Chapter 36: Who Do You Think You Are

Shen Yuezhou sensed Shi Yun’s mood, the corners of his mouth dipping slightly into a bitter smile.

He pursed his lips, seemingly weighing his words, then slowly took a few steps forward and stopped at the drawing table.

Placing an ancient scroll he held onto the table, he kept his gaze fixed on Shi Yun’s face and said, "I have an ancient painting here that I would like you to help me restore. It is very important to me, and I have searched for a long time; only you have the skill to repair it."

He could certainly be fierce when he chose to be, yet... when he was gentle, he could make her heart melt into a puddle.

The implication was that because the young mistress had not held his mistake against him, he had escaped punishment once, but her security measures now needed to be elevated by a level.

Although she was not short of money, coming such a long way to get a reward and catching a show—witnessing the fate of the outsider—made the trip feel quite worthwhile.

"Alright! Just a moment, young master!" The man selling candied hawthorns beamed as he took the copper coins from Qin Yan, then deftly selected two large skewers for him.

Seeing Yun Canghai ignore her and the police dismiss her, Susan felt a surge of fear. She suddenly realized a key term she had been overlooking: evidence.

The land of the Chaoyang Kingdom was arid; although there were some insects, they were nothing like the abundance found in Black Wind Mountain.

Previously, with Huangfusong absent, Fu Shou and Liu Xie had been helpless and forced to risk their lives by entrusting them to Su Zhe. Now that Huangfusong had arrived, the situation had changed, and she naturally no longer wished to stake her future solely on Su Zhe.

As the two spoke, the area below was turned upside down; the power of the Azure Sea Realm was truly beyond the reach of ordinary men.

Following the signal from Fan Chong, the other guards surrounding them crowded in, pooling their strength together to barely manage to restrain Ling Zhongsheng’s movements.

During this time, she had once changed her mind and wanted to send Zhuifeng away. Although that would have been simple for her, the stubborn Zhuifeng had refused every time.

At this very moment, the Ninth Princess looked up, her beautiful eyes rippling with emotion. She stared at Xiao Fan with a shy, delicate expression, as if wanting to say something, yet she hesitated.

Xiumei prepared to inspect the mechanism; she went back to retrieve her backpack and retreated toward the rear. Even if the path was difficult and arduous to climb, it was better than waiting for death.

"Wasn't it agreed upon to be two hundred thousand? How overbearing." Jin Jun’s expression was equally ugly, as Wang Zhi wore the look of someone who had simply taken the money and dared them to do something about it—the crux being that they truly had no recourse.

Ye Chujin was confused and had no chance to resist, so she simply nodded with a relaxed air.

"Secondly, you possess such a lethal weapon as a hand grenade, yet you refuse to provide it for the army's use, causing many sons of Guanzhong to perish in vain. Your heart is truly punishable."

"Is it that amazing? Then take me up the mountain!" Jiang Shan said with a smile, unable to hide his excitement and his yearning for cultivation.

Almost every request she made—which the school authorities deemed as not being overly demanding—was handled without trouble.

Not long ago, beneath an overpass somewhere in Shanghai, an unruly voice muttered to itself: "This feeling... could it be him? He has returned. He has finally come to release me. Damn it, he should have come to release me long ago. Sigh! Why is he heading toward the center?"

Because every person’s inner energy reserves are different, some conflict is inevitable; it is impossible to avoid.

Moreover, the reason he had chosen to stay behind to buy time for the others to escape was not truly out of pure selflessness.

"Why are you crying? Are you hurt anywhere?" Wang Yuan turned to ask Ye Ting, though he knew in his heart that she was likely just frightened by the wounds on his own body.

Seeing that Huang Qiyun was about to be buried under a pair of sharp jaws, Qingluan gritted her teeth and released the black-mist-emitting whip from her hand, successfully thwarting the attack of the three hellhounds surrounding Huang Qiyun.