Volume One, Chapter 91: Xiao Xingrong Has Appeared!

He is so vengeful that if he learns the Shen family’s crisis was resolved with your help, I fear that if he is not seized at once, he will fix upon you like a viper or a scorpion and seek revenge.

Xiao Junhe’s gaze flickered, unease stirring in him.

Yun Mojiu lifted the corner of her brow with casual indifference. “If I feared retaliation, I would never have entered this line of work.”

In that other world, she had encountered all manner of vicious and monstrous people, along with troublesome vengeful spirits and demonic beings. If one lived in fear, then the battle was already lost at the outset.

One could not be fearless in blind defiance, but neither could one retreat in terror.

“As a member of the mystical arts, banishing evil, slaying demons, driving away malign spirits, capturing ghosts, and rooting out the scum within our own ranks are all my duties...”

Zhao Yi wanted Xiao Han to understand that in Yun City, offending the Zhao family would never end well for a homeless stray.

And this Mr. Xiao, at a glance, was clearly not someone to provoke. Hadn’t even Black Fiend followed behind him like a lackey?

To be able to take his three punches head-on and emerge unscathed, how could he possibly be an ordinary man?

It was only a matter of time before Zhao Yi and Li Yue discovered that all those former collaborators would avoid them as though they were plague itself, fleeing at the mere sight of them.

A dozen or so rapidly spinning blades struck the darkness; with a sharp bang, a square object sprang upward, and brilliant light poured down.

The order in the venue was their security team’s responsibility. If anything went wrong and the higher-ups came down on them, losing their jobs would be the least of it.

At that moment, two elderly matchmakers, both clad in red-and-green layered gowns, were escorted by stout men bearing twenty-carry boxes each as they left the Prince of Zhen’s residence and headed toward the Chu and Hua estates.

They arranged the fireworks tubes in a row on the open ground. Zhou Xiling removed the cigarette butt from his mouth and, using the ember’s scarlet glow, lit the fuse.

Lin Jianjun and Lin Jiancheng, each wearing a military coat, had their hands tucked into their sleeves, clutching their fronts as they dozed curled up on the benches. Only when Lin Xi called to them did they start awake in alarm.

The man approached Miss Shen, lifting her chin with a graceful hand as he looked down at her with an icy expression.

Wang Xi cried out in shock, ready to flare up, but Min Yu made a gesture for silence. Seeing that there were still guests on the second floor, Wang Xi could only swallow his words and shoot Min Yu a glare.

It so happened that one family lived in a single doorway. That day they had gone out traveling and to visit relatives and friends, and they departed in high spirits.

“Your Majesty, could it be that you have simply seen Meng Yan too few times? Why not let her younger sister, Meng Ling, take a look? There should be no problem then,” Nanlan Qiqing reminded him kindly after hearing Jun Wuhui’s words.

“Heighten the alert! Keep your eyes fixed on them. Not a single move is permitted!” With that, Fang Jiren put on his headphones and, with practiced ease, tapped the telegraph keys with his right hand to send the message.

During these days at Zhuo Yi’s shop, Wang Xi had made a full circuit of Youkadon City. The beginner village was merely similar to the real world, but here everything was utterly real, almost exactly like the cultivation world Wang Xi had visited, save for the addition of those game players.

After putting the dishes away and washing all the lunch boxes clean, Fu Yan leaned against the kitchen door and played on his phone. With so many dishes, he could not just “work” for a little while and call it done.

“Mhm, you’re right.” After reporting to Bai Qianhui through distant sound transmission, the black stone pillar said, “The Demon Lord has agreed, but only she may go. The others must stay.” The black stone pillar pointed at Yin Ling.

“Chenxi?!” Seeing Wang Xi stop, the man’s lips lifted almost imperceptibly. His hands, uncertain where to rest, betrayed how nervous he was.

Lin Ying fell into brief thought, looked toward the people from the foreign realm several hundred meters away, and suddenly had a rather bold idea. Unable to restrain himself, he spoke to Bu Ying.

Li Si sighed helplessly. No one had expected such a thing to happen; it could be said to be extremely unexpected. But for the moment, he felt no fear at all.

Lu Fangs’s stomach was weak, and if she went hungry she became uncomfortable very easily. Shen Zui immediately pushed her to the table.

She knew the time when Jun Mo got off work and had come early, afraid that if she arrived too late she would miss him.

As a general who had campaigned on the battlefield for many years, he suddenly discovered that he had long since been plotted against and secretly harmed by the sovereign. Just when he believed he was certain to die, he was granted a sliver of hope by the good fortune of a general from the enemy nation.

Bai Yi seemed to see through their thoughts and waved toward the distance, only then did Qin Qing reveal her face.

If one could not earn enough money during one’s professional years, or win some great fame and lay the groundwork for streaming after retirement, then one would have no choice but to work as a coach, analyst, or commentator instead.

Along the roadside stood all manner of shops. Before the apocalypse, the Western Province had already been an economic zone with well-developed infrastructure, and now those shops had opened their doors once more.

“What nonsense are you spouting? Receiving this news has been no less tormenting for me than for you, all right?!” Qingqing tried her best to contain herself, but anger still leaked through her voice.

“Yingxue, you actually know so many handsome men, and they’re all competing to be your husbands. You’re really unfair! You’re already living the dream with a whole harem, while I’m still single. Why should I help you?” someone pouted, their lips so pushed out they could have hung a soy sauce bottle from them.

Li Yingxue’s lips curved faintly. This fellow was finally not stupid. “I have a way to hand this ledger over to someone who can make it public. It just depends on whether you agree.” It was something that someone else had risked their life to obtain, so Li Yingxue felt it ought to be done with his consent.

Shen Zui’s long, slender, fair legs hooked around his waist, and Chen Ran felt as though his body were filled to the brim with fire.

But Jiang Ying did not regret it. The road was her own to walk; the blisters on her feet were her own to wear. She would simply remember the lesson and be more careful in the future.

Chu Dongtian had already made his plans and shook his head in refusal. Song Man immediately breathed a sigh of relief. So long as she did not die here, there would still be a chance to turn things around, no matter what happened later.

With one strike neither heavy nor light, the other party crumbled like sand blown by the wind, rustling into fine wooden splinters that piled on the ground.

This made Zhou Binlong deeply tempted, for underground boxing was a life with one’s head tied to one’s belt; one never knew when someone might beat one to death. Being a bodyguard seemed far safer by comparison.

In his subsequent cultivation, it had taken him only four years to enter the ranks of the Earth-Grade Yin-Yang Masters.

To prove that he was not speaking empty words, the big black dog explained everything in exceptional detail. Chu Dongtian listened with great fascination, his understanding of bloodlines growing deeper and deeper.

Clad in plain black clothes, his face was stern and resolute, yet his eyes were surprisingly gentle.

He made it sound so convincing. I went to look, and the faces of those burly men were clearly not very pleasant, but when you take a man’s money, your hand grows short; when you eat a man’s food, your mouth grows short. For a job where you take money and do the work, even if you are unhappy about it, you still have to carry it out.

Li Xiangbei likewise had a gun in hand. His weapon was anonymous and unremarkable, and in his grasp it seemed to possess no special qualities at all. But was that truly so?

Inside the cave, after Zhuge Moxue left, Xu Sansheng took out forty-nine low-grade spirit stones and set up a Seven-Transformation Spirit Gathering Array around himself. Then he took a middle-grade spirit stone in hand and began to cultivate. The injuries he had suffered in battle with the spirit tiger had not yet healed, and he could not bring out even a trace of his strength.