Chapter 66

But just as he left the village, his phone buzzed in his pocket. When he took it out, he saw it was Liu Chuan calling.

Everyone turned toward the sound, and saw Qin Lie and Bi Yao walking out together, unhurried and calm.

There was no obstacle to using US dollars there, and right across the water was Los Angeles—the place where his influence was most deeply rooted in America.

Ye Wudao had no worries at all. What was there for him to fear? If it really came to a fight, even ten armed Li Xuewens would not be his match.

“Thank you, Master. I will never leave you.” Kagura Mitsuko’s brows knitted as she spoke solemnly.

Chu Bo and Director Cai exchanged words, glancing at Meng Xun. Slowly, Chu Bo took out his phone and tapped in a string of numbers.

He knew Bing Orange too well. He believed Bing Orange would definitely seek out the Ice Spirit Throne again.

At this moment, under the somber atmosphere of the Eight Trigrams formation, the demonic aura darted about above the Demon Lock Tower, desperately trying to escape, knowing that the Blood Cloud Beast, the Demon Lord, was about to deliver its final blow.

Jiang Kairan pinched his brow, let out a derisive laugh, and strode up to Li Yang. Li Yang and Ma Zhitong immediately straightened their posture, watching him warily, their faces pale.

“Haha, young hero, are you comforting this old man?” Gu Qingxing looked at Du Yuan with admiration and spoke.

Goldfish and the others gradually regained consciousness, momentarily unsure of what had happened. All they felt was a splitting headache and a dull ache in their chests.

After a while, excited and incredulous cheers began to ring out all around.

Hu Jiucheng, however, was well aware of his own limits. He knew that even uninjured, he could not match Ye Xun, so he could only suppress his resentment deep within his heart.

He seemed to have entered a time and space unknown to himself. The people around him wore strange clothes, as if in ancient times, and suddenly a thick cloud of dust rose ahead, accompanied by cries of alarm.

After all, when Zhou Yu was here before, though there was constant quarrelling, the house was lively.

The two remaining assassins saw that He Mo, ranked second on the combat power leaderboard, had been decapitated by a single kick from Xiao Chenlie, and instantly their legs began to tremble with fear.

Without hesitation, he stepped through the leftmost door in the courtyard.

The Evergreen Vine of Ten Thousand Years had been acquired, but this unique herb was not recorded in any of the pill formulas or usages described in Luo Chen’s alchemy scriptures.

“Even if he can’t pull himself together, at least let us know if he has any unfulfilled wishes.” Fu Longxing sighed countless times, his expression deeply troubled, and ground out his cigarette in the palm of his hand.

These were the human youths sent to welcome him. Seeing An Bai destroy the two-winged creature, they wanted to speak but hesitated, saying little.

“Miss, is there anything else?” The man turned, smiling at Lin Xuechu.

An Jin pondered for a moment, roughly estimated the time, and recalled the arrangements he’d seen last time on the way to visit Zhou Xiyue at the Grand Tutor’s residence.

The next day, Pei Jianxi accompanied Su Jinxiu to Li Shuangqing in the courtyard. Pei Jianxi intended to send Li Shuangqing away before court, but when Su Jinxiu asked Qiqiao to bring Li Shuangqing over—

Ah, what a muddled brain. This is ancient times! Forget the internet, there isn’t even electricity. Yet I blurted out so much.

Just as Huan Quji was about to move closer, Wan Ci’s head suddenly appeared, and a faint fragrance drifted in—when did it arrive? The youth drew near, and a gentle, spring-like aroma lingered.

At the time, he hadn’t realized it, but through Song Jing’an’s interactions with him and Lin Ruhui after their separation, many things became just what the people involved wished to understand.

Next, Huang Feilang twirled his sword, and flames suddenly surged, engulfing the entire peachwood blade.

The shop was empty, the tables neatly arranged, and an abacus sat atop the counter.

She spoke the last words slowly, almost one by one, her gaze tinged with a smile as she looked at the elder.

“Why aren’t you drinking? It’s quite tasty, really sweet!” Jiu’er pushed the bowl toward Jiuchen.

At that moment, a group of riders charged over, their shouts causing the onlookers to clear a path.

“This—The Dragon Emperor said, when you get the notice, drop whatever you’re doing and finish a task for him first.” Long San shook his head helplessly.

Su Xi was awakened by Xiao Zhan, who looked at her with resignation. He never expected Su Xi would fall asleep in the cinema.

Xue Jingjing claimed to be unwell and hid in her room, lying in bed in a daze. From the moment Hanxiao went to fight, she felt uneasy, and the feeling never left.

Ye Bai silently praised her, then undressed and lay down behind Yao Yuxin, who seemed already deep asleep.

The young man said nothing, reluctantly shuffling toward the door with awkward steps.

Although Tao Baogui died surrounded by scattered banknotes, no one paid them any mind.

“Your Majesty, Sichuan is in crisis, the Northern Yuan is fiercely attacking Diaoyu Fortress.” The Imperial Guards bowed their heads, raising their hands high.

Last night, Mo Xiu ordered an investigation into Ye Fusang’s background. Rumor had it she was just an ordinary person unable to cultivate, but what he saw at the cliff’s edge, and her handling of the servants afterward—if she were truly useless, then those cultivators would be a joke.

Logically, Ziyu should absorb the nutrients produced between it and the mother jade from afar, but the nutrients seemed not to be taken in by the Dragon Jade, making them overly abundant and instead absorbed by this fellow.