Volume 1, Chapter 66: She Intended to Deceive Him for a Lifetime Too

"Oh?" Ye Qiaoqiao turned to look at Fu Juechuan beside her and said, "Shall we go take a look?"

True to his usual temperament, Fu Juechuan would simply keep his distance from anyone he disliked, avoiding them for a lifetime if possible. Clearly, he did not understand whether Ye Qiaoqiao wanted to see Zhou Cong, or rather witness Zhou Cong's wretched state.

"To see how miserable the Zhou family's life has become." Ye Qiaoqiao narrowed her eyes. This was an opportunity she had yearned for in her past life but could never attain.

How proud and confident she had been in her past life, only to be trampled into the mud and deceived for a lifetime.

So then.

How could she possibly let Zhou Cong off so easily, and still manage to act normally...

"Alright, let's take a break and tend to everyone's injuries." Xiao Feng sighed and spoke up, prompting people to step forward and treat the wounds.

Upon hearing this, the child's grandfather was dumbfounded. He said that this old woman looked exactly like the one his deceased wife and he had seen and spoken of all those years ago. As for Lanxiang's mother-in-law, she had already passed away before Lanxiang married into the family. All those fragmentary bits of information had only been passed down through the mouths of his husband and father-in-law, alongside the rumors circulating in the village.

As these fragmented images flashed by frame by frame, a sudden fear welled up inside me, and I wished the story would go no further.

Corpse-people were already difficult to deal with, and now they had begun acting according to a plan, learning to organize personnel and expand their forces. If left unchecked to develop as they pleased, once their numbers and strength accumulated to a certain degree, eliminating them would become as difficult as ascending to the heavens.

Last season, Arsenal's German playmaker Mesut Özil nearly broke the assist record set by his predecessor Thierry Henry. Unfortunately, he fell short at the final hurdle, yet Özil still secured the Premier League playmaker award for that season with 19 assists.

After enduring a few meals of that fare, people could no longer stomach it, realizing that cooking oil and salt were far more important than the food itself. Going without oil and salt for a few days left one feeling utterly miserable throughout the body; the food was already hard to swallow, and lacking any flavor made it all the more agonizing.

Yan Le had originally intended to call Liu Xingcheng first, but then thought better of it: he could not rely on the Zhang and Liu families for everything. If he could handle it himself, that would be the best outcome.

Meanwhile, Toneri, having lost the Tenseigan, was unable to see anything happening on Earth. His silver-wheel Reincarnation Eye did not possess such a capability.

With that, the red parrot departed Dadi Village. Not long after leaving the village, the sky darkened and a violent gale began to howl.

Controlled by the white shark's brainwaves, the mecha accelerated the flow of the energy contained within it. Five distinct rays of light materialized before the white shark, each corresponding to a different color, representing the elemental powers of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth, respectively.

"This child was born with a bitter fate; unloved by her father and with a useless mother, she is destined for a frail life." Hua Shu's face was completely devoid of color, as though she had grown utterly hopeless about life.

She had already changed a lot. If she were to cry again now, she would truly be failing Lin Tianyao's month of guidance!

With the two of them standing side by side, even a three-year-old child could tell who would win and who would lose just by looking at the contrast. What chance of winning did she have? This path of pursuing someone truly was fraught with danger and obstacles.

Lin Xiao mumbled as he ate, expressing strong, muffled protests upon hearing such a practical yet immensely disdainful remark regarding human rights.

However, this time, official Guan finally returned to normal without relying on external cheats, engaging in a contest of true strength with the other teams. Linglong had a lingering illusion that he had seemed deliberately targeted at Liao Yuyang just moments before.

"Understood." The maidservants curtsied and filed out one by one. The old man remained behind, bowing his head and standing quietly to the side in respectful silence.

As for this last one, Huimin preferred that he didn't speak at all; that way, she could pretend he hadn't come to participate.

Perhaps stimulated by Linglong's words, the young man hesitated no longer, lowering his gaze and leaning down to press his lips directly against hers.

When Lin Han emerged, he saw a deeply imposing man seated there, clad in a black windbreaker, radiating natural authority with brows carved like blades.

He could not hear the countless roars of anger, but this single, soft whisper pulled his reason back.

"I..." Ye Wanwan said, wearing an expression on the verge of tears as her eye rims abruptly turned crimson. That tearful, heart-rending look naturally made people feel immense pity for her.

Palace Mistress Mo listened and felt that Empress Tongying's words made perfect sense. Besides, if she were to offend Empress Tongying and the latter deliberately made things difficult for her later on, wouldn't the Palace Affairs Bureau be asking for trouble?

Mu Yutao and the others turned to look at Chu Mu. The backs of their T-shirts were at least soaked through with sweat, whereas Chu Mu hardly seemed to have broken a sweat at all, his long hair fluttering in the wind like an ethereal immortal.

"He Jianguot! Are you out of your mind this early in the morning?" Shifting from a light kick to a fierce shove, Miao Ran angrily struggled. Was this man crazy? What had she even said?

"Yet this subordinate heard some sort of noise coming from the Wan-yi's room." The lead guard said, his body already itching to move as his footsteps instinctively carried him toward the door.

At these words, Jiang Xixi and Yan Niang exchanged glances and hurried up the stairs together. Reaching the side of a room with an open door, they slowed their pace and stepped across the threshold one after another.

"So beautiful..." A makeup artist could not help but murmur, her eyes glittering with awe and dazzling brilliance.

Ahead were scenes of batting eyelashes and obediently stripping off clothes, followed later by footage recorded during times of abuse—evidently filmed of their own accord, simply too appalling to behold! These photographs were reportedly scattered everywhere at some point, seen by people in the residential compound and several nearby military camps.

Unlike the excited cheers of the others, Miao Ran frowned deeply, turning to look at He Jianguot, and then back at the gelatinous, slippery, and soft crystalline substance. After much hesitation, she finally made a decision.

"Are you really alright?" The embers in the depths of her eyes were still flickering, imparting a touch of liveliness to an already handsome face.

What Jia'er failed to notice was that when the destruction of Shizuyuka's visage was mentioned, A-zhi's face faintly revealed a look of incomparable sorrow. It was merely concealed so well that Jia'er, busy speaking, failed to detect it.

Lowering his gaze, Wang Xuan instantly released his grip, realizing that in the heat of conversation he had unconsciously clenched his fists so tightly he had almost crushed the Xuanwu into fragments.

Compared to Mr. Bourdieu, who had spent ages failing to fathom Gauden's strength and merely flaunted his status as a Tier 3 mage, the difference was truly as vast as heaven and earth.

Consequently, Comrade Liu merely cast a casual glance before continuing to eat, drink, and chat with Guo Yuan and Xu Lei.

Xie Lei having Qi Guorong pour capital into the venture was actually a form of long-term investment. Once the Soviet Union completely dissolved, the depreciation of the ruble could truly be described as plummeting off a cliff, leaving the decades of painstaking effort of the Soviet people handed over for free to countries pegged to the US dollar.