Chapter 110

Everyone had left, and Xu Yunzhuo broke the awkward silence. “Um... why did you come?”

Pei Qiaonian tossed the little cake in his hand onto the table. It was covered with cherries. “I happened to pass by that restaurant today. Don’t misunderstand—it was a gift from the owner.”

He shifted his gaze away somewhat awkwardly, and his tone was stiff, with a faintly fierce edge to it.

How could Xu Yunzhuo possibly misunderstand him? Whatever he said, that was what it was.

He had even lowered himself to deliver it to her personally, and she—

“Captain Gu, Regiment Commander Qiu and the others are ready. They’re waiting for you downstairs.” Seeing the time, the guard reminded Gu Xicheng.

This enormous beast stood more than three meters tall, as imposing as a wall. Two long tusks protruded from its mouth, and its ears were as large as palm-leaf fans. Most terrifying of all, it had an unnaturally long nose.

The Red-Faced Ghost’s voice trembled slightly. A command banner hung at his waist, suggesting that he was another leader beneath the Ghost General. Unlike the bald Ghost General, however, the Red-Faced Ghost seemed to be a creature born in the netherworld. There could never be such a ghostly being in the mortal realm.

By now, only a handful of people were still able to take part in the bidding. Ordinary people simply could not produce so many spirit stones all at once.

However, Mu Chen had told him earlier that it would be best not to use his cultivation recently, so Lu Wen did not fight them.

Only then did Chen Hetu turn his gaze toward the coffee table. The jade pendant was a pale green, with the words “River Diagram” engraved upon it.

He looked to be in his early thirties. His triangular eyes and hooked nose revealed a vicious air; at a glance, he was clearly no benevolent man.

“Regardless, I’m going. This time, I’m mainly going to take care of the matter of Doubao’s donation as well,” Qiao Weiya said seriously.

“Did your son come out here to disrupt troop morale?” one of the regimental commanders running beside Gu Xicheng said with a laugh.

“Understood!” Several ancient martial artists from the Liu family followed suit, taking pills from their pockets and swallowing them.

Lan Zhufeng gripped the sword in his hand tightly. Daring no longer to let his thoughts wander, he swept his wary gaze around, searching for Qing Hong’s vanished figure.

If he could kill his opponent outright, there would be no need to waste so much time.

“Dream on. This aircraft cost me an incalculable amount of effort. Where am I supposed to get another one for you?” The monk looked at Pan Yuhong unhappily.

At last, a week later, Li Xiaoya painstakingly found the durian in a corner and immediately brought it before Gao Jiahe.

This time, Li Xiaoya did not refuse. She opened the menu and looked through it. The prices here were fairly reasonable; compared with Gao Jiahe’s restaurant last time, this place was practically cheap. She casually ordered several dishes according to Gao Jiahe’s tastes.

Moreover, that golden light had offensive power as well. Even an ascended cultivator would be annihilated upon suddenly encountering it.

During the high-school proficiency examination, computer science was indeed tested, and there were multiple-choice questions on the C language. However, over the years, Mo Jingchun’s school had always chosen animation production as the subject to teach and test. As for the C language, to quote the computer teacher from their very first lesson: “I don’t know it either.”

This gown had been woven entirely from fine threads of pure gold, yet not the slightest trace could be seen at any of the joins. On the front and back, a proud phoenix embroidered with silver thread spun by a divine silkworm appeared vividly lifelike; beneath the sunlight, it seemed almost alive.

As Li Xiaoya washed the dishes, she secretly kept an eye on Gao Jiahe. When she saw him enter his own room, she finally relaxed. After finishing the dishes, she hurried back to her room and went to sleep.

Afterward, a burly man stepped into the arena. Once the audience had placed their bets, the host announced the beginning of the match. This time, many people had learned their lesson and bet on Wu Tian. Yet the result remained the same: Wu Tian knocked Xiong Ba out with a single punch and continued his winning streak.

The veins on Haiyuan’s forehead bulged as well. As the third in line to become the sect’s young master, and an ambitious man determined to surpass the first two, he could not diminish himself to glorify another. Thus, he found it difficult to respond to Xiao Yong.