Volume 1, Chapter 42: The Green Bamboo Estate Extends an Olive Branch

"Who is it?"

Opening the door, to his surprise, it was Supervisor Nie.

Standing next to Supervisor Nie was a handsome man in a tailored suit, exuding a cold and aloof temperament.

He had never met Manager Shen before, so he did not recognize him.

Ye Cheng froze. How did they know where he lived?

"You..."

Fan Hong's strange magical artifact trapped both him and Huang Chang inside a dome-like barrier, preventing his ten thousand elite soldiers from coming to Huang Chang's rescue.

The sheep demon leaped forward, wielding a sword to stab at the fire dragon, while the fire dragon raised its long staff to meet the attack. Thus, the two engaged in a fierce battle.

He felt a genuine sense of relief and secretly praised the openness with which Emperor Feng's honest self-blame and Emperor Yan's magnanimous and benevolent embrace were expressed.

Liu Qing felt a brief moment of surprise, but upon second thought, she let it go. Her income was sufficient for their family's living expenses, and Xiao Yunfei was resourceful and talented. Perhaps this was the kind of life she ultimately longed for; as long as he was happy, it was fine.

This filled him with an unprecedented fury. Yielding just an inch, he gathered all his strength and swung his saber backward to counter the attack.

The two entrances to this room were: the large hole in the living room ceiling guarded by Titan and Paul, and the iron door through which Xiao Yunfei had just entered, which could only be opened from the inside. The Su family's guards were completely unable to enter from this side now, especially since the Su family's guards had been virtually wiped out tonight.

Awooo—the roar of a magical beast shattered Lin Yumeng's train of thought. Startled, Lin Yumeng instantly leaped up from the ground, grabbed a precious sword, and looked ahead vigilantly. Making sure there was no immediate danger in front of her, she carefully tiptoed forward with her long sword in hand.

Old Madam Ye rubbed her temples, just about to call out, "Ruixi," when she suddenly remembered that Ruixi was no longer around.

The most heaven-defying part was that those with great destiny who consumed the brain matter could even acquire the same special traits as the wind-born beast—while it might not grant true immortality, the rate of physical recovery was absolutely monstrous.

Fire danced in Tong Tong's eyes, and before the immortal gate in the sky had even opened, a phoenix cry echoed from the corners of her lips.

Meanwhile, one of the taller elves, wearing a royal crown, possessed six wings on his back and held a curved blade, staring at Chen Shixing with an icy gaze.

Feeling that the third brother's pulse had vanished, he felt a momentary sense of relief, but immediately resumed his ferocious, man-eating expression.

He had not yet woken up, and seemed to be having a nightmare. Both of his hands were actually raised, like someone on the verge of drowning trying to grasp at a straw.

Yang Tian flew backward, heavily crashing through wall after wall, and tumbled onto the ground in an utterly disheveled state, his chest caved in and blood gushing wildly.

Yet seeing that white cat pounce again, Jörmungandr was prepared and simply gave it a casual slap, swatting it down to the ground.

Dantai Wangshu stood in place hesitating for a moment, then walked over to Chu Luxing. The two met each other's gazes, and music seemed to play all around them.

At this moment, the entire venue was dead silent, without a sound, save for the jarring and shrill roar of the drone rotors.

Although the performance of the lighter-turned-nail-gun fell far short of a high-pressure gas cylinder, the wielder at least gained a modicum of ranged attack capability.

Chen Shixing merely offered a cold smile, put away his phone, and looked up at the city not far away, his gaze gradually growing icy.

Instead of landing, he hovered freely in the middle of the air, chanting incantations and reciting spiritual words. In an instant, brilliant flames blazed, hot enough to melt gold and shatter copper, enveloping the two of them within.

This was already the absolute minimum sentencing, taking into account that Jiang Yuan's injuries were relatively minor and Xie Fengjian had not attempted extortion.

He pressed his lips together, trying to make out the figure not far away, but the rain was falling too heavily; the harder he tried to see clearly, the more ethereal and blurred that figure became.

Liu Ji-tong took a bite of freshly fried chicken, and that crispy texture combined with the exquisite flavor of the sauce made him instantly narrow his eyes in satisfaction.