53. Bandits: the Azure Ox Gang of Flying Cloud Town

"I am a VIP guest here." Lu Tingchen licked his dry lips, his nerves tightening slightly. They were refusing to let him leave—could it be that they had already discovered his true identity?

Meanwhile, Maktoum and the Arab Khan, after checking into their respective hotels, began exchanging intelligence within their family networks.

"I have refused to cooperate with them repeatedly." Chi Jian's voice was icy, sending a shiver down Mu Siyi's spine and causing her to take an involuntary step backward.

Seeing Sun Wukong pleading with him so sincerely, Meng Fei could not find a way to refuse. On the other hand, if these monkeys were left unmanaged and came to the school to cause trouble again, it would not only disrupt teaching but also risk kidnapping the children and triggering a major crisis that would be impossible to explain to the parents. It was better for him to take charge of them.

Since this wedding was personally organized by the Xue family, with the participation of Zhao Shengtai, the Fourth Master Zhao, quite a number of invited guests were in attendance.

Meng Fei sent a mischievous, grinning emoji: You must have done plenty of shady things, and she has you dead to rights.

"Ahem!" An untimely cough sounded behind Cangshu and Xu Banxia, who were still lost in each other's eyes. Turning around, they saw a tall man named Yue Lang looking at the affectionate pair with an indifferent expression. He then waved his hand, signaling them to follow him.

This was the wizarding village closest to Hogwarts. Not a single Muggle lived here, allowing wizards to let loose and enjoy themselves to the fullest.

Zhang Hao prepared to inspect the herbal medicine reserves. If all the ingredients were ready, he could begin the process of alchemy.

Meng Fei estimated that the Giant race arrived on Earth around the early Qin dynasty, during the reign of Emperor Qin Shi Huang, Ying Zheng.

Ding Yi lazily leaned back against the chair and pointed at his thigh... He actually expected her to sit on his lap. Was he out of his mind?

As the vehicle arrived at the gates of the villa, the person in the front passenger seat raised a VIP card identical to the one snatched from Xiao Le. The electronic-eyed automated iron gate slowly drifted open.

With his hands shoved deep into his pockets, Li Yaojie turned and walked directly toward home. Huang Yufen watched him take a few steps before hurrying along to catch up.

"What kind of answer is that?" Lang Xie said, a mix of amusement and exasperation. Did this lass intend to go scouting for a husband among the hardened criminals in China's Qin Cheng Prison or America's ADX Florence?

It seemed that the prices for these blind-bidding rough stones were truly outrageously high. Any piece showing even the slightest hint of green commanded a base price of twenty thousand.

"Why is Yan Xiang looking for you? Have you two been in continuous contact?" Ye Han skipped all pleasantries and cut straight to the point.

Regarding Ding Yi's unexplained act of locking the emergency room doors, one could not deny that while everyone grew even more frantic, they also harbored a sliver of wishful thinking—or perhaps a painful escapism. At least this way, they could delay facing that unacceptable outcome for just a little longer, couldn't they?

"Taibai, what are you doing? Are you saying we're being watched?" Second Feihuo's face darkened as she cast a vigilant gaze around their surroundings.

Leng Yue shot her a grateful look, then took her leave to return to the palace. This excursion had gone quite smoothly. Upon returning, Leng Yue summoned Ling Tian, Lin Wenlang, and Nian Jiuling, instructing each of them to carry the incriminating evidence and pay "night visits." Since Murong Feng stubbornly refused to leave, Leng Yue had no choice but to have Ling Tian assign him the post of an imperial guard so he could remain in the palace.

It was precisely noon when they returned to Yan Qingwu's courtyard. Lang Xie suggested they go to Tang Lang for lunch. Yan Qingwu, who initially just wanted to find some clean, casual local eatery, could not withstand Lang Xie's relentless pestering and finally allowed herself to be coaxed into that eye-catching sports car—though she wouldn't have been surprised even if Lang Xie had driven up in a Rolls-Royce Silver Ghost.

"It's delicious, but don't eat too much, otherwise you'll get indigestion," she said, setting down the mooncake in her hand.

Rong Tian gazed with infatuation at her sleeping face, feeling as though he could never grow tired of looking at her. Even if he were to watch her for a lifetime, he would feel it wasn't enough, and would want to gaze upon her for the next life, and the life after that.

Nalan Bing helped the old dowager down from the carriage, looking with a mixture of emotion at the officials and their family members arriving in a steady stream. At this time last year, she was still living in a military district retirement home, passing her days entirely on memories. In the blink of an eye, within a single year, her life had undergone a heaven-shaking transformation.

Could it be that Mommy knew something was going to happen to her, and that was why she arranged this division of property for her?

"I only take orders from the deacon. As for why he wants to kill people, I honestly have no idea."

"It's fine. You and Liu Qi help load them into the car first. It's too dangerous here, we need to leave immediately. Oh, right, make sure to apply that ointment that conceals ghostly aura on all of them." Now that my mental tension had eased, coupled with the fact that the ghostly aura stabilizing my fractured bones was constantly depleting, the pain surged back with intensifying fury, forcing me to sit down with a groan.

In the afternoon, the doorbell rang. She hurried out of the kitchen to open the door, and standing outside was indeed Fu Shenxing. The moment their eyes met, both froze in place. She stared blankly at the seven or eight large shopping bags he held, while he looked in utter bewilderment at the gleaming kitchen knife clutched in her hand.

The nine major sects of the Southern Domain kept to themselves on ordinary days, resulting in very little interaction among their disciples. Ying Chuan had never crossed paths with Mu Wuhai or Ruan Tianfu, so naturally he failed to recognize them.

After everyone else had cleared out, the old master made a polite gesture of invitation, and our group stepped leisurely into the house.

Zhao Shuhan and Su Sinyin could hardly wait to wash their hands before sitting down to dig in. It had been quite a while since they last tasted Chen Feng's cooking, and this entire table laden with supreme delicacies was simply too irresistible.