Chapter 29
"Do you know each other?" Though he did not understand why Chu Xinghan had appeared here, the middle-aged man in black posed this question first.
Zhong Kui nodded and cautiously withdrew the Swift Wind Lightning Arrow from his robes. Meanwhile, Yan Chifeng was warily scanning the surroundings, fearing the arrival of outside forces. Finding nothing unusual, and unable to detect their greatest threat, Nan Ke-rui and his companions, he finally felt at ease.
Upon seeing the middle-aged man, Li Rong immediately wore a fawning smile. The reason she had come to the restaurant with Qin Jianyun today was to leave a good impression on her future father-in-law; if things went well, they could discuss their engagement immediately.
Cheng Chumuo could not do it; even at the risk of violating military law, he was unwilling to let his subordinates march to their deaths.
Xia Zheng paid no mind to the chatter of the crowd. Instead, he used this time to organize the spirit herbs he had obtained from the auction.
"It’s fine, as long as you two are happy together. I was merely invited by Wu Fen for a meal and will be heading back shortly. I hope I won’t disrupt your plans," Zhao Zilong said indifferently.
Lin Xingchen, his mind in a tangled mess, hurried to the marriage registry office by taxi. It was only when he and Shen Jialan were about to quickly process their marriage certificate that he realized he had forgotten his household registration book.
"Understood!" one of the police officers replied, driving the evidence vehicle straight back to the branch station.
At these words, not only the thugs of the White Tiger Hall but also old Feng and the customers in the shop turned in unison toward the speaker. They all wanted to know who this person was—the one who had struck down Huang Bin and uttered such arrogant words.
After locking the door, Zhao Zilong slowly lifted the lid of the large vat. A piercing emerald light shone from within, startling Beautiful Sister-in-law into his arms, her two soft, bouncy mounds pressing against him, leaving Zhao Zilong feeling thoroughly gratified.
After all, this agricultural territory belonged to humanity. However, if the local Keling practitioners on the ships were to initiate an attack on the Demon race, they would have to face the consequences themselves. The territorial magistrate could not overly shield such aggressive behavior; otherwise, it would lose fairness, trigger unrest among the Demon race, and bring disaster upon the entire Three-Continent Mainland.
The Lianyun Mountains stretched on endlessly. The mountain where the Xingluo Sect resided appeared unstable, yet it remained firm under the Liuyuan Grand Formation maintained by a thousand disciples.
"If you spare him, I will tell you the whereabouts of the Star Dream Emperor!" In the nick of time, Miao Wanxin thought quickly and fabricated an excuse.
One was a two-headed turtle with a massive shell; the other was a creature covered in thousands of octopus-like tentacles, though its form was that of a spider.
Terrifying power exploded. The two were evenly matched in strength—one an Exalted of the Demon Realm, the other a Guardian of the Underworld; both were formidable.
No sooner had the words fallen than over a dozen peak six-star experts brandished their blades and swords, lunging fiercely toward the Xiao family.
Entering the monastic life meant officially severing ties with the mortal world; naturally, one would no longer marry, have children, or form a dao-companion bond.
He had a neck as smooth as could be, but his entire body was defined by incredibly bulging muscles. Every muscle fiber was perfect, and despite countless fine scars, they still exuded a primal, savage aura.
As the people in the carriage chatted and got to know one another, the magnificent One-Horned Wind Rhino transformed into a whirlwind, crossing hundreds of miles to enter a region of lush, rolling hills.
He calmed his mind, and the image of Ghost Fire Child appeared once again. Li Yunchen’s consciousness began to fade, and the distractions in his heart slowly vanished. Within his mind, there was only a vast, barren wilderness, with himself floating in the void.
He placed the diary back exactly as he had found it with his right hand, then covered his eyes with his left, warning himself over and over that perhaps it was all just his own wild imagination. Dad took care of Qinghe every day; if there were anything wrong with her, Dad would have noticed long ago.
Only when she had lost consciousness did he ask the questions in his heart. A large hand slowly stroked the face before him, so light, so gentle.
"It is also possible that this plan cannot be executed at all. Regardless of which plan we intend to carry out, the most important thing for us now is to return to the Great Dao Abyss of the Dao-Origin Era. Only then can we know what to do next," Shen Ruoxue reminded him.
Although he, like Shen Ruoxue, was on the front line of the impact, as the Azure Cloud Sword, that energy did not cause him any harm.
The relaxed look on Chen Tianmo's face vanished. It was evident that in the blink of an eye, his response had become all-out. He flicked the cigarette from his left hand and crouched slightly, assuming a standard close-quarters combat stance to grapple with his opponent.
"Moon-Gazing Ancient Rhinoceros, Heaven-Swallowing Snake!" Gu Chuanxia’s voice was filled with a complex emotion.
Due to her background, the Zhao woman had always harbored hatred toward the noble-born Gu Qingge. Beyond that, she had one fatal obsession: the power to manage the household.
At this moment, the Scarlet Flame Water Phoenix was resting peacefully on the branches of the Heavenly Water Imperial Tree. However, it clearly had not forgotten its hatred for Su Yi; the moment it saw him, raging flames ignited in its eyes involuntarily.
From desolate ruins to vast, wild plains, and finally into densely populated large cities, he had traveled to many places, yet no one had ever noticed him.
Master Gulyue offered a rare word of praise. The Kunlun Sect was not only weak in strength but also poor in artifact forging; having only two golden wheels—the Sun and the Moon—passed down through generations, they were wretched to the extreme.