Chapter 77: How About a Wager?

Cao Mang’s question left Zhou Lichun thoroughly exasperated. He stuck out his middle finger and cursed, “You’ve already ruined me, how could Xiao Se possibly want me?”
“That’s not certain,” the reply came. “Xiao Se has a thing for second-hand goods—the more worn-out, the more appealing.”
“I told you, he wants me dead. Do you have no conscience at all?”
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Yun Qianchen’s eyes brimmed with tears, her expression pitiful and helpless. She had turned off her phone for days, yet he hadn’t once tried to contact her. Didn’t that show she didn’t occupy even the smallest corner of his heart?
If not for those two light machine guns, she would have already been smashed to pieces at the bottom of the valley by now.
“Go see him,” Ye Feng said, moving ahead with a heavy expression. If the child hadn’t died, hadn’t been murdered, he would be three or four years old by now.
His duty was to protect her—not the Prince of Qin’s household, and certainly not Jun Yinuo. As long as she survived, who else lived or died was of no concern to him.
Su Qingyuan leapt onto Su Yin’s carriage, sitting across from her, his gaze cold and silent.
When Lady Lu saw Tian Xue’er had suffered, she too wanted to teach this insolent girl a harsh lesson.

Hearing Li Zijian’s suggestion, Xu Haodong agreed that they should take a few photos. He immediately pulled out his phone, playing the part of the curious countrywoman himself.
“Nange, we used to compose poems together, and Father and Mother always praised you. This time, you won’t let everyone down, will you?” Mu Qingge smiled at her gently.
In her, he saw a grandeur, a wisdom, a calm composure that emanated from her very core.
This power could absorb the life force of the departed, turning it into strength of its own, and for a brief time, grow stronger.
In the courtyard, everyone fell silent at Gu Men’s words. The elder stood in deep thought, Gu Men’s breath came in shallow gasps, Han Fei clutched his throat wordlessly, and Yi Niao glanced nervously around.
Ever since the last great battle between humans and demons, Ling Chen had vanished without a trace. Hua Wuya had sent men to search for him, but nothing had ever been found. Now, as the three-year deadline approached, Hua Wuya still had not a single disciple he could present with pride, and it vexed him greatly.
Meanwhile, Master Zhang, in the director’s office, was no longer as restrained as before. Though he still resembled a wilted cucumber, at least he dared to take a seat in the chair opposite Zhi Fei.
“As expected!” Chu Xiao tucked the jade pendant into his chest, pocketed all the pills he’d found on the man, and set off for the summit of Dragon Scale Peak.
“This is a real problem!” Du Gu Yu frowned. Without the flow of internal energy, his injuries could not heal.
Ji Ruqing, already sitting up, flushed crimson. The tingling sensation on her backside made her feel all the more embarrassed.

Chen Linxiao felt uneasy. He thought to himself that once he’d earned enough, he’d leave business behind and no longer show his face.
Normally, she would have gone back, but with the current uncertainty, she didn’t want to waste time on such trivial matters.
He spent an entire day in that shop with its black lacquered door, finally crossing the street to enter the coffin shop just as the owner was closing for the night.
Lin Shuying didn’t bother to console anyone; she had enough troubles of her own, and didn’t care to deal with someone so unreasonable.
He Zhichu averted his gaze, looking out the window at the lush, vibrant scenery of the western hills in early summer, calmly continuing his deductions.
To speak only of the basics—even a sword must have a blade and a point, but this contraption had only a hilt, and nothing else about it resembled a sword at all.
All three parties agreed at once, signaling the start of a new martial arts war. Excited murmurs rippled through the crowd.
Manyao nodded knowingly, lowered her head, and followed Gu Qingge’s footsteps, though her pace was now slower than before.