Chapter 112: Schemed Against by He Zheyu (Part 2)

Mo Qinghan slammed the car door shut to vent her frustration. She had wanted to ask how he knew about Shang Linjun and Yan Jinxi, but on second thought, she decided against it. If He Zheyu wanted to know something, how could he not find out? Yet, none of this included her!

The car crawled forward. Sensing the awkward silence between the two passengers who had remained silent for so long, Han Mo cleared his throat softly and asked, "How about we listen to some light music?"

Unhurriedly, but with a trace of emotion in her voice, Mo Qinghan said, "Mr. He, you looked at me in the restaurant just now as if I were a stranger. Why are you so eager to find me the moment I lay a hand on one of your family members? Are you afraid I might touch your beloved wife?"

"I'm sorry," the man's low voice murmured.

Although he had heard that the Expeditionary Army was formidable in battle, it was not enough to make him flee at the mere mention of their name.

Previously, although Dongfang Shuo had vaguely hinted that there were spies from the Grand Empress Dowager and Dou Ying around him, he had not spoken of it openly, let alone named them.

Shen Muwan gave a brief reply and followed. However, when it was her turn to be searched, the inspecting matron directly confiscated the silver needles and medicine bottles from her bosom.

"First, bind the two of them to the cart along with those three corpses, and parade them through the streets for half a day."

But Yun Xueyao had been set up by Ren Hong, losing her credentials for the interview, while the entertainment department was flooded daily with slander against her. Later, when Ren Hong bit back with false accusations, they merely remained silent, instead demanding to know if she had a solution of her own.

Even from a distance, Chu Changfeng could smell the festering stench of the old man's wounds. He knew the injuries were severe; if left untreated, not even the gods could save him.

It was a translucent porcelain vial containing a red liquid, inside of which was soaked a ghost-faced peach pit.

As expected of a mutated crab, the deliciousness of this river delicacy was incomparable to any flesh Chu Lin had consumed before.

Ningxiang was startled by Luzhu's words and quickly pulled at her. What was wrong with this girl today, interrupting at a time like this?

He knew that this Ming army was not going to be easy to deal with. He couldn't help but feel that his clansmen were being far too optimistic.

A slightly hurried voice interrupted the two seated at the head of the main hall, bringing their conversation to an abrupt halt. They had already sensed the disciple's approach, but it was only when he entered the hall that they turned their gaze upon him.

The powerful aristocratic families could no longer withstand the pressure. They had already compromised with Zhang Yu, expressing their willingness to support Governor Zhang's efforts to raise funds to relieve the Emperor's burdens. Seizing the opportunity, Zhang Yu proposed to purchase grain. The aristocrats agreed to sell it to him at market price, but only half of what each family had accumulated over the years.

Still, only the three great eccentric geniuses of the freshman and sophomore classes could grasp the meaning behind Sun Jing's words. Zhang Zhihao looked composed, Wang Ziyuan had a lollipop dangling from his mouth, and Wang Mingxing kept rubbing his bald head.

"I'll dribble!" He Jie shouted. Their teammate passed the ball to him, while Chu Lang rushed toward the frontcourt.

"Good!" Xu Gui laughed heartily. Since it aligned with the outcome they had previously discussed, there was no room for dispute.

Du Ziping threw a punch, enveloping the Seven-Star Python in a shroud of yellow haze. Then, opening his mouth, he spat out two sword glows—one red and one white—from his dantian. The two merged in mid-air, trembling slightly before transforming into dozens of sword lights. They formed two massive waves of red and white sword energy, over a hundred feet long, which surged overwhelmingly toward the Seven-Star Python.

"Haha! Dayou, do you think we are the most mysterious?" As if by telepathic connection, Yang Lianting suddenly called out to Pao Dayou.

"Just keep an eye on that!" With those words, the two who had just stepped through the door turned around and walked back out.

"As long as you let me go, I will give you the divine artifact right away," Cai said, his body trembling uncontrollably as he stared at the violently vibrating chainsaw inches from his face.

At this moment, Jiang Tao could not help but feel quite complacent, already beginning to calculate how to recruit Lin Yi into the school basketball team.

Xu Zhipeng held a cup of cold water and drank it in one gulp, his heart filled with sorrow. Not wanting to force anyone to do what they did not wish to do, he thanked the old monk, who was dressed in plain clothes. He did not dare to rest any longer, turning around to head down the mountain.