Chapter 90: The Underworld Bounty Notice

Liu Shen, filled with doubt, tidied up the small bed in the room that was used for storing sundries. He then gave the middle-aged woman a rough cleaning, fed her some pills for internal injuries, and settled her on the bed before leaving the room.

He had originally been waiting for his senior sister to help him with his cultivation, but unexpectedly learned that emissaries from the upper ranks of the Canal Gang had arrived, and both his senior sister and Hall Master Hu had gone to receive them.

The Qingsha Gang was a branch of the Canal Gang, and he truly was a Hall Master of the Qingsha Gang.

Master Xuannan from Shaolin Temple emerged with a Buddhist greeting, bowed slightly to Mo Yixing, and spoke with a faint smile.

After that, Bai Hanxi pulled me out to a Hummer parked outside the villa. Once inside, she glared at me in annoyance and said nothing.

Seeing Li Zi and He’s expression, Rake and Miao Jueyang instinctively took a few steps back. Was this guy about to take it out on them? Did he have a thing for men? A string of questions instantly sprang up in their minds. Though both were capable, they felt powerless in such a situation.

Yang Tian fell into deep thought. This had happened once before when dealing with Taiyi, and now it appeared again, leaving him uncertain about the true nature of the matter.

I knew his yellow barrier was nothing but an illusion and couldn’t trap anything, but I dared not act rashly. If I got caught up in that yellow mist, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Su Forty-Seven was an exception. Back then, he even managed to chase off Hu Kaixuan in his combat armor; his strength seemed at least on par with mine. His abilities made him stand out even among the entire Xinjiang Base. To have such a talented general, I truly owed Kaokao my gratitude.

After a while, a tall man in prison garb appeared before the public—a gleaming white bald head, a pale face with puffy cheeks, and his hands and feet shackled in silver, glowing manacles.

Tianlan giggled. She didn’t believe it; now Su Wei seemed shrouded in an air of mystery.

My father, proud as ever, ignored it, but while we were distracted in conversation, he quietly nodded his agreement.

Duan Jiaojiao was very pleased with my answer, saying I was becoming more and more to her liking. If I kept performing so well, I’d have a bright future ahead—perhaps I might even marry her one day.

A sudden shift in mindset calmed Xiao Yan’s previously restless heart, restoring his inner peace like an ancient, unruffled lake.

While everyone was talking, Wang Mazi, comforted by Old Wu, had managed to regain some composure. After hearing Captain Song and the others’ speculations, his expression finally improved, though the initial discovery had nearly scared him to death.

Few couples in this world could match her parents, whose love endured unchanged through the years. Yet their way of life and their theories on keeping love fresh could never simply be copied by others.

The soldier said nothing, pried open Yang Xiu’s fingers, applied the medicine, set the meal in front of him, then turned and left the cell.

If she hadn’t broken through the barrier to get in, she would have died long ago. Only the abundant trace elements here and the climate that automatically adjusted to body temperature allowed her to cling to life.

The soldiers were curious about the sudden decrease in numbers, but seeing Captain Song’s dark expression, none dared ask more.

Luduan was the mythical ancient beast of the old Shu kingdom—able to travel ten thousand miles a day, fluent in all languages, and truly the king of all beasts. On the day Shu fell, he hadn’t seen Luduan, and so he had always thought it was merely a legend among the ancient Shu people.

“Come, Shuisheng, to my residence for a while. Let the family doctor give you a thorough check-up,” Qiu Changlin said, draping an arm around Jiang Shuisheng’s neck and casting a dissatisfied glance at the lavish carriage.

For now, only fewer than ten have been made, all handed to the upper ranks of Snow Moon. There’s been no mass production yet.