Chapter 34: Shen Yanzhi’s Intuition

Shen Yanzhi actually had no idea that Chen Jiazhi had been in the private room last time; it was only a few days ago, when Chi Yu reminded him, that he found out. Now, hearing Chen Jiazhi’s words and seeing her standing beside Su Muyang, he quickly deduced her identity.

Shen Yanzhi responded politely, “Ms. Chen.”

Chen Jiazhi’s expression stiffened. She was not fond of this form of address; she was now the young lady of the Su family, so what was the meaning of calling her Ms. Chen? However, upon second thought, Shen Yanzhi...

Having finished all this, Lin Wei seemed to sense something and looked up toward the interior of the manor.

Su Zhaoning had Dr. Liu come over to provide a diagnosis, then took Old Madam Wu’s hand from Matron Xu’s grasp and helped her sit down at the table. Aside from her past skills and daily rigorous training, Su Zhaoning possessed one thing that no one else had.

Locke immediately clutched his head and shook it. So this fool didn’t even know it was his own damn special formula that had attracted the bugs? It was a waste of the Hell Lords who had taken him in.

He really wanted to ask Zhao Tianming about the detailed process, and even more so, how he had acquired so many paintings and calligraphies. However, it was clearly not the right time.

Tang Yue had visited this three-story house with a courtyard many times before and was well-acquainted with the place, but apart from her, Chu Lianyi, Tang Lianzao, and Zhao Sandun were all visiting for the first time.

As for the final sentence, "To perpetuate the bond between uncle and nephew, and to bring prosperity to the region," Pei Xingjian did not know that the Crown Prince had secretly ordered it to be inscribed; otherwise, Dai Zhide’s face would not have been as dark as charcoal.

One had to realize that if Meng Huo’s uprising succeeded, he would become the master of this vast territory, and Chu He would become one of Meng Huo’s subjects. The consequences of offending Meng Qingtong would certainly be dire.

After donating one million, Zhao Wuliang still had over three hundred thousand left. Upon returning to his hometown, his wife finally gave birth to a son.

Standing over two meters tall, the creature was entirely purple, with a streak of red mane extending from the top of its head down its back. Its heaving, panting chest made it look no different from a normal bloodthirsty monster.

Upon hearing this, Bu Ru’s eyes lit up. In his view, vain reputation was unimportant, but if it could provide a layer of protection, that was quite good.

“Well, if you don’t want to spend your lives on the run, the only option is to marry a princess,” Tang Zheng said, patting his younger sister’s head.

Before he could finish his sentence, Xie Wan suddenly channeled her magic and vanished before the man, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

"It’s all my fault, all my fault. If it weren't for me, none of this would have happened, and Situ Chen wouldn't have been injured time and again." Pouting, I sank into self-reproach.

In truth, she preferred to believe that Chou Yi was Yan Kaikai; at the very least, that would prove one thing: Yan Kaikai was still alive.

Ever since his master brought him up the mountain at one or two years old, Zhantian had always remained within his dantian, never manifesting. It wasn't until Qin Ming had lost everything and was expelled from the sect that he realized a sword had been hidden inside his body all along.

Before long, everyone had arrived. Tang Zheng gave a brief explanation before leading the group toward the Xu Wu County government office.

At this moment, he opened his eyes, but what he saw was no longer an empty room or some monster.

“It’s Jin Yiyi, right?” Siska pressed the power button on the television, the quiet atmosphere shattered by the sound from the screen.

With a flick of his hand, the Xuanqing Array was set, and two ink dragons roared into existence, carrying supreme power.

As their companions fell to the ground one after another, the remaining disciples of the various races were struck with terror, scattering in all directions like stray dogs.

Watching Azhe, who was suddenly looking ferocious and strangling him, Daxiong was terrified. He grabbed Azhe’s arms, trying to break free, but he immediately felt a wave of dizziness in his mind and found he could not move, forced to let Azhe keep his grip on his neck.

A hundred meters away, he spat out the hot blood in his mouth with resentment, then turned his head to look at the monkey on the ground.