Chapter 61: You Are Not My Trouble (Bonus Chapter)

"You bitch, still want to run?" The man pinned Sang Yu beneath him, grabbing her chin and speaking with vicious cruelty.

The world before her eyes grew increasingly blurry, but she could still vaguely see the fierce man pulling out the white handkerchief from earlier...

Jiang Jingming was reading through the case files when a sudden, sharp ache pierced his heart.

He distinctly felt a profound and sharp surge of panic deep within his left chest.

It felt as though something momentous was about to happen.

Li Songyan's expression turned frosty. The moment he looked at Lin Yang, his fists clenched involuntarily.

Seeing Yao Xuan question her, Xian'er offered a sweet smile and explained in a smooth, magnetic voice.

A towering, peerless sword immortal phantom, two zhang high, suddenly rose from behind Zhuo Ling'er. The moment this phantom appeared, everyone who laid eyes on it could feel an ethereal and mighty aura emanating from it, rushing forward to wash over the crowd.

Yet, deep within his subconscious, there remained a trace of inexplicable understanding—a remarkably strange sensation.

Back in the boundless macrocosm, Qiao Jun had often done the same, operating within a supreme superpower vastly greater than the Azure Sparrow Sect.

During their clash, ripples of immense power spread outward, slicing the surrounding soil, rocks, and forests into countless shreds by the sheer force of the sword qi.

Gradually, something new emerged within the darkness, resembling twinkling stars or fluttering snowflakes.

Out of the 365 multiverses, only a little over sixty have been successfully cleared so far, which proves that conquering them is an exceptionally difficult task.

"Just grab me anything will do," Su Nanquan said, feeling too embarrassed to stand up directly.

This was by no means alarmist talk. In his past life, countless people fancied themselves as highwaymen, making fortunes through armed robbery, but every single one of them met a miserable death.

"Grieving?" Luo Zhen asked indifferently. "Who is grieving more than whom?" A grief that demanded the total destruction of body and soul to sever—could even the verge of madness compare to it?

"Really? You are simply the best, Master Tang Lin!" The two novice models could not help but smile.

"Hiyah..." With a mighty shout from Yang Ju, a massive tree in the distance—one that two men could barely wrap their arms around—swayed violently under the force of his fist wind.

"I am not afraid, because I have you. I refuse to hide behind your back. I am willing to face the enemy together with you. Have you forgotten? We promised each other once... to live together, and to die together..." Qider gripped his hand and said.

She didn't even have the chance to report to him beforehand... Luo Zhen's heart skipped a beat as she clutched the satin handkerchief in her hand tighter.

Hearing those words, I damn near collapsed, endlessly asking myself in my heart: Would a man really agree to this? Would a man really agree to this?

Hearing this, Ling Yun was struck with utter dismay. Any thoughts of a counter-offensive plan against Wa vanished instantly from his mind. He immediately instructed Dawn to settle the task rewards right away, called out to Huo'er to leap onto his shoulder, and pushed open the door to stride outside.

He needed to dispel these lingering bouts of anxiety without a moment's delay; otherwise, no one would be able to work properly for him.

The first time he encountered Tang Chong was in Hong Kong. If nothing unexpected happened, it must have been in Hong Kong that Tang Chong slew Long Aoque's disciple.

Without encountering such a fortuitous opportunity, Guo Qin would have had to rely entirely on his own cultivation, with only him and Zhang Ding assisting him in finding higher-tier cultivation methods and martial arts techniques to study.

Wang Tao and his friend arrived at the entrance of the room. As he and his friend stepped back, a waiter assisting with their operation pressed the room's doorbell with trembling fingers.

"If there are no issues, can we settle the bill now?" Looking at the pleasantly surprised pair, Lao Jiu asked with a smile at the corner of his mouth.

That being said, the world of Pili also favors heavy swords over other weapons. After much deliberation, the path of the sword remains the best choice.

Not to mention the ninjas themselves, even Mi Du standing behind Lao Jiu and Fu Qiang on the side stared at Lao Jiu in utter shock, looking at him as if he were a complete stranger.