Chapter 124

"Do not worry, Grandmother. Rong'er is certainly not the type to mistreat herself, nor would she ever let anyone insignificant affect her mood." As Su Yirong spoke, she cast a glance, whether intentional or not, toward Leng Yanxi.

"Three-Cat, what do you say?" Lai Canghuang asked with a grin, exposing a mouth full of yellow, nicotine-stained teeth.

The daytime performance was for the benefit of onlookers; truly important matters were never discussed with him through mere pleasantries. The night was when the real show for Xie Junhe took place—Qin Xiao simply wanted him to understand that for a true Blood Ghost, there was only one path: to be utterly and hopelessly under another's control. Step by step, there was no telling how many trials still awaited him.

"This is a shelter I often used back in my early hunting days; now, it has become a sanctuary for the children," the old hunter said as he walked into the cave.

Chiyou turned his spear toward the Yan Emperor tribe, which had previously allied with the Yellow Emperor, and drove them into the Zhuolu region of Hebei Province, then under the Yellow Emperor's control.

Once dry, he took a letter tube and walked slowly toward the backyard. Pigeons circled at his feet, cooing incessantly. With a lift of his hand, a pigeon, as if sensing his intent, gently alighted on the back of his hand.

Tai Fang remained calm and composed, saying, "My lord, if you are unfamiliar with the affair of Duke Pei Du of the Tang Dynasty, have you heard these four lines of poetry: 'The return of the belt erases the ridges of logic, the returned gold plants the fragrance of the laurel branch'?"

Whether for her own sake or for Lucia's, Melinda would do everything in her power to ensure Lucia joined the Starlight Mercenary Group.

He shared no blood ties with her, yet he cared for her with such devotion. He Yixiang gradually realized that her hatred for Guo Lin had vanished. Thinking of his furrowed brow from the day before, she even felt a pang of heartache.

I have heard that those who are awakened often have a bit of morning grumpiness; I wonder if a demon, once awakened, possesses the same temperament?

Nan Zhouling looked absolutely incensed, as if ready to kill. At first, she had felt some regret over breaking off the engagement, but now she felt that if she hadn't, she would truly have regretted it.

Chen Zheng’s unfocused gaze gradually locked onto the black man, and his mind cleared in an instant.

Master Yuan and the others finally realized they were inside a magical artifact; they were both astonished and filled with wonder.

"Exactly, Old Kong was likely just joking with you all, and you actually took it seriously," many students from other classes questioned.

Zheng Lin also realized that she was of little use in such battles. Although her sword was formidable, the vitality of these Frost Demons was too immense; injuries from ordinary attacks meant nothing to them. She felt that even dealing a hundred points of damage to a Frost Demon with each strike was considered a lot.

Murong Moqing, however, did not think so. Feeling her chest being pressed, she glared at Hao Tianming, but at that moment, there was not a trace of foolishness left on his face. He looked resolute, like a sturdy, iron-willed man.

"Hey, Old Sun, where is that bitch?" A voice from the mobile phone reached everyone's ears. Old Man Lu, who had already dragged Yuan Yi and Lu Rui a distance away, saw his expression change drastically. He turned back, intending to stop Sun Yu, but it was already too late.

"The God of War—this is a man who defeated numerous quasi-emperors and fought for days against a Great Emperor before finally being suppressed," said Fatty Wang.

"That is possible. We only need to follow these ten stewards closely, and we will know where they are going," said Qin Yunyue.

In such an environment and with such advantages, everything at Feitian was developing in full, fiery swing...

Wei Cheng stated with extreme reluctance that the marriage proposal with the Lin family had fallen through, and then he could not help but grumble with suppressed irritation.

During this time, Yang Tian called the villa and learned that Zhou Yimei had ordered takeout and had already finished lunch with Li Yuxin and Nannan. Only then was he relieved, though Zhou Yimei’s tone was very displeased; she told him he must return in the afternoon, or she would tell him never to come back.

At this moment, Yang Zhan turned to the back of the pillar and looked, and everything became clear. It turned out that on the outer side of the pillar, there was a cloud-shaped mark, clearly caused by the pressure of a hard object.

Shangguan Hongyuan was unable to process this for a moment. Reminiscing about the past, Dao Ming had also been incredibly handsome—how had he become like this? Hearing Dao Ming’s voice, the crowd paused and looked at him, calling out "Master."

"Old Madam..." Seeing this, Hongyu felt a sense of panic in her heart, for in all the years she had spent by the Old Madam’s side, she had never seen her in such a state, as if she were possessed by a nightmare.

The middle-aged man seemed to have a broad mind. Despite the young man repeatedly showing him no respect, he did not fly into a rage; instead, he smiled with a calm expression and said nothing, merely waving his servants away.

"Of course it must be permitted. He has returned—how could it not be? You haven't forgotten the Yin Mountains, have you?" said Liu Xianglian.

As soon as the words left his mouth, Ming De knew he was finished. If he had left the palace alone, his father might have turned a blind eye, but this time he had brought his two younger sisters along to cause trouble. Even if his father were typically lenient, it was unlikely this would end well.

Initially, Li Ye’s inquiry into the identity of the owner of Room Three in the lobby was merely out of curiosity. Now that he hadn't found out, Li Qing only felt a sense of regret and no other emotion, though it seemed that Room Three, which could make the auction house attendants remain silent and refuse to utter a single word, was not as simple as it appeared.

"Alas, we can only slow our pace; if those Shadow Pavilion assassins are traveling at full speed and their direction coincides with ours, it won't be long before they catch up!" Having said this, a flash of murderous intent crossed Long Chen's eyes.

Cheng Mu shared his thoughts with the group, and it was immediately agreed upon by everyone. Some were even willing to participate more in the hunt, yielding their own cultivation time to Guo Jia, Qi Sheng, and the others.

Xia Wanyou channeled spiritual energy into the ribbon and flung it forward. The ribbon instantly enlarged. She stepped onto it, swayed left and right, and only after feeling steady did she drive her spiritual energy to begin a slow ascent.

The arrogant laughter echoed in every corner of the castle, leaving the Left and Right Envoys feeling incomparably terrified.