Chapter 115: Then let us just let things take their course, shall we?

Song Mi quickly said to Qiao Weiwei, "I have another call coming in, let me hang up first."

She then picked up her other phone, adjusted the angle, and answered the man's video call. "Brother, is there something you need?"

The man frowned visibly. "Do I need a reason to call you?"

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Ye Feng did not follow the yellow-haired man's suggestion to close the door; instead, he left it wide open, maintaining the appearance of someone open for business.

However, Li Changsheng acted as if he had noticed nothing at all, continuing his leisurely flight across the surface of the lake.

The doorbell kept ringing, like a silent form of urging, and her QQ message notification began to chime repeatedly.

"Don't speak out of turn once we're inside. My master has a rather eccentric temperament and is often unpredictable," Chu Qiuxue warned Li Junye earnestly, before taking an old-fashioned phone from her pocket and dialing a string of numbers.

Ma Lu picked up his phone, intending to call Yan Wu to ask about the prices of the remaining materials, but to his surprise, the hardware store owner had already contacted him first.

If this flying carriage Wang Zheng spoke of was real, it could solve many problems. For instance, returning along the same path would solve the issue of turning, and the pedals must surely use a gear-driven mechanism to power the propellers—all of which could be applied to a steam engine.

After using [Random Enhancement] last time, the [Crimson Flame] had been upgraded to gold quality, and the power it unleashed was truly overwhelming.

At the center of the sprawling tent encampment of the Tumed at the break of dawn, many tents reflected the flickering firelight, and the sounds of occasional arguments drifted out, revealing their inner anxiety and unease.

To put it politely, it was submission; in reality, it was exploitation. Though they paid us annual tribute, we also bestowed gifts upon them in return.

Jiang Ning opened her eyes to the sound of a rooster crowing, yawned, and gave a long, deep stretch, feeling her entire body loosen up.

However, the Ninth Prince did not overthink it; he noticed that everyone either gave a disdainful glance at the arrival of the Su woman and Hua Haoyue or simply acted as if they were not there at all.

Rong Keke had schemed to send her to 808, but there were no traces of Rong Keke having ever lived there. She had originally assumed Rong Keke's assistant had cleaned it up, but now she realized that she likely never lived there at all.

"You mean to say you discovered the two of them, they did not discover you, and then you threatened them into entering your dwelling?" An Yi was no ordinary person; he immediately spotted the biggest loophole.

Zhang Huangyan stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Your Highness, please focus on recuperating after you arrive in Guangdong. I will visit you when I have the chance!" Zhang Huangyan’s implication was that since he would be living under someone else's roof in Guangdong, he should not entertain other thoughts and should just live a comfortable, idle life.

Sensing Consort Wang's stern gaze, Shen Qin lowered her head and dug her nails into her palms, not daring to make a sound. Her eyes, however, were sparkling; she wondered which kind soul had helped her, but she knew a good show was about to begin.

Zhu Hongsan watched as the scholars around him nodded in agreement, one by one savoring Su Dongpo's poetry. A thought stirred in his heart—he felt it was time to take these arrogant intellectuals down a peg.

Sensing Danzo's chakra at close range, Zheng Yan breathed a sigh of relief. There were no abnormal fluctuations, which at least proved he hadn't modified his own body.

Following the flow of the crowd to the entrance of the Piaoxian Pavilion, one was greeted by two massive steel puppets covered in spirit talismans, with two cultivators in Taoist robes sitting atop them, their eyes half-closed and expressions cold.

The armed helicopter hovering in the sky spat out tongues of flame from its protruding guns, spraying bullets like dense raindrops toward Liu Shengyu and Shui Wuhen.

Ruikang pinched the corner of his eye and took a painful breath. His head was starting to ache again. He waved his hand at her, picked up his water glass, and stumbled into the room, where he took a painkiller from his suitcase and swallowed it.