Volume One, Chapter 77: Xiao Junhe Feeds Blood to Yun Mojiu
Chen Shi wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth in one swift motion, then licked it off her tongue. Her face contorted with fury as she glared viciously at Yun Mojiu.
“You despicable human, always ruining my plans. I will… kill you!”
Ning Yanyu was clearly surprised that Wen Shi would give her his phone number; she looked at him with some astonishment, but Wen Shi had already left the number behind and turned to leave.
At the entrance of Antique Street, a black sedan was parked. A figure hurried over to the car and knocked on the window.
Since she had mentioned her sore foot, Shuyun couldn’t refuse their kindness. She allowed the two of them to help her to a dessert shop, where they sat down together.
“I’ll give the order immediately. From now on, they are your personal guards,” Shangguan Honglie said with a smile.
The monkey, hearing this, knew his life was no longer in danger! Despite his throat being squeezed so tight he could barely breathe, his eyes actually flashed with wild joy—but the delight lasted only a second. A blur of a palm swept past his vision, and then all went dark.
The forest was thick and shadowy, towering trees blocking out the light. Vines curled like coiled dragons, and the fallen leaves on the ground lay in drifts half a meter deep. The scent of rotting wood and decaying leaves filled every corner.
“If you help me finish these pastries, you’re already doing me a favor. How could I not thank you?” Cui Liu said with a smile.
Instead of retreating, Tang Feng ducked forward, moving to stand by Jie Zhiyuan’s side, narrowly dodging the sweep of a leg.
Simon could swear that when it came to scheming, neither he nor his brothers could outplay this man. A man who held the economic lifelines of several nations in his grasp and was received as an honored guest wherever he went—his thoughts were surely fathomless.
Luo Ni gave a faint smile, casting a light glance at Wu Wang. This so-called Son of God was behaving himself for now, but should he try any tricks, Luo Ni would not spare him.
The surface of the sea exploded as massive oceanic beasts launched themselves from the water. As soon as their enormous bodies left the waves, they twisted rapidly, and in a blink, the leading few had assumed human forms.
The next day, Mo Yu held Rose close after a night of passion. When Rose awoke to find Mo Yu still asleep, she leaned in and kissed his lips again.
With not a shred of dignity left, the curator hurled himself at Wang Dali’s left leg and clung on for dear life.
The world knew that Luo Ni’s left hand could destroy gods and his right hand demons; those terrifying hands were built atop the corpses of countless war deities.
Clearly, this was not Ron’s first time facing a Golden Core master. He remained calm, neither flustered nor hurried to dodge, but instead summoned his true energy to unleash his most powerful skill—Sorrowful Sword Technique.
Luna already knew the contents of the letter and wasn’t curious, but Ake was exceedingly intrigued and crowded over to read it with Wang Zhaojun.
If he had another chance, he would definitely choose to work with Wang Dali instead of making such a foolish mistake.
After finding the martial technique, Duan Lang went to look for An Bangyuan. Before he even entered the gate, he saw several soldiers being sent flying by Zhang Bo. Duan Lang, already displeased with Zhang Bo, decided to settle old and new scores at once—he struck out with his full strength.
But when she remembered that two of her junior brothers had chased after the “Scarlet Overlord’s” companions out of Moonwatch City, Zhao Xiner felt things were not so simple.
September second, 9:14 PM. The night was hazy, but the Xiaoshui River Plaza in Xiaodong Town, Xuancheng, was still ablaze with lights, though there were pitifully few pedestrians inside.
As the end of the workday approached, anxious faces hurried home along the roads. Only she wandered aimlessly along the main street, like a hollow doll from whom the soul had been drawn.