Chapter 75: The Cowardly Man

Lin Hui turned his face to look at Fang Wenxuan, and at this moment, tears were streaming down Fang Wenxuan’s cheeks. Startled, Lin Hui immediately sat up, helplessly watching the closed-eyed Fang Wenxuan as tears continued to flow. He had brought Fang Wenxuan here to comfort him, hoping to help him relax, but now Fang Wenxuan was crying. Seeing those crystalline tears on pale cheeks and thick, dark lashes, Lin Hui felt a sharp pain in his heart, along with a deep jealousy of Chen He—that man clearly held an irreplaceable place in Fang Wenxuan’s heart.

“Wenxuan, don’t be so sad… None of this is your fault… It’s his mother’s fault. She planted hatred in his heart from childhood, and that Luo Yongsheng… he’s a real piece of work… If it weren’t for him—”

The corpse beast’s eyelids twitched slightly; that punch just now had indeed inflicted injury—the blood streaming from its fist was proof enough. In facing the corpse beast’s assault, his brother had not simply defended himself.

“Dad, Master, are you both alright?” In the next instant, three blood-soaked figures appeared in Zhao Xiaochen’s arms—Zhao Dagang, White Wolf, and Black Wolf.

The wine had been drunk and the meal eaten. Taking advantage of the two children not having finished, Hong Yingniang called Jingxian into another room and laid everything out plainly.

Hearing this, Lan Xiuping understood that martial artists had their own taboos. As she herself was not yet a martial artist and could not fit in, she no longer insisted on joining Yan Le for morning training.

Lin Daolun explained to Pan Songlin that Yan Le’s parents, as well as his own wife and son, were all waiting at home; this time, they, too, were headed to Donggui City with Yan Le. He meant for Pan Songlin to hurry and accept the cash, copy down the list of herbs Yan Le had prepared, and count out the medicinal ingredients to be delivered, so the three of them could start carrying them out.

His brother hesitated not a moment and dashed forward. With two strikes of Thunder Fang, he cut down two enemies in an instant.

“Yes, yes, please look around as you wish. People our age aren’t used to hosting matchmaking affairs, so please bear with us!” I signaled to Da Baitao to quickly step up.

In the blink of an eye, those corpses had been restored to their original state. The four people I healed with Life-Force Azure Flame gradually regained steady breathing; their expressions were peaceful, their complexions rosy, showing not a trace of the deadly attacks they had just endured or the fact they had nearly been killed.

Zhao Xiaochen was deeply moved. He realized his previous feelings were pure prejudice—one rotten apple had spoiled the pot, but in truth, there were many doctors of noble medical ethics like Dr. Ma all around us.

The old man was in slightly better shape, but the young man—so pale—filled everyone’s hearts with worry for this family.

On the day Qianqian was originally meant to return to New York, she went out in the morning, napped at Mr. Charlie’s villa at noon, and considered booking a flight for the evening.

Takashima Yuuhei saw only a flash of sword light before the world spun and he found himself staring at a familiar headless corpse.

Aili was unaware of their relationship, and as for the matters in Su Wushuang’s family, he only knew that his relationship with his uncle was poor; he didn’t realize that his ties with Su Yao and the rest were also strained. Smiling warmly, he greeted them with genuine friendliness.

Cha Zhen wept with heartache. An orphaned child—who would care for him? No matter how much she possessed, could it ever compare to her son?

The scene was deeply stirring, but they suppressed their fear and continued to drive slowly toward Cao Shuo.

The young man argued forcefully, full of life and color, laying himself bare, open for taking. The man’s pupils deepened as he pressed down in dominance.

Chi Zao truly felt that Wei Xiao was under immense pressure, and since intimacy was a way to relieve stress, but now she was pregnant and couldn’t make love, she decided to help him by hand.

“Enough, just don’t curse us! We’re leaving now.” With that, Su Wushuang took Aili’s hand and headed straight out, while Czech paused in thought then walked away at a measured pace.

Given their current excitement and intimacy, they must have been secretly flirting behind the scenes. What a shameless scoundrel, always attracting trouble and women.

She wore a gauzy robe of light gray, the fabric’s origin unknown. Even after a thousand years in the tomb, the garment showed not the slightest sign of fading.

Qiao Shiyu knew clearly that without enough bait on her end, Ji Qingshui would never take the hook.