Chapter 146: Face-to-Face Confrontation

Ao Fuming?

Lu Chenyuan’s heart stirred; he guessed this must be the name of the elder at the Dragon King Temple. Judging by the tone, Wei Xuanji, the Chief of the Demon Suppression Division, should have had considerable dealings with him. It was hardly surprising—if the court wanted to govern a place like Zhenhaichuan, it was impossible to bypass the Dragon King Temple.

As his thoughts swirled, Han Lin, who had stayed behind at the Dragon King Temple, approached. Seeing the grim state of everyone, she involuntarily gasped, especially when she laid eyes on Shen Guizhou, a master of the Guanlan Realm.

Just moments ago, she had kissed and embraced He Xianfei, yet she greeted him only with biting sarcasm and fierce hostility. Now, she must see him as an unforgivable beast, a scoundrel who tried to violate her.

They knew their son all too well. That unlucky child was nothing but a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Without benefit, he would never dare to expose himself.

“Our relationship need not be circumspect. Just tell me plainly—what are your intentions?” Murong Yinzhu spoke softly.

Today was the grand opening. The building owner had issued three types of invitations: ordinary red paper; red paper with gold trim, usually held by medium-status guests; and the most important VIPs received invitations made of red paper sprinkled with gold and silver.

Rong Qian suddenly felt a surge of reluctance to engage with him. Where was the calm wisdom befitting the Crown Prince of Tianyue? Well, he was clever, but this rogue-like demeanor irritated her deeply. She truly wanted to say this man could not possibly be her wise and mighty husband.

The old madam’s eyes darkened. How could she not know? It was precisely because she knew that she hated Yun Duoduo, hated that Mo Wen had brought her in without killing her then and there.

“You’re in deep trouble this time? Flirting with the mob boss’s male favorite?” One could not view her through ordinary eyes, so I always dared to speculate.

But a thousand years was not too long, and to learn what they had experienced in the mortal realm, one only had to consult the Heavenly Mirror back in the Celestial Court.

“Mom, Dad, let’s go inside first. They must be tired from their long journey,” Ling Fu said hastily, sensing the awkward atmosphere.

Could it be she really had to starve until he devoured himself before eating? How long would she have to endure such hunger?

To make it easier for Ye Ge to follow, Yuan Guoxue highlighted some key points, greatly reducing Ye Ge’s reading time.

“Boss, could you help me deliver a message to Guo Manying...” At this moment, Lin Feixing completely shed the coquettishness of a beast-eared girl. Though his voice still held a slight lilt, his expression was unusually serious.

In fact, if they were simply swept away three to zero so decisively, the audience might have found it more acceptable.

But out of courtesy, Du Shiyue felt embarrassed to directly ask Jiang Zheng for this favor.

Entering the dormitory, Ning Mian glanced at the Buddha statue on the altar and took off his silver fox fur coat.

Of course, Ye Ge was not foolish enough to wait until she had gathered fifty girls before starting to hand out toys—that would be a waste of time.

Qing Heng naturally did not care much about her; his questions were merely procedural. Upon hearing her reply, he did not stop her but went to negotiate with the guide.

In theory, this was a good thing—he still indulged her, allowing her free access. Everything became far easier this way, and she no longer needed to worry about inadvertently exposing anything.

“I plan to open a coffee shop to rival Starbucks. I’ve even thought of a name—Rui Xing Coffee.”

Upon hearing this, Master He wasted no time and immediately brought ten sets of medicinal herbs along with their corresponding prescriptions.

Xiao Tian’s flute melodies rose and fell, filled with joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness. Each note stirred the soul, while the thunder wings and the Thunder Roar Sword crackled with lightning, wildly swirling across the sky, impossible to evade.

This sensation was exquisite—a yearning, deep within Lin Wan’er’s heart, to be touched even more profoundly.