Chapter 45: The Lin Family, The Vicious Old Hag

“Pretty sister, that’s Uncle Shouye’s house,” the little girl said, pointing not far away.

“Thank you, Chun Ni,” Meng Yun said, taking out two pieces of candy.

“Grandpa said we can’t accept things from others,” Chun Ni refused, holding her hands behind her back.

“I’m not a stranger. Didn’t you just call me pretty sister?” Meng Yun pressed the candies into Chun Ni’s hands.

The little girl took the candy and smiled, “Thank you, pretty sister!” before running off.

Jin Shan looked on.

“I know what you’re talking about. I’ll try to persuade the crown prince,” Bolei said. It wasn’t easy for him; he had to appease both those above and below.

This was a special custom in the post-apocalyptic era, unique because it was only extended to leaders, specifically Su Shixing.

Those who excelled in one field generally remained amateurs in others.

The two combatants in the arena were sworn enemies. Xiahou Dun was eager to face the renowned and mighty General Ma Chao of Liangzhou and the Qiang tribes, but Ma Chao refused to engage, instead battling the noble-born Xu Chu for three hundred rounds.

“Elder, once we advance, all our previous preparations will be severely compromised,” this was what Miller feared and hesitated over. Whether moving forward to distance themselves from the Hotan family’s fleet or launching an attack on it, both would disrupt their earlier plans.

“Enough. Your driving skills are worse than a girl’s. Go back and memorize more license plates, then practice properly,” Su Shi patted Wang Yu’s shoulder.

However, compared to months ago, Sun Qubing now had a sharper aura, like a blade sheathed but ready to strike. One of his eyes was hollow, as if the eyeball had been gouged out, his expression vacant, resembling a living corpse.

Changsheng was about to cover Xuanxin’s eyes, soothing her gently not to be afraid, when Xuanxin surprisingly crawled over Red Qi’s body, quickly pulled out a pair of silk gloves, put them on, and carefully examined the man whose eyes were wide open, black blood spurting forth.

After a long silence, Yin Yue finally noticed the man’s face bore several grotesque and terrifying scars. If not for the faint candlelight on a nearby stone table, it would have been impossible to see clearly.

“Well, someone just invited me to a movie. I don’t have time, so I’ll go first,” Zhu Xi said, leaving before Meng Tao could respond.

Yes, to the players, he believed they should no longer enjoy the privileges of the past. He needed to keep his distance and maintain his authority. Apologizing was out of the question; besides, he never thought he was wrong.

After Arthas led his army away, Richard emerged from the place where Kel’Thuzad had died. Richard had watched the entire scene. Meanwhile, Arthas and his men kept their eyes on Kel’Thuzad, unaware of Richard lurking in the shadows.

Indeed, only by witnessing something firsthand could one be truly convinced. Hearing this, Yuyan smiled happily.

Meanwhile, Lin the carpenter brought out chairs, tables, and similar items. Since it was his first time, many things were not perfect, but this familiarity almost tempted him to start carving elaborate designs.

For some reason, Zhang Liang was a henpecked husband. Despite being a duke, he was still under his wife’s control. No matter who she was, he could never win an argument with Jing Niang.

“Is there nothing special about it?” Yuyan examined it carefully but couldn’t make sense of it.

Morek clicked his tongue in disbelief. He had no idea Hugo was so wealthy, nor did he know that his grandfather had once given Hugo a lump sum of five million pounds for gambling.

Under the gaze of countless onlookers, Qiu Mu took the envelope from Gao Zhenjun and opened it in public.

The question remained: what did the mastermind behind all this manipulation want to achieve, and what did he hope to gain?