Volume 1, Chapter 40: I Am Not Jealous

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Zhang Yaqi trotted out from the kitchen to answer it.

"Yaqi." Standing outside was a tall man with refined features and a warm, gentle smile on his face.

Only the subordinates of the Potato Mercenary Group mattered to me. As for the rest of the people? While I would prefer not to see them slaughtered, it has nothing to do with me. It is merely the consequence of the Papal State's own leaders inviting disaster upon themselves; there is no reason for such a burden to be placed on my shoulders. Fede said to himself internally.

"Alright, just remember to bring her back tonight, otherwise her teeth grinding, snoring, and sleepwalking will scare the life out of someone," Jian Ning said to Lan Xiaopeng with a laugh.

Trembling, he raised a finger to point forward, his eyes wide, stuttering but unable to speak a word.

Taking a car? Although it wasn't a luxury vehicle, the fact that such things could appear here without obstruction made Yang Chong feel eager to try it. While it wasn't exactly high-tech, spaceships were everywhere; riding in a car like this would be a true rarity.

Furthermore, the blood shed by those demonic beasts during their slaughter instantly transformed into streams of crimson light, surging into the body of the Taowu.

"What kind of items could be inside?" Because of William's earlier performance, Yang Chong approached with curiosity. With a wave of his hand, thick, smoke-like ghostly energy billowed out. He pried open a crate, and upon seeing the contents, he cursed William for his cunning.

Accompanied by Kaxi’s voice, the outer layer of Nuo’s body peeled away completely, and a black spherical shell slowly emerged, gradually enveloping Nuo until he was entirely consumed by it.

Sado waved his large hand, and without warning, a blast of black mist struck Kota, sending him flying out of the dean's office.

Then, the blade let out a crisp sound—the kind of sound one hears when water splashes onto the ground.

"Then I'll speak!" Su Yi did not hesitate and began to recount what had happened between Wen Ya and him.

The great brown bear, Kibidi, had already vanished, leaving behind only a massive hole in the wall of the Spirit Society.

Fortunately, Zette was carrying those two pistols; surely they would be enough to inflict damage on the strange bird, right?

"Insolent! I am..." The leader, Roland, had just started to speak when he was struck head-on by the startled horse, which trampled right over him, leaving a deep rut across his face. The others dared not intervene and scrambled out of the way. Once the carriage had passed, they rushed to pull Roland to his feet.

Qi Hao was still suffering from a hangover and hadn't tidied himself up; he was wearing a very casual outfit, looking truly unkempt—hardly the image of an expert consultant.

Upon hearing that they were here to save someone, Qin Ji raised her staff and began to chant. She then pointed at the sealed gate, which began to decay, crumbling into fragments that fell to the ground.

I nodded and angrily rolled the dice. The die landed on: Number Four attacks Number One.

Even while the thin sword remained in its scabbard, the cold light it emanated caused everyone nearby to shudder involuntarily.

"Fine then." Ling Dang signaled for everyone to sit cross-legged. Huzi brought over a table and refreshments, even setting out wine.

Changing the subject, Madam Jiang Huang mentioned that the Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching and the family planned to go to Anlong Temple to burn incense and pray, taking the opportunity to offer honeyed fruits to the high monks there. Zhang Lekang, a devout Buddhist, immediately requested to accompany them. With him providing protection, there would be no need to worry about safety.

She was secretly astonished. Could it be... that she was also suspicious of her? Or had she already colluded with the head of the house, and this was an attempt to test her?