Chapter 58: At Eighteen, Calamity Befell the Ouyang Family

Returning to the room, Ouyang Junyan carefully and meticulously inspected every corner, making sure there were no hidden cameras or anything of the sort. Only then did he think about opening the window for a while.

Watching him with his back turned, Fang Zhiyin longed to go over and ask for a hug.

Every time she saw Ouyang Junyan’s true self, Fang Zhiyin wished time would slow down, just a little more. She always found herself recalling the early days of their marriage—knowing full well he didn’t love her, but still convinced that since they were already married, they had a whole lifetime ahead to spend together. All they needed was to endure.

After all, aren’t so many novels about love after marriage written just like this? Fang Zhiyin thought that maybe, if she just waited and endured, someday Ouyang Junyan would come to love her too.

There was still a lingering heat in the man’s eyes, but seeing the other person sleeping so soundly, he didn’t have the heart to disturb her.

With his lips gently pressed together, Shang Muyan’s phoenix-like eyes narrowed slightly as something slowly surfaced in his mind.

“You two stand guard here. If you see the prince, let him pass. If not, no one is allowed to leave the city. I’ll take some men to check if we need to provide support,” Yin Shishi said, still uneasy, deciding to lead a team to see if any assistance was needed.

The three of them walked side by side along the main avenue of Azure Cloud Sect. Ye Feng looked at Yu Fengwu and Sisi at his side, a flood of tenderness welling up in his heart. No matter what, Ye Feng felt grateful to Yu Fengwu and Sisi—when he was at his lowest, they had stood by him through his darkest day. This moved him deeply.

Li Baoqiang paid no attention to the aloof, high-and-mighty dark-skinned beauty. All he could see was the bloody, juicy, perfectly cooked steak.

“What!” Cangnan and Youhai exclaimed at the same time. With their experience, it didn’t take much to guess that Lin Feng had captured Wang Lianhua and Ji Youlang, and after poisoning Xiao Guo and Hua Sanshao into unconsciousness, he intended to force Ye Tian to exchange the divine weapon for them. Immediately, the three of them rushed to Medicine Mountain, confronting Lin Feng and demanding he hand over the captives.

“Are all these five hundred catties sold to me?” The voice of the Grand Lord Wanbao actually quivered a little.

Ye Tian was utterly shocked. Looking up at Huang Que’er, he froze. This wasn’t Huang Que’er at all—it was a lifeless dummy, dressed in her clothes and placed by the window.

Perhaps it was because she was willing to trust people again—this time, Thiblim put complete faith in Luther. If she weren’t so shy and unable to be as open as Miao Meow, she would spend every day at Luther’s side, skipping even Gardevoir’s lessons.

After a routine inspection at the Confucian Division, Luo Tianfan, who was only there as a formality, was sent back to the Li family in less than a day, continuing to freeload off Li Du’s hospitality.

Her curiosity grew heavier, and her feet seemed to move of their own accord, step by step toward the source of the sound.

If memory served, the background suggested this was during a break in their magazine shoot—the two of them still dressed in their costumes for the session.

There was also the possibility that spies from Northern Barbarians, having learned of his upcoming appointment as county magistrate of the border county, sent assassins to eliminate him before he could take office. If that was true, then the intelligence of the Northern Barbarians was alarmingly well-informed.

Tsk, tsk, tsk. If things kept going this way, he could already imagine his father’s miserable future—his mother would only have to frown and his father would probably turn white with worry.

Li Qi had long since guessed as much. Although he had managed to conjure so many things out of thin air when he first used the martial arts system of the Suffering Realm, he had also brought about great calamity and disaster.

This was a yakiniku restaurant called SATO Briand. The storefront was small and operated entirely by reservation. Its specialty was serving A4 and A5 grade Kyushu wagyu beef, carefully selected from Kagoshima and other parts of Kyushu. Even the dipping sauces for the barbecue were crafted in-house.

“According to the rules, the time is up. If a participating team cannot reach the destination on time, they are eliminated,” replied the sergeant.

Luther truly enjoyed the atmosphere of life in Alola, as well as the everyday moments spent with Lillie and the others. If possible, he would love to live out his days here in lazy contentment.