35 "A Losing Proposition"

"I want to help Mother with her chores," the eldest son said.

"Cold noodles are very simple to make; you don't need to help. Go and play," Lin Zhao said with a smile in her eyes.

The eldest son shook his head and insisted, "I'm not going. I like working with Mother."

"...Alright then," Lin Zhao ruffled his hair. "Are you thirsty? Do you want some milk powder? I can make some for you."

Milk powder was usually reserved for the twins, and the eldest son had never tasted it before. He was immediately caught in a tangle of hesitation, conflict, and anticipation.

Even if he succeeded, how would he face the wrath of the two major organizations in the future? Could the Blood Killing Pavilion withstand a joint attack from the Heaven-Covering Sect and the Demon Sect? At this moment, Xue Wuchen began to feel lost.

Yin Yi held an exquisite and elegant cane in his hand. With his other hand free, he snapped his fingers, and music immediately began to play.

Except for Wang Kai, Paigu, and Xiao Ning, it seemed that no one else understood the meaning of "besieging Wei to rescue Zhao."

"Elder, as long as you let me go, I will definitely tell you," Long Yufan said with a smile.

Although it was a pity that he failed to kill Long Yi due to the appearance of the police, his primary goal had been to eliminate Wang Zheng, who possessed the Beast King tracking skill. Since he was dead, the mission was accomplished.

Just as Wang Kai and Qingqing were joking around and enjoying the warm atmosphere, an incoming voice call rang out at an inopportune moment.

A man of short stature, slightly corpulent, with a sinister glint in his eyes, opened his mouth and laughed deviously at the person beside him.

He sent all 14 pieces of bronze equipment from his inventory to Junlin Tianxia, waiting at the post station for him to send the money so he could rent a mount. He had just exchanged all his gold coins for RMB, and with less than 10 gold coins left, he couldn't do anything.

Yin Zhongxin was overjoyed. He had only suggested this as a test, never expecting it to be agreed upon so easily. He immediately high-fived Yoo Jae-suk in celebration.

Lan Xi was also troubled. Although Shaoqing said he loved her and wanted to marry her, he had been dragging his feet on the proposal, let alone the wedding.

Song Jing followed his gaze, the corners of her lips curving into an arc, her eyes brimming with a crystalline smile.

But as soon as she left, a familiar figure appeared in the peach grove—it was Mo Youxun, who had been following behind Ye Qingcheng.

Although she had fallen behind and strayed from the path many times along the way, no matter what suffering she endured, she eventually gritted her teeth and never once mentioned the intention to quit.

Meanwhile, Yuan Shuo was simply drifting in the upper atmosphere above Africa. The base now looked no larger than a fingernail in his eyes; the higher he went, the lower the temperature dropped.

Immediately, Bai Yi stood up and bowed deeply to the Sacred Heart Celestial Emperor. Such great kindness was something he could never repay.

Zhang Dongyue was no pushover either; he clamped his hands tightly onto Tian Yong's arms. The two fell into a stalemate, and passersby who caught a glimpse of the fight hurried away, wanting no part in it.

"Don't you dare!" A-Jiu nearly fell out of his wheelchair. "You should pick a different role to play." Could he even keep his appetite if he had to sell himself to bury his father every single day?

Tang Xihan's features and demeanor were carved from the same mold as the Emperor's, yet the Emperor detested this son, even exiling him to the most volatile county in the north—Yanmen County.

The group looked at each other, shocked. They were clearly escorting the Madam, so how could she have been swapped midway? Furthermore, why had the pursuers disappeared?

"You've been bewitched by him. Calm down and think about the gap between you two. You are simply not a match," Che Ziyu said while leading his sister out of the guest room. He wondered what his father was thinking, actually arranging for Orlando to stay in the room next to his sister's.

A mental image of Abu flashed through her short-circuited brain. She looked back in terror, and the moment she was pushed out, the rear of the car slammed heavily into the railing they had been hiding behind.

Sun Qionghua had been scolded by the elders more than once over this matter, but because Song Fengwan was staying with Fu Chen, she didn't dare to approach her. Today’s occasion, however, was quite suitable.