Chapter 43 Flattery

This shopping spree had been a massive haul. The father and daughter together could not carry all the items, and in the end, thanks to the bailiffs who spared them a thought over a meal, they were allowed to place their goods in the corner of a mule cart, which finally enabled them to make the trip back.

When they were unloading the goods, Chen Shan happened to be there and looked at the father and daughter's large bundles with curiosity.

"Hey, what kind of things did you bring back? There are so many!"

The bailiff unloading goods nearby heard this, and remembering how Zhaozhao had comically cried wolf earlier, pointed...

Mu Zhilan raised a charming smile at herself in the mirror, but upon seeing the distorted and ferocious face reflected there, she flew into a rage and hurled the comb in her hand straight at it. The mirror instantly shattered into multiple pieces under the heavy force and fell to the ground. The two maids who had been waiting in the room were terrified by the sudden turn of events and abruptly dropped to their knees.

With just those words, Lu Yiping slammed down the phone in a fright, and then cursed Xie Yi as a bastard for playing such a huge joke on him.

Su Qiong found it hard to believe. He thought of the youth filled with a murderous aura like Chen Dugu, the leader of the death-squad bodyguards who guarded the peace of the Black Cloud through the long night.

"You won't suddenly let go before I've gotten a firm grip, will you?" Xing Fuchen forced himself not to let his body tremble, but the speed at which he extended his left hand was painfully slow to the extreme.

To their surprise, not only did the three of them remain completely expressionless, but Su Qiong even leisurely kept his hands tucked inside his sleeves.

"Luo Bai! Do not overestimate yourself! We will absolutely not yield the mountain path of Golden Tripod Mountain to you!" Huang Rongrong said coldly.

Before long, a group of people rushed over and began brawling with the buzz-cut man and his crew. Amidst the sounds of the fight, shouts of "Brother Hu" could be mixed in.

Logically speaking, President Cheng was an enemy in my eyes now, but deep down, I still respected him very much.

Kanaan wanted to struggle, but the people following Beiming Xie and Beiming Tu were quite capable, and in just a few swift moves, they had Kanaan all tied up.

Yet back then, despite McCallan's repeated dissuasion, she had been as if possessed, insisting on coming here. It seemed as though some fatal and irresistible force was drawing her in.

Xu Zheng was aware of this kind of behavior, but he simply turned a blind eye and pretended not to see it, believing that nitpicking everything only spoiled the mood. It wasn't forced buying or selling anyway, as long as it didn't ruin everyone's fun.

Princess Kilian caught Xu Zheng's gaze. Never expecting a commoner to possess such daring and poise, she froze slightly, her gaze turning increasingly frosty. Unfazed, Xu Zheng instead raised his wine glass toward her, smiled faintly, and made a toast gesture. The Princess pressed her lips together, her eyes growing even colder.

Although Jun Ao had awakened his ancient bloodline and his strength had soared, after breaking his elixir and forming his infant to produce three nascent souls, he utilized the Three-Self consciousness and the technique of One Breath Transforming into Three Pure Ones to disperse his strength. Even so, his power still underwent an explosive surge because he had leaped straight from the Golden Elixir realm into the Nascent Soul realm. He was no longer who he used to be.

The blood-red eyes were retreating, the body was struggling, yet it uncontrollably faded away until it vanished completely.

It was a rare occasion for Li Jianfeng to come to the Chaotic Space, and he found that there were quite a few more people here, making it much livelier than during his previous visits. Feeling puzzled, Li Jianfeng decided to ask the person next to him.

Clearly, however, this group of tens of thousands lacked the cultivation level of the white-haired elder ahead of them. Though they flew in desperate pursuit with all their might, not only were they unable to catch up, but the distance between them was growing even wider.

Thinking of this, Yang Yichen told himself there was no reason to soften his heart. If he was going to flay, he should flay completely. Even if he couldn't bring himself to finish it in the end, he could still let them continue completing their tasks here.

Qin Qixian and Wuye simultaneously nodded in appreciation. As for Ye Dugu and Ao Bai, they both silently shrank into a corner, holding their teacups without saying a word. Then, the two of them silently extended their teacups forward, signaling Jun Ao to pour.

Yet, what history records is not necessarily the truth. Take the scene before them, for instance. History said that he died under the combined attack of three Sword Emperors, his soul scattered and completely obliterated into nothingness.