Chapter 18: The Temperature Soars Madly

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After all, Chai An'an was not truly a cat, and felt a bit guilty for having scratched someone's face so badly.

Take drinking, for example. Fang Mu could hold his liquor, and given that Japanese sake is never strong, he and Uncle Qiusheng quickly reached a tacit understanding on this.

Turning the spring mechanism of the sleeve dagger, Yan Qing, as expected, found an archaic "Qi" character hidden in an unobtrusive corner of the spring.

"Silly Yuanluan, Yingge means the medicine is even more bitter than coptis!" Feng Fenghua looked at Yuanluan helplessly.

When Song Ji entered the room, he bowed and saluted the red-haired man with utmost respect, a trace of awe still lingering on his face.

"Master, everything around has been cleared away. If you have no further instructions, my brother and I will take our leave now," said the man standing nearer to the red-robed figure, cupping his fist in salute. He suddenly felt he couldn’t bear to stay another second, perhaps fearing that if the red robe grew displeased, he and his brother might end up sharing the same fate as that unfortunate soul.

Watching Chai An'an leave the office, Hao Lin's eyes flared with anger for a moment, but the fire was soon swallowed by the bottomless abyss within him.

Perhaps others could no longer recall how Xing first became acquainted with Haruhara and Tomoya, but there was no doubt: Xing was their only friend.

Ling Yan dismounted and sent Zhu Si to fetch the food and gather the refugees. He himself led his horse, looking around vigilantly.

"Let’s hurry up, An'an," urged Lu Lu, prodding Chai An'an along; it had been several days since they’d last washed away the sweat clinging to their bodies.

Huang Zijin entrusted all the gold, silver, and jewels to someone to deliver to Huang Jinshang, saying they were gifts for his godfather. Huang Jinshang was so delighted he could hardly close his mouth, thinking, what a considerate godson!

"Now you’ve seen my whole life, haven't you? I killed the father who refused to protect me. But my mother—no, she doesn’t deserve that title—she left with my brother. I don’t have much time left, so I want revenge," Luo Yu said, pointing to the side.

With trembling hands, Ling Yu slowly opened the envelope. The letter read: Brother Ling, I’m leaving. Don’t look for me. Please forget me. The days I spent with you were the happiest of my life. I wish you happiness forever! Alan.

In her mind, as long as she could persuade them to intervene, Liu Hongchang would never be able to do business again.

She straightened the corners of her clothes, wrinkled from play, cleared her throat, and put on a gentle smile. With her exceptional professional skills, Lin Yuna was the perfect assistant to Chen Zhe and Chen Yuqi this time.

She couldn’t help but reflect: the evil aura Old Biden had given her turned out to be so powerful. Fine, she wouldn’t kill him for now—better to trick him into giving up more of that aura; who knows, she might become the fifth progenitor.

For example, when it came to selling videotapes, hiring people himself versus letting 20th Century Fox handle it—that was a difference of two worlds.

Looking at the table, Liu Jiaxing saw a bowl of braised pork, a bowl of soy eggs, a fish, and a bowl of stir-fried embroidered noodles—four dishes in all.

As the Prefect of the county, Jiang Shao was the highest-ranking official present and could joke freely. As for the local officials and gentry, many from prominent families, it was best to avoid the sensitive topic of "oppressive rule is fiercer than a tiger."

On one hand, people’s initial excitement had faded and demand had waned; on the other, he needed to produce more sunglasses to sell.

Shangguan Gouyue was still in a daze, not yet able to say a word, when Wan Ningzhu suddenly let go of his hand and pushed him off the stone bridge.