Chapter 52

Leaf Yuyu's lips twitched faintly. She wanted to commend Lin Nanfang for distancing himself and dropping subtle hints, but the man's cold detachment left her unsatisfied. "Apologies, sir. My sister and I've been repairing the house for days. Don't worry—there's no damage to the furniture. With Song Guyan's combat power, even if five Chen Yanshan tried to flee, she could subdue them all. Not to mention that Labrador's fierce glare keeps things in check," she said calmly.

Cao Zhang's order sent the cavalry charging out. Xueyue waved her hands wildly, hurling daggers that struck twenty riders, their horses collapsing. The remaining enemies froze,（not dare to do sth） advance. Xueyue turned and rode away. Jian Mo checked the kitchen—empty, spotless. "You handle the paperwork. I'll grab dinner," Leaf Yuyu said, avoiding Lin Nanfang's gaze as she left the hospital.

Gu Beichen ignored Long Xiao. His occasional absences from Luocheng weren't new, but he wondered if Jian Mo would call him. To ensure victory, even a 1% uncertainty needed erasure.

The wooden door crashed open. Wilson and David stumbled in, frost-covered and silent, crowding around the fireplace. Shen Jianchu, emaciated after three days in the storeroom, slumped against the wall. Zhou Chen swept his hand, unleashing black mist that engulfed the giant dragon skeleton.

Wang Ma pretended to fetch cleaning tools, luring another servant upstairs to trail Shen Jianchu. "Those satisfied with base life just draw five stars," she thought. She'd heard of Ernst College's elite program but never expected one so close.

Lu Wenda's jacket lay on his lap. His recent actions—handing his coat to his "wife" as if returning home—struck her as odd. Master Ostler wiped sweat from his forehead, his calloused hands gripping a hammer. "Zha Junlan must involve Zhou Jin. Finding her mother's name makes sense," he mused.

Gao Qiang knew Demon Tear's powerlessness against cultivation but its psychological toll. The mansion's luxury far exceeded Zuo Na's social media posts, though her experience paled. "Push me again," she snapped, shoving the servant upstairs.

Zhou Yan's strength allowed him to solve problems independently—a good sign. If humans relied solely on AI systems, they'd collapse without them. "Heart supplements don't exist in the mortal realm," Su Qianqian warned grimly. "Stay alive by listening to me."

Chun Er dared not mention playing cards with the maids during her "reflection." Mu Jingchi would go mad if he found out. "Also…" Lin Qingyu listed offenses, "Your chaos since leaving will ruin the island."

At dusk, a Han banner army approached from Yanmen Pass. Liu Tianhao's camp stirred as Guan Yu and Xu Chu emerged, their weapons gleaming. "Everyone sit down!" Liu barked. Even Flower Brother halted his demonic transformation, switching to elegant porcelainware—though oil stains spoiled his divine aura.

According to Bai Shuirou, only Junuo's group knew his secret. "Let's dine at Wangshan Stone first," Jiang Jun insisted. Wang refused, so Jiang escorted him out.

Officials froze at the shocking news. A plump figure in a red dress slashed her eyes, her belly accentuated by tight fabric. She'd likely undergone plastic surgery. Murong He, though unversed in medicine, heard of Lingzhen Dan's dangers for patients.

After landing, Principal Wang summoned a driver for Lin Feng, while he took the Cadillac with his date. A casual remark by Lin sparked a flood of live chat comments and gifts.

"The remaining window installation can wait," someone said. After taking Demon Tear pills, Xitiang ridiculed Jiang Lin's inferior craftsmanship. "Your master's skills surpass yours," he sneered.

Jiang Ziya agreed instantly. "We'll seek the Divine Lamp together tonight," he said, heading toward Kunlun Mountain.

Kong Xuan encountered a(fiendish mountain) in the wilderness. Its desolate silence and faint familiarity sent chills down his spine. "This place isn't random," he thought.

Yang Yi promised solemnly, though doubts lingered. Slave disappearances hinted at extreme danger—a stark contrast to Hassan's claims. "Why buy slaves if the lamp is easy?" he pondered.

Makao gloated, mocking Wakaba's smoking habit. Long Fei rolled up a scroll, his cultivation techniques crystallizing in his mind.