Chapter 691: Chapter 691: 356 Tearing Apart (Fourteenth Update)

Chapter 691: 356 Tearing Apart (Fourteenth Update)

Everyone then saw Zhu Xiangxiang suddenly sit up, like a reanimated corpse, and reach out with lightning speed to grab Ming Jing’s neck.

However, before her hands could touch Ming Jing’s neck, they were hit by a stone that suddenly appeared, causing Zhu Xiangxiang to cry out in pain. She fell backwards, landing on the ground in a most undignified manner.

“Rumble.” The stone rolled to Ming Jing’s feet.

It was a black pebble, the kind that filled a flower pot in the corner of the hall.

Ran Tengxiao squinted, looking around. Finally, he saw a teenage boy leaning against a pillar to the northwest, his arms crossed.

The young man had his hat low, blending into the crowd.

The stone that popped up out of nowhere startled everyone, sending chills down their spines.

Ye Feng stared blankly and then suddenly shouted towards the northwest, “Xi Yu.”

People turned towards the direction he indicated, but all they saw was a clueless Ye Cheng. No one else.

The name Xi Yu seemed familiar; it was heard not long ago in Liu Muxue’s conversation and seemed to be involved in a love triangle with Ming Jing and Zhao Qin.

This man, who could accurately hit Zhu Xiangxiang’s wrist with a stone and then disappear, showed exceptional control and power.

Where did all these skilled people come from?

Ye Feng gave chase, shouting, “Get out here, you coward, always hiding in the darkness. I challenge you.”

Everyone watched as the young man who previously had an innocent smile suddenly lost his temper and moved away, careful not to provoke this ill-omened person.

Saying the three words ‘Ran Bowen’, she gnashed her teeth almost audibly.

With her back to the crowd, her eyes flashed with a hint of ruthlessness. She stared at Ming Jing, her smile more gentle than ever.

Everyone shivered without any clear reason.

The heating was fully on in the hall, yet everyone felt an uncanny chill up and down their spines.

Ming Jing looked up at Jiang Chunlan.

Her eyes were clear, like a lake in spring with gentle ripples stirred by the wind. But beneath those ripples was a deep, cold abyss.

“I’m sorry to disappoint you, Madam.”

Jiang Chunlan shook her head with a sigh, “You fooled me so well.”

“You are mistaken, Madam. I also just found out. Regardless of whose daughter I am, I am always Ming Jing. After all, you liked me for who I am, not my identity. With your wisdom and apprehension, surely you wouldn’t think less of me because of that.”

Such commendation was quite the tall hat to wear.

“I fear that Ming Jing, once the daughter of the Rans, would not acknowledge me. To be associated with the Rans is not something ordinary people can aspire to.”

“Madam, you flatter me.”

Everyone listened to the cool, polite dialogue between the two. Their smiles were warm and gentle, but somehow, the conversation felt off.

It sent mysterious shivers down everyone’s spines.

Li Qingyao whispered, “Why do I feel like Madam Jiang is very angry?”