Volume 1, Chapter 61: The Songstress

Sure enough, the very next second, that moron recognized the two of them, and then led a group of people over to block their way. This is simply... Several thugs looked at Yujia with lecherous eyes and wanted to touch her, which was practically courting death.

Yang Dali put down the walkie-talkie and smashed his fist heavily against the railing. With a loud bang, a large chunk of the concrete railing was broken away, and gravel came tumbling down from the high-rise building.

"Stop keeping your focus entirely on Tianye. I can assure you that what happened earlier was not done by Tianye; there is something inside him controlling him. You believe me, don't you?" Hamore said faintly to Akagami Kayane.

Did that fail to bluff them? Madame Barabale thought to herself that things were looking bad, and hurriedly cast a wink at Luwin beside her.

"Handing over the person is wrong, and not handing them over is wrong either... What on earth should we do now?" Loras grew irritable. Schemes and political maneuvers were simply too far removed for this young and handsome Rainbow Knight.

Before Song Yuan could finish speaking, a spiritual pressure comparable to the early stage of the Heart-Stirring Realm was instantly unleashed from Song Zheng's body. An invisible pressure immediately made it hard for Song Yuan to breathe, as if a massive boulder was pressing down on his chest.

After all, they were just employees in his shop. Revealing a little to them was no big deal, since they weren't outsiders anyway.

Song Zheng slowly leaned his face closer to Zhao Qian. The faint fragrance emanating from Zhao Qian instantly drifted into his nose, and a trace of inexplicable emotional fluctuation stirred within Zhao Qian's heart. She slowly closed her beautiful eyes, waiting for Song Zheng to lean in closer.

Although somewhat surprised, Miyamoto Musashi knew that all of this stemmed from the mysterious help of that old man in the unseen realm.

"It's right up ahead... Walking to the end of this black border, that must be the destination, right?" Tianye thought to himself at that moment. After all, having cooperated with the system for so long, he understood how it operated.

Bai Qi did not give up. Persisting with renewed vigor, he softly cajoled, "Yuhan, let me touch you just once, just once." As he spoke, his restless hand moved once again, trying to break free from Xue Yuhan's delicate hand that was imprisoning his demonic claws, and bravely forge ahead toward his destination.

As for her wishes, she had two: first, to kill Zhao Lingxi to avenge her family; second, to assist her savior—who was also her master—in fulfilling his wish.

The Dark Night Saber was a martial technique practiced by Hao Weisuo. It was of the fourth grade of the Yellow Tier, immensely powerful and carrying a murderous aura. Once the Dark Night Saber was unleashed, heaven and earth would plunge into darkness, making enemies feel as though they were cast into hell and filling their hearts with bone-chilling terror.

He glared furiously at Fang Zheng, stopping in his tracks to regulate his breathing. Facing Fang Zheng, he finally felt a trace of fear.

However, nowadays bosses have grown shrewd. No matter how promising an investment looks, they deliberate over and over again, because the local political environment of domestic investment is something they simply cannot avoid.

With the exact same hairstyle, Xun Yi could style it with the noble and elegant air of a clear spring flowing over stones, yet Ji Shuhan could somehow effortlessly turn such a refined look into something brimming with romantic flattery.

Everyone was struck dumb with astonishment, staring in disbelief at the upright Marquis Chu kneeling on the ground.

Yet, after walking out of that dark and sunless place, she suddenly realized that everything in this world drastically diverged from her understanding.

"Let me tell you, don't you ever dare to be so arrogant again!" Fang Zheng looked coldly at Taixiong beneath his feet.

Hearing Li Zhaoyi's words, Zhu Shanshan subconsciously envisioned her younger sister's innocent and cheerful smile.

As for what happened tonight, with Chu Lianguo pretending to be a ghost, he wasn't worried at all. Seeing Jiang Yumeng getting so engrossed in "catching" it, he simply let her play to her heart's content without entertaining any other thoughts. How on earth could he have been scared to the point of severe impotence?

"Heh heh, I'm not that foolish. When the time comes, I'll fight if I can, and if I can't, I'll go rent a hotel room with you just to piss that bastard off to death," Yang Ming said with a wicked grin and a very smug expression.

"Humph, your Star Sect is nothing more than a bunch of bullies relying on sheer numbers!" Qin Xiong shouted disdainfully and angrily.

Her previous assistant and lover had tried to frame her, but after being exposed, the assistant was subsequently run over and killed in a car accident. Since the driver of that vehicle died on the spot, the matter was simply dropped.

In fact, Lin Tianyi still harbored the notion of heading directly to the Demon Lord's City to make inquiries. Yet, upon second thought, given his current strength, going to the Demon Lord's City to fish for information would be tantamount to seeking death.

Looking into his gaze, Hua Lingluo suddenly felt a bit shy. Just a moment ago, she had only felt fear and anger, but now her face was burning slightly.

"Yang Ming, have you made up your mind?" Seeing Yang Ming's continued nonchalant attitude, Chen Yuanyuan grew rather curious.

The progressively thinner air led to a drop in atmospheric pressure, lower temperatures, and a decrease in magical concentration. At an altitude of ten thousand meters, such high skies virtually rejected all living creatures. Yet now there were rumors that not only did life exist at such an altitude, but there was also a city located there.

In order to successfully land the nanny position, she had spent a considerable amount of money and effort pulling strings to get directly selected.

Chen Suhua also seemed to sense Yang Ming's gaze; her face would flush from time to time, and her eyes held a trace of inner turbulence.

Facing the curses and ridicule of the crowd, Wu Tian sneered dismissively. He had seen scenes like this countless times, and his attitude toward them was simply to ignore them.

"Impossible. We operated with extreme secrecy; the Devouring Demons would never pay attention to this place. Something must have gone wrong somewhere," their leader said with a stern expression.

Gaokang was shocked. He knew very well that the alchemy furnaces here were all of the superior Moon Tier. When refining fifth-grade advanced Moon Wheel Pills, it was simply impossible for a furnace to rupture.

I was startled violently and looked toward the doorway. Gu Xingchen in front of me also turned his head toward the door in astonishment.

Then... although his vision was restricted by the thick demonic essence, his senses suffered no such limitation. Consequently, Saint Lord Chigu perceived a pressure that instinctively filled him with terror.

Yet the moment this thought crossed his mind, as if struck by a flash of insight, another matter he had almost overlooked suddenly came to mind.

"Tell me, do you only have missions and work in your eyes most of the time?" Wu Tian asked, eating as he looked at Zhou Nan sitting opposite him.

In the blink of an eye, the dozens of people in the lead were reduced to mere skeletons. This caused the faces of the Corpse-Sensing tribe members trailing behind to change drastically while they desperately dodged the impact of the water dragon, significantly hindering their advancing speed.