38. The Heartless Scum Who Abandoned His Wife and Children (13)

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Perhaps because everyone had grown accustomed to Chu Hanyi’s presence over the past few days, no one noticed the shift in her inner state. They all finished their dinner quickly, preparing to retire for the night.

Had he not been enfeoffed as a most unremarkable vassal king, this alone would have been enough to make Zhu Jinyu heighten his guard early on.

The more casually he spoke, the more Qu Qingyan could sense the peculiar nature of this group.

When Dong Haocheng had originally gone to Shaanxi, the local officials in the Northwest were already uneasy; once Zhu Jinrui led his troops to seize the account books of several prefectural offices, they knew disaster was imminent.

Countless eons later, within that chaos resembling an egg, two powerful spiritual consciousnesses were born one after another. Inheriting the essence of the primordial ether, they subsequently took form. These two great chaotic powerhouses were the Ancient God Pangu and the Dao Ancestor Hongjun.

In those phoenix eyes lay a cruelty devoid of reason, which sent a chill through Luo Shuiyi. She knew that if she could not escape today, her end would surely be miserable.

While dazed and mesmerized, she felt a tap on her shoulder. Regaining her senses, she looked over to see Jin Lin puckering his lips toward the rear. Looking back, she saw Ao Guang gazing at her with hopeful eyes, his right hand gesturing forward, unmistakably signaling, "Please, step inside."

At this, Taotie wore a mischievous grin and vanished in a blur of motion, likely off to seek information from Elder Feng.

Tang Yuxi was amused by Jiaojiao’s pettiness. Watching her look so proud despite having been dealt such a great injustice, she stopped her bodyguards from restraining her.

"Merlin, have you forgotten the military order I just mentioned? Article five of the military code!" Bai Qi said with a grim face.

"Zhan’er, spread this news tomorrow." After Qin Feng left, a flicker of wisdom shone in Qin Qiong’s eyes.

The rotation of the blood-colored vortex, which had been stable, suddenly jerked to a halt. Then, under Beiluo’s control, it spun violently in the opposite direction.

"We can tell you when you're dead!" The two assassins, clearly unwilling to waste time, clenched their fists and charged toward Ye Long.

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The assassin Lin, standing behind, was also stunned. He gasped, never expecting such a result.

That was an extremely rare potion he had once seen in the hands of another thief guild leader—a top-tier epic-grade healing potion. Whether due to its astronomical, priceless value or its legendary, heaven-defying effect of "preserving life as long as one hasn't stopped breathing," it was the object of envy.

Ye Fei was truly agitated. He had been waiting for his master, Mr. Feng Zhi, to come find him. His heart held too many confusions and bewilderments, too many karmic obstacles and illusions waiting for Mr. Feng Zhi to resolve.

Jin Chong was silent. After the events of that year, he had also worked hard to investigate the destruction of the Luo family, but there had always been a vast discrepancy between his findings and what he had seen with his own eyes. Now, it seemed, perhaps it was as Xiao Mohuo had said.

Not only did he have the Doomsday God Venerable, but he also commanded many other forces; theoretically, he possessed the strength to slay the Demon Ancestor.

The lobby of the royal palace building was empty. Being daytime, the light was much stronger than at night. Because the Tyrant King disliked fire, sunlight, and lamps, there were very few light sources in the palace, and the bulbs were very dim.

Ling Yan rubbed his forehead helplessly: he felt a bit dizzy. It seemed he had been truly exhausted lately, even staying up late to finish gifts after returning.

"Thank you for the explanation, Senior. But Senior, if we just walk across a distance of one hundred thousand miles, it will take quite a lot of time, won't it?" Lin Qing said softly.

"Nonsense, only an idiot wouldn't pay her for her work!" Wasn't that just looking for trouble? He had simply wanted to correct his employee’s part-time mentality, yet he was framed for using financial inducement?

"This thing—could it be powered by beads of negative emotion?" Lin Qing voiced a thought he himself found unbelievable! Negative emotion, human emotion—how could such a thing be used to power a formation?

From then on, Xu De completely dropped his pretenses, using the wooden carving of the galloping horse to ask Chen Feng detailed questions about aspects of carving that had previously left him feeling puzzled or stuck.

"Zero, do you think this could be the work of demonic cultivators? I don't mean the evil human cultivators, but the genuine, orthodox demonic path!" Lin Qing said in a low voice.

"Then I really must thank you for your concern." Chen Feng had no desire to continue the idle chatter; he hung up the phone abruptly after saying this in a huffy tone.

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Liu Rengui did not like Dugu Fu, just as he had not liked me at the beginning. He believed that those who entered the agricultural school through family connections were not worth mentioning, at best merely well-bred playboys.

"My hometown is not Pingzhou. That’s a long story; let’s talk about it another time." Ning Cheng did not want to discuss this issue.

To achieve this with just a long spear and the divine power within his body—this person was definitely worthy of the notice of the Immortal-Slashing Platform.

Each one glared with murderous intent at the members of the Dongfang family present, causing their faces to turn deathly pale. What kind of youth was this, to be able to summon these four divine beasts?

"Does this mean that the Heavenly God Sect and the Hanging Temple will eventually be in the palm of his hand?" Ling Tianyue’s expression could not help but grow grave; after all, her Moon Sect also had to pass the trial of the Demon Mountain Moon.

"See Wang Feibai? Senior sister, why are you going to see that Wang Feibai? You mustn't take such risks!" Liang Simeng realized what was happening upon hearing this.

"It’s me, it’s my fault. That feeling of being together is gone between us, so I chose divorce to let each other go." Qi He explained it lightly, but her words felt like a sting to her.

Everyone nodded in agreement with Er Pang’s idea. Er Pang began asking around to see which tavern was the most famous. Having not had a proper meal in over ten days, he was as energized as if he had been injected with adrenaline.

"So what?" Barefoot on the snow, a cool, icy sensation seeped into her skin, then was enveloped by her inner energy, making Ling Tianyue’s internal force even more frigid.