Chapter 139 Succeeded?

"Nuniang! Nuniang!!"
Wang Mian received the news sent from the county town and rushed to the Wang family estate at the very first moment.
Her face was pale, and her eyes were filled with worry.
"A-mian, you already know?"
Wang Heng raised her eyes and saw Wang Mian's concerned expression, knowing instantly that she must have learned about Wang Lin being dismissed from office and the Wang family estate being confiscated.
Wang Heng did not try to whitewash the situation or pretend everything was fine; instead, she took the initiative to bring up the topic.
"Yes! At the tavern in the county town..."
Catrix moved swiftly, like a gust of wind. He quickly reached Patinsing, took him away, and then sprinted at full speed, vanishing in a flash. By the time the soldiers reacted, they were already a couple of kilometers away.
Mentioning this, Banxia felt both helpless and amused. Ever since the first-year birthday banquet, the little bun kept looking at her and calling her "younger sister," no matter how anyone tried to correct him.
If these variant beings were sent to infiltrate the enemy forces, they could get close to Flamenfa, or even assassinate him. However, Flamenfa was extremely vigilant and would never easily trust them. What should be done about this?
Seeing the nonchalant look on Song Aijia's face, Song Meifang couldn't help a surge of anger rising in her heart. Naturally, she knew that Zhang Aijiao was just playing downstairs and wouldn't encounter any danger.
"Hello!" Xia Fangyuan was already in a bad mood, and now, not knowing who was suddenly calling her, she answered the phone in an irritated tone.
Duoduqimuge's delicate and graceful figure resurfaced in Li Qiang's mind. If heavenly fire were to truly descend, she, or perhaps even the entire Su Tribe, might cease to exist, right?
Watching Fengwu's almost fleeing figure, Ye Xiang furrowed his brow slightly. Weren't they doing just fine a moment ago? Why did things suddenly turn out like this?
"I told you we should just hire an hourly housekeeper so none of us have to do chores," Banhua said, watching Ning Yuan do housework, always feeling rather awkward.
It turned out that the Corpse Refining Sect was located in the most yin-extreme place between heaven and earth, where all the yin energy in the world gathered. That was why Soul Refining Mountain remained gloomy day in and day out; an ordinary person entering it would be frightened out of their wits in less time than it took to burn a stick of incense.
Just at that moment, an exclamation seemed to come from not far away. People gathered around the campfire, peering into the distance, but could see nothing because their view was blocked.
Gradually, a speck of white light emerged from Du Yiyu's fingertips, and then, like sunlight, instantly enveloped those four wretched children.
"Hmph, and who are you? Carrying a gun and all—you look like no good. I'm going back," she said, turning around to return.
"Well, they're all gone..." Lin Shu shook his head, his previously intoxicated eyes shifting instantly from hazy back to clear. The two cases of beer he had drunk earlier had done nothing to him other than increase the crystalline internal energy content within his body.
The owner had offered an exorbitant price of fifty million Federation Credits, but Lin Shu beat it down to thirty million Federation Credits under the pretext that the energy was difficult to replenish.
"To think they would actually come up with the idea of organizing those Koreans..." Thinking of this, Dongmen Qing felt agonizing pain. In this high-stakes gamble with his life, he could no longer find any bargaining chip favorable to him.
He recalled the suggestion Dai Tianchou had made to him just two days prior and immediately issued an order summoning all senior cadres of Qinghuaxiang from China's coastal regions to hold a meeting in Penghu—a meeting he had originally intended to hold at Shihu, but now changed to a different location.
This lie wasn't entirely groundless; at least that big clumsy bear Kobe Leo was nominally her uncle.
The door to the Prince Consort's room stood open. As Rong Qi walked in slowly, a chilly breeze followed her, making Linyi's long robes flutter slightly for a split second just as his slender fingers plucked the final note and gently pressed against the strings.
Song Lanyue walked over, and the villagers consciously cleared a path for her. Everyone knew that she was the one who had conceived the idea and built the brick kiln.