Volume 1, Chapter 25: The Old Lady's Malicious Scheme

Zhuo Yifan hesitated. He did not intend to bring Tianwuzi along, as Tianwuzi had only come to Skeleton Mountain to offer assistance, and it would not be right to let him risk his life. Furthermore, Tianwuzi’s cultivation was inferior to that of Yuan Sheng, and even a notch below his own; if something were to happen to him, it would be impossible to answer to Master Ziyang upon his return.

Chen Yue curled her lips in a sneer. If it weren't for this stud, she would not have had to endure such suffering.

"Give me the negatives of the photos, and swear that you will never breathe a word about my illegitimate child for as long as you live," Chen Zhijun said.

All that could be said was that despite the worry in her heart, she would let things take their course; once the wind had blown, not a speck of dust would remain.

"I haven't seen a human in decades. Do you think I will let you leave?" The old man’s figure flickered, and his withered, bony fingers were already clamped around Shangguan Jue’s throat. Shangguan Jue didn't even have a chance to dodge; in an instant, his life was in another's hands. The feeling was truly abysmal.

On the way back, An Luochu remained silent, a pensive expression on her face. Gu Yangguang found it increasingly amusing; was she still lost in the sad story of the movie?

As we spoke, we arrived in the basement. It was not very large, about forty square meters, divided into two rooms: one for storing miscellaneous items, and the other for housing firearms, ammunition, and various contraband drugs. Xie Linglong was imprisoned in the room filled with clutter.

"Enough, both of you, be quiet." An Luochu felt that if she heard them argue any longer, her head would explode.

He walked to the door and kicked it open with a violent force, but the sight before him caused his mind to collapse completely.

Every five-star card crafter is a significant figure in the nation. Li Mu had never imagined that a five-star card crafter in this school could only serve as a vice principal. If so, how much more formidable must the headmaster be?

Seeing Zhou Tian looking at her, Zhou Ling’er swallowed the next words that were on the tip of her tongue, smiled faintly, and lowered her head, her face flushed.

"My Lady, should we inform the three young masters about the General being poisoned?" asked a nanny in dark blue attire beside Lin Qiaoxi.

We were in a similar situation to him, though we did not let out the blood-curdling screams that he did. After what we considered a relatively safe landing, we were startled by the countless torches lighting up before us, fearing we had been surrounded by dark magic monsters.

Swish, swish, swish—the Drought Demon was dismantled by the four swords. After a glance at the dismembered creature, Yan Wu recalled the Four Immortal-Slaying Swords, which transformed into feathers and embedded themselves into her wings.

After absorbing the dimensional power of Meng'er, the eagle entered a state of sudden enlightenment.

"Since the Old Matriarch does not blame me, and today is so dreadfully dull, Yu Kou, though untalented, wishes to perform a shadow puppet show for you personally. I hope you can critique it and see if it is any good." Wen Yukou blinked, chin held high, looking so eager to show off what she had learned that it made people laugh.

"Damn it!" Yan Wu was absolutely furious. She flapped her wings, soared into the sky, manifested the Immortal-Slaughtering Sword, and struck out—bang, bang, bang—she did not know how many blows she had landed, yet the wine gourd remained resilient, without a single mark upon it.

What should she do? She didn't even dare to cry out loud. If such a thing were to spread, her entire life would surely be ruined.

"How could that be! My sincerity is witnessed by heaven and earth," Lin Feng said, patting his chest and swearing on his oath.

Today was not a particularly important day, yet the relatives of Lin Chengqi had gathered together to share a reunion dinner.

Boom! Dense and ferocious bolts of lightning finally crashed down one after another, forcing Lin Yu to stop and contend with them.

Standing on the grass outside the cave, gazing at the boundless sea surrounding them, with a landmass floating in the dim yellow sky and a massive sun emitting a gentle, non-blinding light... no matter how one looked at it, this was not a scene that should exist inside a cave.

The two felt a doubt stir within them, but Wang Yaqiao looked solemn, his eyes fixed firmly on Xiao Shan.

Lin Yu knocked it on the head in annoyance, though he felt a bit guilty, thinking he had indeed gone too far.

"If he wants to brag, let him. He wants to serve in the Dayu Chamber of Commerce; what do you want him to do? Tell me about it." Once A-Zheng saw Xie Tian speak this way, he knew he had given his tacit consent, so he scratched his head in embarrassment.

He had stayed on Mount Tai for a full two hundred years and knew its one hundred and eight peaks like the back of his hand. He had sensed something just now, which was why he wore such an expression.

As the final word fell, the Demon Dragon took direct control of Ye Zixuan’s body, and he stomped hard upon the ground.

The cave extended downward, and as we followed the path deeper, the surroundings gradually lost all light. Liko moved to the front of the party and released a skill to light the way for us.

"Is there anyone else at home? Can you let us in?" The two exchanged a glance, a flash of burning greed appearing in their eyes. Though it vanished in an instant, they both understood, for they had heard two or three crisp, childish voices ringing out from within the courtyard.