103. Cleansing the Household

As for why the scavengers around Nine-Mountain Ridge were each so ragged, dirty and forlorn, like refugees who had fled famine, it was because ordinary people who had endured hardship understood better than most that discretion and restraint were the only sure ways to stay alive.
Liu Yisu was always fond of idling, yet after twelve hours of work she had only cut the number of scavengers in half.
Liang Zuan, seeing the young girl’s fatigue, reached out his large hand with prominent knuckles so she could absorb his energy.
You could see that even the abdomen of this fire beetle was wrapped in thick shellwork; its whole body seemed hidden within armor, leaving almost no blind spot.
Li Hongbo opened Wind and Cloud Music, entered the registration code he had somehow managed to buy, and after successfully signing up he took the nickname “Robon.”
“Everything is fine with Elder Sister. It’s just that business over there is slow now and the officials are cracking down hard. I even got a batch prepared for Sheng Wei, but this Brother Nan seems to have no intention of cooperating.”
“Besides, we’re going back to the capital this time with a life-saving charm,” Zhuansun Ji said, putting down his hands that had been clapping. He sat in a chair, lifted his teacup, sipped fragrant tea, and gave an unruffled look.
Afterward she rinsed her face with cold water. She had no idea what had gotten into her lately—why this inexplicable urge to vomit had returned again and again.
Then she spread open the paper in her hand. It recorded the preparation of Heartless Powder and the materials required, and Luo Qianer had even drawn the plum-blossom-necked vial meant to hold it.
“That’s nonsense,” Xia Yan said in annoyance. “In a place like this, who would you meet? This is no security firm.” She stood up, fetched two large bags from the back seat, and tossed them onto Flying Tiger.
“The Summer Palace—this is a love story, and it tells…” As soon as Lou Ye mentioned the film, he seemed to relax.
Ye Yaotiao nodded. The butler turned and walked toward the kitchen. Ye Yaotiao looked around the room; with the servants absent, the house felt oddly silent, even lonelier than usual, with no festive New Year air at all.
No matter when it comes, one must know eventually. Now she already knows—wouldn’t that be better, sparing her from having to explain?
Three months ago, after Lord Gu Lian Immortal had successfully completed a body transference, he began preparing to forge the Nine-Turn Soul-Forging Pill.
Besides, as a disciple of the Asura Sword Immortal, Ye Jin did not need to practice anyone else’s sword path. What he needed was to carve his own way and claim his own way of the blade.
He weighed gain and loss. The bad news was that an abnormality had occurred in the simulation. The good news was that the anomaly had been triggered by himself.
Yet with the sudden rebellion of the Yehè faction, he felt there were few people he could truly trust or use. If he were to lose Duo, this support, at such a moment, the situation would become even more dangerous.
These were much simpler and not very difficult; the real test was the way one handled emergencies as they came.
It was only when Xu Yang strode right up to him that the stout boss seemed to wake from a dream, drawing his neck in, ready to flee.
“Coming to my room in the middle of the night instead of sleeping—if not to assassinate me, what else could it be?” Nanyushi held her sister’s fist and playfully poked her.
In the first year or two of their relationship, Chaowu Meiyue had performed with earnestness, her emotions full and her expressions captivating. Once Nan Yuxi saw through her disguise, her performances became fewer; she simply stopped acting on her own initiative.
Simon had been shadowing Jennifer this whole time mainly to ensure her safety. If anything happened to Simon, how could he go back and report it to the King of the Elemental Masters?
A beautiful pose is not always a comfortable one; there was not even room to lick a single hair. Axi glanced at it and decided she disliked that position, so she still curled into a little bundle and hid beneath her brother’s belly.
In the Fragrant Garden of the Second Gate, Aunt Zhao was restless, nervous, pacing the room over and over. She kept worrying whether her Yango had any destined bond with the two sons of the Qi household, and whether he could get along with them.