Chapter 44: Abao and Leng Xiao, Grown and Nourished by Love

Despite the astonishing strength Yang Mo had displayed, he still did not believe Yang Mo was a match for Yunteng.

However, she failed to notice that the instant Lin Yu turned his head and pulled the door shut, a trace of desolate sorrow immediately surfaced on his face.

"My name is Lu Fei, just call me by my name," Lu Fei said with a smile. Compared to Lin Xiaoyou, Lu Fei felt that talking to Qiao Yuxi was an absolute delight. The elegance radiating from her every movement won his deep appreciation.

The Hundred-Man Slayer slightly furrowed his brow and said in a deep voice that no matter how meticulously Lin Yu taught, it would all be in vain without the assistance of these medicinal herbs.

It had to be said that these preparations were extremely effective, as even experts like Lin Yu and Swallow were temporarily blocked by these two "barriers."

Xu Chu looked up and drank, Zhang Shiqing made a helpless, playful face at Feng Juniang, and Feng Juniang only smiled.

Upon Li Xin's arrival, many people stared, waiting to make a fool of him—especially after the monitor finished speaking, Yang Dian's eyes brimming with sharp, piercing radiance. Now, they were finally going to get to see Li Xin become a laughingstock.

"There is no trace to follow," the last group said, shaking their heads after observing for about five seconds.

"Heh, of course. However, I still need to see your performance. As long as you can extract the formula of that undying warrior from Chi Long's mouth, the position of commander is yours one hundred percent." Bailong's eyes instantly lit up.

Hearing this, Liye gave her a faint glance without speaking, lowered his head, and moved to untie the sash at her waist.

As for Zhang Sheng, his extensive media experience made him extraordinarily sensitive upon hearing Wei Yuan's phone call. He instantly realized that a major event might have occurred, and aside from immediately arranging for reporters to head over, he decided to come in person.

Right then, three sticks of incense were lit and placed on the windowsill. Huo Qing and Chao Xianfeng knelt on the ground and kowtowed three resounding times, praying not to be born on the same day, month, and year, but willing to die on the same day, month, and year. When they stood back up, Chao Yuxian, Hu Xian, and the others all smiled, and any lingering estrangement between them and Huo Qing completely vanished.

This is the time to hold the Alliance Leader Assembly; he certainly did not want Fairy Nishang to come and disrupt his plans.

With just Huo Qing and Lu Fuping, these people already felt somewhat uneasy. Now, with the addition of She Meixin... Zheng Gaozu, Zhang Danxi, Old Man She, and the others looked at each other, completely at a loss for words.

Wei Yuan's approach, no matter how one looked at it, was a precaution against the unexpected—far better than regretting it only after a disaster had truly struck.

Many came to the weapon display counter, naturally examining them closely as mercenaries.

Listening to him converse with Emperor Xuanyuan, Ji Chengzhe felt a buzzing noise begin to echo in his head. The Grandmaster's figure gradually blurred in his field of vision, and his eyelids grew heavier and heavier until they finally drooped shut.

Sword Cold had originally turned and dashed away madly, but he never expected to be instantly frozen by Qin Mu's overbearing and fierce strength, unable to break free or escape.

Recalling that Gale had been inquiring about the Soul-Nourishing Pool, he guessed Gale would surely come here, so he had been waiting behind the rockery for Gale ahead of time.

The three of them instantly clashed. Facing an identical self with the exact same Daoist magic and physical constitution, Jiang Dong was plunged back into the arduous and bitter struggle of the previous match. Fortunately, both of these opponents had already sustained heavy injuries while breaking the formation.

"You must be looking for Henry! Then I won't disturb you two, goodbye—" Seeing the excited expression on Tony's face and the model behind him, one could easily tell he and Henry had agreed on something the day before.

Su Moyue could not help feeling a pang of heartache for Zhou Chengyan at that moment; he was already so pitiful, yet still had to be beaten.

Perhaps due to the chilly weather causing her expression to be somewhat stiff, Lee Boo-jin's face softened immediately upon hearing such words.

Though the fist failed to land on Nangong Jingshan, the immense force sent him flying together with the bronze bell, and the terrifying shockwave caused him to vomit blood once more.

"Stop talking, it's impossible. My mother is not that kind of person, you are just framing her," Su Zhihan shouted hysterically.

Most events were no different from what Henry remembered—Howard died in a car accident in 1991, but his wife was fine. Tony Stark was still a playboy, yet he insisted on returning home every night before midnight.

Early the next morning, before the twilight had faded from Luofeng Mountain, Jiang Dong appeared on the northwestern peak. Not long after, a flash of white fluttered down—it was Snow Lotus.

"If Her Imperial Grandmother refuses to believe me, there is nothing I can do. But this matter must be done my way." Zhou Yuqi's tone allowed no room for doubt, tantamount to openly defying the Empress Dowager on the spot.

Zhuang Feng's decision was within Xiaoyu's expectations; or rather, this was simply part of the duties Xiaoyu had undertaken since following Zhuang Feng to Jiangzhou. Nowadays, Xiaoyu handled chamber of commerce affairs with effortless ease, and upon hearing Zhuang Feng's additional remark, she did not feel anything was amiss—wasn't it just adding a leisurely sinecure title?

The most troublesome things were not these evil fiends, nor the imperial clan zombie inside the coffin, but the fact that the police would seal off the place with firearms after midnight. How were she and Old Ma supposed to get in?

These few brief sentences provided quite a bit of information. To be honest, after seeing Fang Lingling act this way, Meng Qi truly had no desire to help her kill any Gulai. However, in order to sever ties completely with the Black Emperor Sect, Meng Qi gritted his teeth and summoned the Night Wraith.

"He did mention it twice—a mysterious ancient castle ruin he always wanted to visit, filled with magical spells and prophecies, but it was sealed." Hei Lingge finally blunted Bai Lingge's relentless badgering out of annoyance and revealed part of what he knew.

Take the Mo Manor for instance: the clan heads present had sworn allegiance to the Mo Manor countless times. Yet when Tan Xian fled and the Mo Manor was turned into a brothel, who among them ever spoke out?

Xiao Yao was not annoyed either. Calmly walking up to her, he fixed his smiling eyes steadily upon her face, without even glancing once at the silver-laden treasure chest she had picked up.