Chapter 50: Kill Me

Mother Zhou was also aware of Zhou Jingmo's affection for Jiang Yihuan. Initially, she had considered it inappropriate as well, but since Zhou Jingmo never brought it up to her proactively, she simply chose to pretend she knew nothing about it.

It was not that I desired an extravagant display, but rather that when these two completely contrasting attitudes were placed side by side, the disparity was simply too stark, leaving me utterly unable to adapt.

Yibeihan strode directly into the room, completely ignoring Chu Weiwei. His gaze locked onto the familiar face on the hospital bed as he walked over. Upon reaching the bedside and seeing the plaster cast on her arm, his handsome eyebrows instantly knitted together in deep anguish.

Xia Yan froze for a moment, then smiled as she reached out to wrap her arms around his waist, lifting her gaze to meet his clear, dark eyes.

Before Xia Yan could dodge in time, the crystal bottle slammed heavily against her temple and fell to the ground. A wave of dull pain struck her instantly, causing her to frown in agony. Yet Yi Meifeng had no intention of letting her go; she lunged forward, grabbed Xia Yan by the throat, and stared at her with vicious eyes as she let out a harsh hiss.

Because Peach Blossom Village was located near the borderlands, it had a relatively sparse population, though its territory was remarkably vast.

Upon receiving the phone call from Zhuo Lingfeng, Qiu Ying was visibly and intensely excited. She had naturally been aware of the massive commotion surrounding Zhuo Lingfeng's recent ordeal, which had left her feeling deeply distressed all this time. Today, having suddenly received a call from Zhuo Lingfeng informing her that he was safe and sound, Qiu Ying's tone could not have been more joyful.

"Well, it is getting quite late. Let me take you both back!" Zhuo Lingfeng suddenly spoke up.

"I've already asked Ji Yusen about it, yet you're still lying to me!" she looked at him with tear-filled eyes, wearing an expression of absolute heartbreak.

Fortunately, Su Yun possessed remarkably sharp hearing; otherwise, how could she have possibly caught those whispered words that sounded no louder than the buzz of a mosquito.

"Your Highness, actually, there is nothing shameful about this. I am a physician, so you can feel free to discuss your condition with me."

Tang Yining's voice was exceedingly faint as she glanced at the price tag. It read twenty-eight hundred, yet she carried neither enough cash on her nor any bank cards that could be swiped.

At that moment, Su Qiu noticed that on the suit-clad man's phone screen was a photograph of himself. It happened to be the picture taken of him leaving the alleyway after a doctor had finished bandaging his wounds.

Ge Lingling always felt that her new friend—and the only friend she had ever truly approved of—seemed exceptionally mysterious, entirely unlike any of the young ladies from prominent families she had encountered before. Perhaps it was precisely because of this that she was able to sincerely befriend Mo Tianyou.

On the other side, Murong Jinjin and Tang Buhuai both assumed that Murong Duoduo was still dwelling on the matter of the little snow-ball, which explained why she had dark circles under her eyes and looked as though she hadn't slept at all.

"Who on earth are you? Don't you know this is the territory of the Qilin Sect? I am an initiated disciple of the Third Elder." The hook-nosed man said these words somewhat haltingly.

Faced with his father's final entrustment, his own personal dreams, and the backing of the Li family, how could Chen Mo possibly swallow this grievance?

Never had she expected bullying to be taken to such lengths; it was simply too outrageous, and she could not let it go unpunished.

"Forget it, then. Your ties as master and disciple with Su Yuran end right here." Ouyang Mobing smiled as he looked at Teacher Hu's face.

The onlookers and mockers instantly snapped their mouths shut, their gazes replaced instead by a mixture of envy and deep reverence.

At the Inter-Sect Conference, every faction and sect would send one disciple under the age of thirty to participate. The age of thirty served as a crucial benchmark to gauge the future developmental prospects of each faction over the coming period.

As soon as these words were spoken, Lin Yazijing's expression changed instantly, for she hailed precisely from the dance major of the Art Academy.

The precious physical body of the Primordial Mythical Beast that he had earned through his own strength and fortune—why should he hand it over to someone else for nothing?