Chapter 103: Suspicion
Lu Yamei didn’t waste words and laid out the whole story of Bamiaomiao coming to her, ending with, “Whether you admit it or not, Bamiaomiao and I have long been at odds. There’s no way I’d be stupid enough to send anything to you through her. What if something happened? I still remember vividly how biased you used to be!”
Chen Xiu shifted uneasily, turning his face away from Lu Yamei, not daring to meet her eyes.
After that jab, Lu Yamei continued, “When Bamiaomiao came, she didn’t avoid others. Plenty of people can testify that all I did was give her the address of the Li Family’s winery, telling her to pick the wine herself. So, do you think I have enough influence to get the Li Family to help me, or do you think I’d be reckless enough to conspire with outsiders to harm the father of my own child?”
Chen Xiu lowered his head, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
Hua Jiu hadn’t finished speaking when her Flying Fish Lamp plummeted straight toward the sea, as if a thousand pounds of weight were dragging it down.
“That’s a question you should be asking yourself,” Gu Chen replied coolly, his demeanor restored to its usual poise. Apart from Xia Shiguang, no one in this world could make him lose his composure.
This burly man was clearly prepared to make a scene, yet now he was being told not to interfere?
The dome light in the car was off. The vehicle was parked in a dim corner, and the backseat was shrouded in shadow. No sooner had Qin Yang gotten in than a delicate figure, carrying a familiar scent, leaned over and, without a word, climbed onto his lap and kissed him directly.
Once a thriving and peaceful city, brimming with vitality, Hongmeng Immortal City had, in just three days, become a living hell. Suffering and death were everywhere, and the Maodou brothers felt their hearts growing heavier with each passing moment.
To be honest with you, this strange power has only been radiating for just over a day, yet many cultivators have already succumbed to it, losing control and dying.
Father had asked someone to write the letter; Yun Feng skimmed it and quickly understood what had happened.
It was rare to find someone who could keep up with her in the field of magic. Her foolish master must be overjoyed.
For some reason, every time Yang Yadi saw Tang Fan walking toward her, she was seized by a strange and inexplicable fear.
Da Ya was embroidering the sleeve of a garment when Qiu Tao, curious, asked who the new clothes were for.
With a crisp, ringing sound, the broken sword was drawn by Ling Yu. He held it horizontally before his chest, his gaze cold as he stared at the black-clad assassin before him. Killing intent radiated from Ling Yu, the full aura of an expert at the Out-of-Body stage on display. That despairing intent made the assassin pause in dread.
As soon as Jian Jie entered meditation, his bond with the Will of the World shone like a lantern—signifying that their connection was far deeper than it appeared.
“Master, we were wrong, but what exactly is this evil force?” Xuan Lei asked, curiosity piqued.
“Alright!” Ling Yu replied, striding quickly to the pavilion, picking up the hot tea and draining it in one gulp. Only when the fragrant tea slid down his throat did he feel its heat, and he suddenly cried out, sticking out his tongue in pain.
Li Qing understood that, after the thunder beast in the cloud sea above broke free this time, it was highly likely to temporarily leave the Heavenly Tears alone and turn its attention to him instead. After all, with the Heavenly Tears drifting down as softly as a feather, by the time they reached the ground, several days might have passed.
“Don’t worry, I heard you’re searching for purification treasures, and our Cloud Armor Guard has plenty of connections. I can guarantee to get you a top-tier purification artifact,” Li Xiu’er promised, revealing what she could offer.
Hanyun approached the NPC and accepted the visible quest, which turned out to be a routine monster-slaying mission.
The disciples soon remembered that many of them had intended to visit and thank Xu An, but later learned he wasn’t at home but had gone to the affairs office. Overwhelmed with studies and cultivation, they had set the matter aside.
“Spare the human race, Sage Lord, Sage Lord, please save me!” Dan Chunqiu pleaded, then turned to beg Sha Qianmo as well.
“How dull,” the Benevolent Soul sighed, waving his left hand repeatedly. Threefold power merged as five colors—yellow, green, blue, and white—blended into a pillar of radiant light.