Chapter 78: Did You Think Marriage Would Let You Off the Hook?

“Third Master, thank you for your kindness,” Xu Yu said, anxiety twisting inside her, fearful that he might obstruct her plans.

It was at this moment she discovered Shen Liangyan locking eyes with her, the sharpness in his gaze unmistakable.

“Planning to go abroad, to escape all this?” The chill in his eyes pressed down on her hopes like a sky blanketed by ominous clouds.

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“Is the Order of Heaven and Earth something like a badge of identity?” Gu Han wondered, his mind tangled with questions. From now on, his lofty status would be stripped away entirely, and those he had wronged in the past would come seeking vengeance.

Tang Shi laughed, “Now that we're with Grandpa, it's good to enjoy some peaceful days!” Though she said this, she knew these words were meant to comfort herself. For someone like him, a soaring eagle, to lie dormant—how difficult could that be?

Thoughts spun endlessly in her mind, yet Ye Zhiyu outwardly appeared only slightly distracted. Bai Shuiqing, thinking she'd hit a sore spot, smiled smugly.

George and his companions, not having purchased a house in the capital yet, were staying at the luxurious Golden Splendor. Since they were here, they had to take a look.

From outside, it was impossible to see clearly what lay beyond the city gates—not because of mist, but a peculiar blurriness. There was no clear reason, just an inexplicable haze.

“This is a Ming dynasty military officer’s uniform. This stone figure must represent a Ming general,” Jenny turned to me and explained.

At this moment, aside from Old Mai and myself, I noticed everyone else was casting strange, unfriendly glances at Jiao Ba.

When Cao Jianren heard Qingxin agree, he was overjoyed and called out toward the door, “Shanxia Jiba!”

Xie Haoyuan gazed at Tang Shi’s face and sighed, almost imperceptibly. Both true princesses, yet the disparity was so vast.

As Qingcheng’s teasing voice sounded, a cold blade was already pressed against Moria’s neck, and thin streams of blood seeped from the wound.

Back at the hotel, Liu Qing quickly settled all her luggage, hanging clothes and sending those needing dry cleaning to the staff. As for Chen Xian’er, she was as lazy as Ding Yi—after a perfunctory unpacking, she clung to Ding Yi, unwilling to leave his side.

The Construction Bureau, though not as powerful as the future Housing Authority, was still the top regulatory body for real estate.

Five types of immortal arts, each interconnected, merged together to form an even more formidable unified technique.

Counting this encounter, it was the third time the two had met—the first when the old man extorted people in the park, the second at the Marriott Hotel, where that scoundrel had made him carry a bomb the size of a button inside.

“How can this be so potent? Clearly not an ordinary medicine. Looks like this round isn’t a loss after all,” Li Jun thought as he continued his lucky draw.

“What’s he doing?” The astonishing scene in the basement left Xue Rouzi confused. Right then, Ye Bufei, stripped down to shorts, drenched in sweat, was swinging a giant hammer with all his might.

“Your flattery makes me uncomfortable,” Kangba said, lifting the tent flap to let the wind in; he too was feeling the heat.

The next moment, a burly figure stepped out of the cave. Though he lacked the intimidating presence of a lone warrior guarding a pass, his appearance nonetheless made the air feel heavy.

Xiao Jing was startled, realizing that over the past few days, she’d spent all her time in internet cafes for a special assignment. Both were busy with work, and they hadn’t communicated much.

For her, this underground base was a haven, a place of safety, yet she had no desire to remain below ground at all times.

So, after Chiyou and Kuafu perished, and the two Emperors united the Central Plains, the legend of the Witch-Demon Corps vanished without a trace.