Volume One, Chapter 45: The Unfortunate Cheng Wang

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Cheng Wang walked toward Jiang Yihuan with one hand in his pocket, his gaze brazenly and unabashedly roaming over her from head to toe, sparing not a single part of her.

“Yihuan, what have you been busy with lately? How come you haven’t come to see me?”

“Young Master Cheng is busy with important affairs every day. How would I dare disturb you?”

“Now, that’s not fair. No matter how busy I am, I still have to see you.” Cheng Wang boldly reached out, intending to touch her face.

Jiang Yihuan seized him by the wrist and glared coldly at him. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Cheng Wang lowered his head to look at his painfully constricted wrist, somewhat surprised by the strength in Jiang Yihuan’s grip.

She looked slender and delicate, yet she had quite a bit of force in her.

Cheng Wang licked his...

The night outside had already deepened into absolute darkness, but since it was New Year’s Eve, it would not be long before fireworks filled the sky. The road ahead, too, would be illuminated by their dazzling blooms.

Naturally, as the bodies of several ancient demon spirits gradually solidified, that instinctive inheritance continued as well. Shi Quan could clearly feel more and more information concerning the Divination Emperor being branded into his mind. Having already gained experience with the Medicine Emperor, he was now handling the process with ease.

The thought had barely appeared in Zhuang Feng’s mind when he slapped himself across the face. Wasn’t that simply courting death? His clan had gone to great lengths to keep these people hidden for the past ten years. Doing this would be no different from delivering them straight into someone else’s hands.

Taking advantage of the lull, John saw that even the White Ape Sun Wukong was staring blankly at the Azure Dragon, and could not help roaring in fury.

He Changdi was tall and slender, with an extraordinary bearing. In particular, he had once fought on the battlefield and truly crossed blades with the Tuhun people, giving him the murderous air of a soldier. How could an old nursemaid who had spent years confined to the inner household dare neglect him?

“Junior Brother, shouldn’t we find somewhere to stay first, then go to the Hall of Elders after a few days?” Yu Yuan asked Yuan Wei.

Fuli narrowed her eyes and flicked her right hand. A resounding slap struck his face, instantly swelling one side of it.

Robin’s wife was in poor health and needed rest. Huan-Ting and Mu Ai left the room before Robin Wuno. Huan-Ting watched him draw the curtains and gently close the door, every gesture revealing him to be a thoughtful and attentive lover.

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Helmsman Chen knew that he had secretly visited the Tea-Horse Gang the previous night, then returned and hurriedly dragged him off to find Zhang Yizhen. Hearing him say this, he agreed aloud, but inwardly wondered: Could the envoy have some connection with the Tea-Horse Gang?

Chu Yunnuan slowly opened her eyes. When she saw Su Nan, she turned away awkwardly, then closed her eyes again, pretending not to know anything.

“What do you mean? This is a place of business. How can you drive customers away? Aren’t you deliberately bullying people?” Li Xiangning slapped the counter and made a great commotion.

She wasn’t as good as Zhu Niang, who knew how to appreciate me. Liang Long felt indignant on behalf of Chu Huaixian. “She smiled at you a little more, and it turns out she only wanted you to buy flowers.”

Chu Huaixian corrected him inwardly: She wanted me to buy flowers and, on top of that, keep quiet.

It was not until the sun began to sink in the west that Eighth Lady finally finished preparing all the dishes: a mutton and radish casserole, a clear crucian carp soup, a tofu and vermicelli soup she had named Ink-Wash Landscape, poached fish slices, lion’s-head meatballs, stir-fried pork with green peppers, and white cabbage dressed in vinegar.

Eighth Lady helped Huang’er wash her hands and face first, then went to see Father. After the two of them paid their respects, Huang’er went on to the schoolhouse.

“I’ll wait for you.”

Wait for you to let down your guard. Chi Jinfeng left the words unspoken in his heart, saying them instead to Ning Xia.

This truly was a journey of a thousand miles. Given the relationship between his family and Chai Nineteen, they were nowhere near close enough to warrant such a trip. His actions were, in truth, utterly baffling.

Over the past few years, the two families had been locked in continual open and covert struggles, providing no shortage of gossip for the people of Cuiluan City. Yet it had always been Prosperity Tower that took the initiative to provoke them, while White Cloud Residence rarely fought back in such a conspicuous manner. Now, no one knew why Young Master Fang had suddenly become so ruthless, developing the desire to uproot Prosperity Tower completely.

After calling out twice, it opened its mouth, and an icy current of air poured forth, blowing toward all the passengers.

At the thought of this, he was filled with another wave of lamentation. If they had known when to stop after gaining an advantage that day, the thirty thousand Divine Fire soldiers would not have later suffered near-total annihilation.

Mo Kui suddenly stroked the Golden Flood Dragon beside him. Golden light immediately blazed around it, and then it vanished.

Savoring the royal-grade tribute wine Beirut had brought out, Fang Can sat comfortably on a sofa, waiting for the other man to get to the point. Golden Eye stood silently behind him with his hands clasped behind his back.

“Ha...” The two dead totem warriors began to hiss softly, eyeing everyone except Nightwatcher with hostility. The legendary captives remained silent, looking mournfully at their former comrades, who now treated their enemy as their master.

Seeing this, the nearby Rock-Hiding ninjas immediately surged forward in a murderous assault. With eyes blood-red, the group was determined to hack the enemy before them into pieces.

After the City of Hell ended, many of the True Gods who had survived by sheer luck were forced to retreat and move together with the large attack formations, lest they be struck by area-of-effect super-tier spells.

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Thus, within the Fat Wizard’s field of vision, everything regained its color. Yet at the same time, it also became strange and absurd... including the wizard himself, of course.

Such a mysterious place—and a forbidden one at that. To pass by without taking a look would be utterly unlike Ding Zhan, the eldest young master of Windcloud Immortal Manor. Besides, the surrounding stone forest was the only place where he could recover the true energy he had expended.

When it came to understanding and wielding power, Fang Can possessed a grandmaster’s level of mastery. Even though, after exchanging blows, he discovered that Mad Wolf’s strength, speed, and even physical toughness were no weaker than his own, he could still suppress the latter completely.

That was to exploit the fact that the Three-Headed Sand Serpent loathed water: provoke it into anger and make it spit out more venom.

Ai had not died. His body was dozens of times more resilient than an ordinary person’s, and he was protected by his lightning-release armor. Although he had been struck by Sun and Moon’s Mountain-Breaking Strike, he had suffered only a few broken bones and some internal injuries.

It was obvious that Blue Whale Island and the Blue Whale Marquis were far more important than the first stage of the Hero Mission. As long as the Grand Alliance could hold this place, its rate of development would be utterly beyond that of any other alliance.

Hedan Batur stroked the iron armor Huang Daquan had polished until it gleamed, as though caressing a beautiful woman.

As for the twenty million promised by Second Aunt, she had given only five hundred thousand. This was certainly not the Feng family’s usual way of doing things.

“Hand me the form!”

I silently accepted the form, then turned my head toward Uncle Ninth without a word. Uncle Ninth was turning to look at me at the same moment.

But then they noticed that the two gray wolves had suddenly stopped. They paced about in place, seemingly afraid to enter.

There were not many warriors in Hedan Batur’s tribe, and their equipment was poor. If two additional suits of leather armor could improve their defenses and increase their combat strength even slightly, Huang Yi was more than happy to see it done.

At this stage, the streets of the country were flooded with the popular trends of worshiping Korea and Japan. Clothing, cosmetics, hairstyles, and even cuisine had all been seriously affected by the invasion.

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