Chapter 97: Injured

The actor playing the kidnapper hurriedly removed the hood from Lian Youyou’s head and asked with concern, “Miss Youyou, were you alright when we dragged you backwards just now? Did we pull too hard?”
“No, no, you all did wonderfully!” Lian Youyou endured the pain with a smile, raising her thumb to everyone in approval.
She could no longer distinguish whether the pain was in her chest, her back, or elsewhere.
She didn’t want these innocent actors playing the kidnappers to feel guilty over her injury.
Getting hurt while filming was inevitable; why burden others with guilt?
“Youyou, were you really okay just now?” Xiang Gaoxian came over to ask, “I saw the rope tighten around you, and then…”
Only when his disciple was reminded did he suddenly realize that the sect leader had changed yesterday; he had forgotten and hurriedly knelt to admit his mistake.
I don’t like what you’re saying. If I were foolish, would I be able to come and go freely in the enemy’s jungle? The enemy’s jungle is like my own home—whenever I want to go, I go. Where am I foolish?
“Gu Min, you’re calculating indeed. If I hadn’t used my spiritual sense, I wouldn’t have discovered your tricks,” Lin Qing said calmly, clearing away the strange scent from his hand.
“So you started hiding medicine from that moment. What was your purpose?” He Si Bai’s voice was soft, quietly laying out his doubts, but his gaze was sharp as a blade, piercing straight to the other’s heart.
Wang Forty-Six ate steamed buns in big bites, looking at the freshly written contract. He felt much more at ease now. Coming so early today—partly because he was too excited to sleep last night, but also because he feared someone else might get here first. If Song Xing couldn’t lend him so much money, what would he do?
“Do you know? I have a feeling that Deputy Commander Pedro has tricked us,” Yelisiyei said.
Wu Zhihui walked to the bathroom, turned on the tap, and washed his face. With eyes closed, he reached for the towel but couldn’t find it.
Only after arriving at Kli did Maya realize that Yalogon held a status in the universe akin to that of Apple for earthlings.
And the method to break the fusion technique was so absurdly simple—it enhanced Charles’ abilities with the Apocalypse factor.
Ouyang Cangsheng took Mingxin to visit the master of Jianzhuang, Wine Peak, and then, one after another, visited fourteen other Golden Core cultivators before finally finding a residence for Mingxin.
Looking at the young Naran Yanran, barely thirteen or fourteen, Yaochen couldn’t discern her depth at all. From her aura, he could confirm she wasn’t even a Dou practitioner, a cultivator of battle force.
He Luo left Drunken Spring Breeze and headed straight to Jian You’s residence. Thanks to Doctor An’s treatment, Jian You’s injuries had nearly healed, and he was practicing swordsmanship in the courtyard.
Li Murong knew that continuing to argue would only waste time, so he dragged Zhang Chen away at once.
“I love you. You’re the best, darling.” Xia Ziyuan’s red lips brushed his cheek lightly. She watched quietly as he closed the car door and got in from the other side.
Ye Jinghuai nodded knowingly, “I expected it, you scatterbrain.” She poked Chen Meilan’s forehead, took out her wallet, and paid for the meal.
“We’ve been talking for so long, but you still haven’t answered whether you’re a spy sent by the Fire Sect. Don’t change the subject,” the Butcher said.
Ye Hansheng looked at Yan Zidu, and Yan Zidu, naturally unwilling to be outdone, stared back. The atmosphere in the private room grew heavier.
If you truly understood, how could you act so sweet with him right in front of me? Is there a place for me in your heart? Have you ever really cared about me?
She had already offended the Gu family, and the people behind Ji Jie had yet to reveal themselves. The Ji family was nothing to worry about, but the oddities of the Gu family—if they had any real ability, they wouldn’t be so busy leeching off the Gu Corporation.
All they could do was add some straw to their drafty houses, making sure they wouldn’t starve to death in the cold night.
The three men behind You Tanzhi carried numerous cloth bags; clearly, they held high rank in the Beggar’s Sect. Considering the Beggar’s Sect’s influence, even Ding Chunqiu dared not offend them. Otherwise, in this Central Plains, he would hardly be able to take a single step.