Ninety-five A Life of Happiness

Good grief, you’re a demon—what are you even watching on TV, and it’s a war drama about resisting Japan? What are you up to?

A day later, Li Mo finally bit off a corner of the lotus leaf. Since he could not crush it with his teeth, he simply swallowed that piece whole.

“I am the boss,” Zhang Tianyi said with a faint smile. Even if Leng Yu had come, it would have been useless; this kind of matter had to be handled by him. Besides, this fellow kept insisting on seeing the boss—heaven knew what unspeakable scheme he was plotting.

“Well? It’s covered, isn’t it? You can’t see it anymore. Amazing, isn’t it?” Chen Hao asked with a pleased smile.

In a concealed mountain cave, Duan Yun struck the stone and earth at the entrance with a palm, sealing the opening completely, then took out a token.

They pitched their tents beneath a great tree, the tents nearly touching one another. Lin Yuming fetched some branches as well, sharpened one end with a knife to face outward and buried the other end in the ground, making a ring of obstacles around the tents, saying it would prevent some wild beasts from coming in.

“Tomorrow I’ll make a few calls. You don’t need to pay attention to those people—keep production normal and business as usual,” Yue Song said after some thought to Li Xiang.

In fact, after a thorough investigation, Alice and the others were greatly surprised to discover that, aboard the Violet Chamber of Commerce’s merchant ship on this voyage, besides the publicly known Old Wood, Nia herself—the current president of the Violet Chamber of Commerce—had also been on the fleet.

Ye Qingci slapped the wrist of the dead-fish-eyed man. He did not even dodge, and she still landed the blow, as if he had offered his wrist to her on purpose.

Suddenly, she turned around and strode toward the liquor cabinet. Tang Jifeng frowned, only to see that she had already opened a bottle with practiced ease and was hugging it to her chest as she began to drink heavily.

The door opened again. Xierni thought Sima Youyue had regretted it and had come out to apologize to her, and she smiled with triumph. But before her smile had fully bloomed, it froze on her face.

In the days that followed, because Zhou Yunmei was displeased about what had happened that day, she was always either snappish or openly hostile toward Fang Pingying, and when she spoke, she did so with barbed, sarcastic jabs.

Su Ke walked to the tea table, picked up the teapot, and skillfully refilled the half-empty cup in Li Xiehua’s hands, then bowed to her with exceptional solemnity.

“Leave it to me. In terms of experience in large-scale warfare, I don’t think I’ll be any worse than your elemental heroes,” Alice said, taking on the task with great confidence.

From the muzzles scattered across the body of the construct dragon, flames suddenly burst forth, and then one shell after another erupted from the barrels, shooting toward the demon forces on the ground at great speed.

“But back then my soul was damaged, and I didn’t remember anything before my death, so I didn’t know either of your names. If I had known then, I might have spared her life,” she teased.

“Father!” Rong Yue protested, stamping her foot lightly. Rong Tian let out a chuckle, while Qiu Xuan scratched his head and grinned foolishly.

Gone? What did that mean? Upon hearing that Bai Li Cangming had vanished, Qin Susu’s heart jolted violently.

“All right, then from now on we’ll stay here—” Facing the mountains, Qin Susu smiled with dazzling allure. She had lived through luxury, and she had lived through knife-edge danger; now, these ordinary days were what she truly wanted.

Su Nianan nodded, his hand still around her waist, and he guided her straight into the boutique.

“So what happened?” Mo Youran, listening at the wall outside, poked his head in. Why was there still no movement? Could it be that Nangong Xiao was incapable?

Hearing this, Qin Susu only smiled—a smile full of ridicule. A bedslave? Heh... How could he even think of such a thing? Did he really imagine she adored him? Even if she had, that would have been the former Qin Susu only; it had nothing whatsoever to do with her now.

It was not until she met Ji Lerong in person that even Ji Lerong’s expression toward her was solemn. Without the slightest hesitation, he took her directly to the rear hall, and even now there was still no news at all.

Yet this time, it was through the token dropped by the monster—the "Eight Directions Thunder Command"—so how was he supposed to become a thunder assassin?

At that moment, the four of them had all gone a little mad with killing intent. In the midst of the fighting, they had unknowingly begun to shift positions. And the direction they were moving toward was precisely the place where the Fire Cloud Grand Formation had gone out of control.

At last, one person near the door noticed that the originally closed door of the ancestral hall had somehow been opened, and inside the hall there was actually a person who was not from White Family Village.

After hearing Ah Xu’s words, Qing Rang exchanged a glance with Yu Zichen, and the two of them seemed to understand something. Duanmu Yunze’s imprisonment was a result both sides were happy to see: the one who had framed the crown prince had found a scapegoat, while the court also intended to shift the crown prince’s disgrace onto Duanmu Yunze.

As for Luo Hou, he now had everything he could want, and whatever he desired, he obtained. In his hands were the Black Lotus of World Destruction, the Spear of Slaying Gods, the Four Immortal Swords and the Immortal Execution Diagram, and on top of that, the Soul Summoning Banner he had forged by combining demonic qi with rare materials collected from the primal lands. Luo Hou was brimming with confidence now, considering himself first under Heaven and placing no one in his eyes.

“Heh, who was the one so eager to come and eat?” Jin Guangyan replied with easy composure.

This fact could be confirmed by the sealed consciousnesses in his left arm and right arm; they had witnessed the entire process of blood spraying forth, sinister, ferocious, and violent.

Tie Shengshan kept muttering questions nonstop, and his excitement and exhilaration were easy to feel. Ding Zhan stole a glance: the Old Master Tie seated in the chair was, however, extremely calm, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.