Chapter 56: Bitter Orange

He Wenzhou's father had originally been a factory manager, but their land was forcibly seized. After the demolition, he failed to receive the compensation and employee resettlement funds. Faced with such a massive sum of money, all the workers demanded it from him. He ran around tirelessly in all directions, only to be met with endless requests to keep waiting.

He sold everything in his house that could be converted into cash, but the effect was negligible and failed to resolve the workers' urgent predicament.

He tried numerous methods, but instead of solutions, he was met with brutal beatings and threats. And then...

"Second Sister..." Listening to Wuyan's words, Gu Wangwan felt another pang of heartache in her chest. As it turned out, she had known nothing all along.

"Who are you people, and what on earth do you want?" After the initial fear subsided, Lu Qiyan had already regained his composure.

Qian Yunxi also nodded, and leaving the realm hand in hand with Baili Xuanrui, they appeared in a deserted place at random. In truth, Baili Xuanrui had brought her here.

"What? He escaped?" Feng Yuntian seemed still unable to comprehend the meaning of that escape, while the emperor on the side grew so nervous that he sat bolt upright.

At that time, she was consumed by rage, and he had injured Will. It was all her fault; if she had not acted on impulse and struck Will, perhaps none of this would have happened. But now, everything was too late—Qiyan had been in a car accident.

Good, simply wonderful! Qiao Yunlu felt a surge of fury rise within her. "Qiao Yunxi, I want a fight to the death with you." She seemed remarkably easy to provoke.

Feng Minglan reached out and placed his hand on Agu's large head, gently patting it with an irregular rhythm.

After sending it, she heaved a sigh of relief, and even specifically took a photo of the recovery certificate issued by the doctor and sent it over.

She picked up the quilt from the ground and put it aside, then rubbed her sore eyes, preparing to embroider for a while longer.

"Keep moving forward!" Lin Xuan smiled with a hint of triumph, continuing to give soft instructions in her unchanging tone.

The commander of the Allied frontline issued the attack order, and the one hundred and twenty thousand troops deployed across the entire battlefield in three separate routes.

"The Spring Flower Poison is peerless in the world, and even divine-tier powerhouses cannot resist it. This young lord has done quite well to last until now. However, at this moment, this young lord has reached the point where he is consumed by lustful fire, and the only remedy is to 'do it,'" Spring Flower said.

Just as Yun Feiyang and the others managed to steady themselves, a giant, hundred-foot-tall beastly phantom suddenly appeared behind the three of them, slamming a palm down toward the carriage they were in.

After entering the bamboo forest, the two exchanged divine senses and separated, beginning to set up the Heavenly Capital Divine Cannons on the outer perimeter, clearly intending to catch turtles in a jar. However, the two failed to notice that even while they remained invisible, a pair of eyes was watching them the entire time.

Holy Snow Peak was a great distance away from the Phantom Forest; even for a powerhouse at the Great Universal King level running at full speed, it would take three days and three nights. Therefore, Young Master Mu and the others had made preparations for a long journey. After all, Blue Butterfly only possessed three hundred realms of strength.

After all, a powerhouse at the Great Witch level could not possibly lose their composure like that for no reason, so there was only one possibility: she had very likely truly touched the softest part of his heart.

This time, I acted with even greater abandon—her flowing hair, her shifting gaze, her smooth skin, and the way her fingers twitched. I longed to hold this body tightly, a body that would soon no longer belong to me.

Every single name listed on this Black List was a paragon of their era, a scion of a great clan, a core member of a major sect, a powerful dignitary of a region, or even a towering titan.

After she returned home to live, Xia Jinyuan went to see her. That evening, as she sat in the living room playing the piano, the expression on Xia Jinyuan's face the moment he saw her could not possibly be described merely as astonishment.

"Yet when I'm with you, I feel like the one who looks down on everyone else should be you." In front of him, she had lowered herself almost to the dust, leaving not a shred of pride to speak of.

If her past low profile stemmed from a fear of casually bringing out items and courting a fatal disaster, then the current Yun Xiang only dared to selectively expose one or two things.