Chapter 92: How Absurd!

The dishes were soon all brought to the table.

Jiang Heng was driving, so Lu Qingfei did not order any alcohol.

She bit into the tender fish, looking across at Jiang Heng. Her gaze drifted slightly downward and came to rest about two centimeters below the right side of his Adam's apple.

Memories inevitably rose to the surface.

Once, Fu Liu had taken Lu Qingfei to a tavern with the single-minded intention of drinking until they dropped. The two of them had both ended up drunk.

Fu Liu had shouted that he was going to beat Zhong Qin to a pulp, then sent a voice message to Xie Yunji and Yan Guilai, telling them to bring Zhong Qin...

Then Long Yanran flew into a towering rage. Clutching the long whip in her hand, her eyes seemed ready to spit fire as she let out a roar and lashed the whip straight at Ye Guming.

That day, our stalwart "Iron-Blooded Warrior" Brother Wei suddenly came to Li Tianming, humbly seeking advice on management and operations.

She had not even finished changing her shoes when Zhang Fanruo had already opened the courtyard gate and run off. Aunt Li did not know whether to laugh or cry, and could only pick up her phone to call Qin Wantai.

Duan Yanqing was not troubled by questions of power or status, but he still could not live in peace with himself.

However, Meng Qingmo could not compress his spiritual power to that degree the way Qi Yu could, though it was still enough.

Guan Zhaojian wore a black overcoat. The mountain wind lifted the hem of his coat, and there was no ripple in his eyes—only a chilling murderous intent. He looked like a grim reaper in a cloak, terrifying to behold.

"The true chaos of this world is about to begin. This filthy, muddled heaven and earth has finally reached the time for a reshuffle." Gazing ahead, Ye Guming led the seven people beside him onward.

Qi Yu saw one black-clad figure after another streaking through the sky, continually casting spells. Civilians were bombed indiscriminately; house after house was struck and blown apart. Some who had never cultivated at all were reduced to ashes before they could even scream.

But on the other hand, he also knew that for Wang Gang and the others, at least, asking them to learn martial arts was, in truth, a little too much to ask.

For nearly the past decade, tormented by the thing inside his body, Su Jingyu had slept very lightly. With the slightest disturbance, he would wake at once.

The two puppet soldiers did not know that Wang Si would strike from the side. Before they even understood what had happened, the axe had already severed their necks, and they fell to the ground in a bloody, shocking scene.

"Captain, Doctor Shen is here. Aren't you going to see her?" Seeing Battalion Commander Fan go off to arrange treatment for the wounded, Company Commander Yang immediately walked up to Wang Si and said to him.

"Bring me this one to have a look!" Xu Chen had taken a liking to a bracelet and wanted someone to bring it over for him, when he heard a familiar voice pointing to the very same bracelet.

Jiang Jueli struggled up from the ground, let out two cold laughs, and turned away from the field. His goal had already been achieved, so there was no need to stay there any longer.

Lin Zezhi knew that Wan Xi had a kind heart. Seeing that scene, she surely would not be able to bear it, so he nodded and had people bring over everyone from the Li family.

The masked man stretched out his left hand, tore a strip of cloth from his own clothing, and tightly bound the wound on his neck with it.

The man was instantly shocked and furious. He clenched both fists tightly, but thinking of the fact that the other side had been sent by the young master, how could he dare strike back? He could only stand there, his face turning red with suppressed anger.

Seeing that Shen Shi had left, Jiang Jueli finally felt at ease. No matter what happened afterward, he would no longer be restrained. After all, Shen Shi was no longer by his side, and he no longer needed to care so much.

Qin Muchen let her cling to him, yet he did not stop what he was doing. She lay there quietly, without a word. Time seemed to stand still. Warm sunlight poured in, and in her comfortable drowsiness, she closed her eyes again.

Banquets were always so dull. For the rest of the time, Yin Biwei had completely forgotten that the purpose of this outing was to help Su Nian'an look for a next husband; the woman was entirely busy finding her own next target. Even while speaking to Su Nian'an and making introductions, she did not forget to assess the man's build and his prospects in the bedroom.