Chapter 54: Master Pei Indeed Guessed Correctly

Amidst the bustling confusion, Pei Jiuru raised his eyes to look at Jiang Nian. Seeing her frown in deep thought, he became even more convinced of his own conjecture.

Sometimes, all the meticulous scheming of a villain cannot rival the sudden flash of inspiration of a fool.

Clearly, A-yao was that fool.

He was certain that the mastermind behind the poisoning of Ding Ruoping was hidden right among the crowd; perhaps at this very moment, the killer was feeling quite smug over A-yao's foolishness.

"A-yao, you hate Ding Ruoping," Pei Jiuru stated.

In fact, during this process, everyone from the policy-making level down to the executive departments had even entertained the thought of killing everyone to completely eliminate any future trouble.

Gu Qingzhou rolled her eyes, no longer wishing to bother with these people, and hurried back to her bedroom in a huff.

Seeing the madams of those three families ordered to leave, Feng Qing and Gu Qianqian lost interest in the gossip there, and instead enjoyed themselves thoroughly drinking and chatting on the viewing platform.

Under normal circumstances, Guo Haisheng might have given Long Fan a modicum of respect, but now, with Fang Yong right before him, he didn't even need to choose—he would undoubtedly stand by Fang Yong's side.

Knowing that even Ma Teng dared not provoke Luo Chen, Zhao Jian tried to sneak away, only to be tripped to the ground by a kick from Qin Jun.

A fiery energy arrow sped forward, striking the spirit stone cannon directly and triggering a violent explosion that blasted countless members of the rebel army to pieces.

"Feng Qing, you..." Feng Xiu just saw Feng Qing wave a hand, and instantly she lost her voice. She recognized this sensation as being caused by spiritual energy control, akin to having her mute acupressure points sealed to prevent her from speaking.

Grandpa had also prepared a new room for Gu Qingzhou—a very fine guest room furnished with numerous new clothes and cosmetics, all bought by Grandpa Wen for her.

"Yes, yes, yes. Once we go back, I'll have a karaoke system installed in the villa for you," Wen Ruoqian echoed with a smile.

Feng Qing was in secluded cultivation alone in her room. This advancement took a bit longer than usual, but it didn't matter; any amount of time was worthwhile for a better future.

"How audacious!" Hearing Qin speak so presumptuously, a monk stepped out from the crowd, and joining forces with several others, struck out with a single palm toward Qin.

Since the hamster had said it needed tools, and given its precious experience from looping through so many cycles, it was naturally wise to listen carefully.

Then, Tang Zhenglong forcefully shoved an autographed photo into Guardiola's hands. How awkward! Guardiola found himself not knowing whether to throw it away or accept it.

Huo Ying nodded gently. Were it not for this reason—and to fulfill a past promise—she would not have remained on Mount Baiyun to endure the pursuit of that monk and Daoist priest.

His expression was extremely focused, and his look of sheer enjoyment was almost enough to make Wang Yong think there was something wrong with his eyes.

No lights were on in the room, and all the curtains were drawn tight, resulting in rather dim lighting. Pei Ningle, who had opened the door, stood there with disheveled hair and a somewhat resentful look in her eyes.

Who could have expected that in just a fleeting moment, Ping'er would rush out and almost send Song Rongde off for good.

Looking at the steward's long fingernails, sharp fangs, elongated and sharpened ears, and protruding spine...

To be exact, Han Yixuan was hugging Wang Heng, her arms tightly locked around his shoulders and back, pressing her lips firmly against his.

"Uncle Ning, thank you for understanding my predicament." Oscar looked delighted; if Ning Fengzhi had harbored resentment and intentionally tried to tear him and Ning Rongrong apart, his life would truly be tragic.

"No! Absolutely not! Every word I said is true. I dare swear to the heavens that everything I said about the poison in your mother's body is the absolute truth!" Hongyan was by now too frantic to retain her sanity, so eager to swear a heavenly oath.

Recalling how Wu Lian'er had caused her to lose face yesterday, the dormitory manager crossed her arms and declared, "There is definitely something wrong with this air conditioner!" With that, she reached out to push the outer casing of the unit.

Having already consumed quite a bit earlier, and now with over half a bottle of liquor down, his handsome face was faintly flushed and he was slightly intoxicated, yet his voice and gaze remained as rational and icy as ever.