Chapter 106: Itching

"You're asking about Yuyu?" Since Lu Ming already knew she was Lian Meng, Lian Youyou simply no longer bothered to address them as uncle and aunt, refusing to let them take advantage of her. "She's rather silly, very adorable. Always trailing behind Lu Zhijun, so innocent."

Hearing Lian Youyou describe her this way, Lu Ming felt a deeper pang of guilt.

If one day she discovers that the person who harmed her back then was not only Qu Wuyan, but also her best friend, how would she feel?

Lian Youyou asked curiously, "Why are you suddenly asking about this?"

"I wanted to ask before, but at that time I hadn't told you I knew about your true identity, so I never brought it up," Lu Ming lowered his eyes, gazing at Lian Youyou. "I, I..."

At the same time, they were being observed by Jiang Lin, Qi Feng, Xing'er, Cheng'er, Gua'er, and several other stewards of the manor.

Hu Tu was interrogating a new guest in his room. Early in the morning, Wang Mingchun was also questioning someone in the courtyard—not just anyone, but Wang Pinyan, about the drinking spree with a group of young gentlemen the night before.

The sweetness that had just connected them was quickly replaced by seriousness. He lazily leaned back, playing with a grape in his hand, his face somewhat indifferent.

When you have a fever, you must cool down. Yet he had been burning for several days already; would cold water really help?

Zhao Hao opened a bottle of beer and poured it into three cups. The barbecue stall owner pointed at the two empty cups and glanced at Huang Ke and Liu Tianqi.

The captain, who was walking last, immediately raised his hands and dropped to his knees with a thud, shouting loudly, "Don't shoot, I surrender." He spoke in Mandarin—it wasn't very fluent, but everyone understood him.

Rumor had it that the Buddha Shakyamuni was the ruler of the Western Buddhist realm, governing the entire Buddhist world. Everyone has two sides, let alone a being as powerful as the Buddha. Shakyamuni's dark side was called Mara, who always sought rebellion, aiming to break free from Shakyamuni's control, destroy the Buddhist realm, and stand alone.

After returning to the old Fu family residence, he had a brief conversation with Master Fu, then went upstairs and back to his room.

"Brother Chen, do water monsters really exist?" Wang Qiu suddenly asked. It wasn't about the wager; she was genuinely curious about the truth.

Currently, chaos reigned, each party pursuing their own goals. Sun Xu was shocked as more killers appeared. Wei Bin stood before Sun Xu, but Sun Xu didn’t recognize him, for at night Wei Bin and his men wore nightclothes and masked their faces, so he initially mistook them for enemies.

"Crying, crying, what good does it do? How did I teach you in the past? Why can’t you pull yourself together at critical moments?" Mother Duan was exasperated.

Zhou Moli hurried to Wu Yusheng's office, knocked twice, received no response, and pushed the door open. She found Wu Yusheng lying on the sofa and called him several times with no reaction.

Adventurers wandering nearby returned to camp, surprised and excited, joining the discussion about the green-haired monster.

"When people grow old, they must accept it. Tend to flowers, care for the grass, turn a blind eye to troubles, and let peace carry you through life. Isn’t that so?" The corner of Gu Fengxun’s eye swept over, his smile seductive and sinister.

This was the atmosphere born of Gu'e's sword intent. His sword intent was not as fierce as Li Taibai's, but carried a chill that seeped to the bone.

Qin Tian would not wander blindly, and it was probably not yet time to leave the hospital. His mission was not fully completed; he had to return inside.

Huang Dewang felt his scalp tingle under that gaze, as if being stalked by some monstrous beast or vengeful ghost. His mind blanked, and he forgot entirely that Gu Fengxun was not his emperor and had no right to command him. Instinctively, he stepped forward and, with a swift motion, delivered two slaps to Prince Jin.

But unexpectedly, not only did he fail to achieve his goal, he ended up worse off than before.

Qin Tian was speechless after reading it. The midnight Route 14 bus, after the plot was perfected, had a horror rating of just one and a half stars?

Yet Xiao Luo was no ordinary cultivator, but one who possessed immense spiritual sense and had studied the art of spells alongside Qi Daoteng.