Chapter 51: The Smile Gradually Turns Wicked

Meng Qinian thought of this, and the corners of his mouth curled up into a sinister smile.

He suddenly felt that this matter was not so hard to accept after all.

Feng Yuli smiled, "It's only at the suspicion stage right now. It would be best to have her take a paternity test with my father, or... have her meet with my father."

Meng Qinian chuckled, "Alright, I'll find an opportunity later to arrange a meeting between her and my uncle-in-law."

He guaranteed he could help his uncle-in-law rescue Yuanman from those unscrupulous Jiang family members.

Now she had actually struck out all thirteen blossoms, and her body immediately swept backward and retreated. Even if this strike missed, she could at least make a clean getaway. She had always been very confident in her lightness kung fu.

A pair of clear, bright, and exquisite eyes looked at him like autumn water, resembling a pool of flowing spring water, rippling with bright waves at the gentle breeze of emotion, possessing an indescribable charm.

"Yes, though I'm not sure if the dark forces coming to deal with you next time will be powerful or not, I have a hunch that you can do it." Ye Xuan suddenly had an urge to look up and roar to the heavens. For a month in Xuanye, Ye Xuan had no idea how much suffering he had endured; perhaps he had been there for two months, maybe half a year, or even longer.

Zhang Jiao undoubtedly rode in a carriage of this kind, which was why he could step right out and stand at the front of the carriage on the battlefield just now, overlooking the battlefield across most of the area ahead.

Right now, he only felt that he was ridiculous, both pitiful and ridiculous. He had never pitied himself before, because no matter how tragic his circumstances, he could at least take pride in his family background. Yet now, he didn't even know who his biological parents were.

"Don't worry, Maomao, Dad will handle it." With that, Lindy stood up, took out his phone, and made a call to Qian Lai.

"Since you've taken on this job, you must be prepared to make sacrifices for it. Keep up the effort, Shiro," another one began to comfort him.

Merging into one—the Mian and Ye clans had thought of this back then as well. The best solution they could think of to resolve the conflicts between the two clans was probably this, but failures—mostly experiments—invariably ended in failure. The dark faction naturally paid close attention to this news; if these two behemoths truly merged into one, what awaited them would be death.

Looking at Manager Fang wailing on the ground, Chu Feng took out the metal box from his pocket and opened it. Inside was precisely Manager Fang's arrogant and overbearing speech from just now.

"You never act serious. I'll deal with you after Yiyu leaves." Her bright, limpid eyes widened into perfect circles, and even when angry, she remained breathtakingly beautiful. Ye Xuan shrugged indifferently, turned around, and walked back into the house, while Yiyu lowered her head and slipped past him toward the kitchen.

Even though he thought that way, the voice deep inside Lambert's heart kept telling him that those memories were real and not the result of anyone's magic.

Fang Tang let out a cold snort, turned his head, and after confirming that he had indeed been delivered to the airport, pushed open the door and got out of the car without a word.

And so, he had brought her home, and all the way, she neither cried nor made a fuss. He had thought she was afraid of him, but little did he know she was simply waiting specifically for him.

When Pan Yuhong heard that the master of the Waning Moon Palace was named Leng Wuqing, his heart skipped a beat. He knew he had landed himself a hot potato this time. He had never imagined that the master of the Waning Moon Palace would be such a person; from her methods, one could tell her personality truly matched her name—Heartless.

On the way back, he very gentlemanly carried all the things himself. When I looked over, I just thought this kid was outrageously handsome, loved by everyone just like cash.

One must know that this phantom sword allowed energy to be injected into it, and the massive amount of energy contained within was the result of continuous accumulation by successive generations of masters in the arena. One could easily imagine how terrifying the energy stored inside was.

Qian Gao had never held the Zhang Corporation in high regard to begin with; his initiative to contact them was merely an attempt to kick them while they were down and reap exorbitant profits.