructive power would be unimaginable; any sea tribe member below the seventh level would be instantly killed if struck.

He felt a touch at his waist and suddenly remembered the object tied there—the royal seal. After regaining consciousness, he’d checked it; it was still wrapped in Gu Xi’s T-shirt, tied in a knot only he used, proof that He Zhixu hadn’t even untied it to look.

I turned and rushed over. Just as I grabbed Li Yang’s hand, senior brother arrived as well, grabbing Li Yang’s hand to check on him.

How could this be? Wasn’t the memory of a previous life about to awaken? How could it suddenly be forgotten?

That shattered corpse lay on the ground, split in half, intestines and organs strewn everywhere. Even in death, the eyes were wide open, unwilling to close.

He could not reincarnate and could only search for another hapless soul to drown him in the water. Only then would he let go of his hatred and move on, while the one who drowned him would have to continue seeking another substitute.

But that wasn’t the main point. The key was—wasn’t the Stele of the Three Thousand Ways supposed to be formed only when all the steles of law were merged together?

The scenery at Lake Tai was enchanting, and it was just after the season for crabs. Many tourists enjoyed boating on the lake. The entire surface seemed to be filled with the scent of yellow wine, crab, and the delicate fragrance of cosmetics.

He was the last person who should be here. When I heard his voice outside the window, only one thought crossed my mind: so this is how it is.

Of course, that was only from others’ perspective. To Su Xiao, his ultimate move had clearly been thrown straight ahead, nowhere near hitting that EZ.