Volume 1, Chapter 24: Discussing a Partnership

Upon hearing this, Qin Mojue waved to Butler Li and the others. Butler Li, Moyun, and Moyu withdrew.

“What would you like to discuss?”

Qin Mojue studied Shi Qingqian, a trace of inquiry in his eyes.

Hongjun had always possessed weak inner power. After taking such a slap, his vision went black at once, and he nearly fell to his knees. He barely managed to keep himself upright, his bare upper body trembling incessantly.

Han Yanchen and the Water God stood facing each other, exchanging question and answer. In an instant, the air seemed to freeze. When the conversation ended, a trace of unease arose in the Water God’s heart, whereas Han Yanchen remained utterly composed, behaving as though nothing had happened, his gaze fixed squarely upon the Water God.

“Old man, the Purple Palace has countless cultivation arts. Perhaps you simply don’t remember,” Lu Fan said.

At that moment, Lu Fan had indeed returned to the forest, just as the red-haired old man had predicted. Following the route he had taken before, he headed southwest, preparing to enter Liuzhou.

“Chu Mo, what you’re doing is dangerous. In my view, virtual currencies have even less speculative value than a shell stock on the stock market. Whoever tries to manipulate Bitcoin will ultimately meet with a惨败.” Li Dingbo said.

The child sat beside the bed, eating cold steamed buns from the stove whenever hunger struck. He still did not know that his mother was dead; he merely thought she was asleep.

At first, as Lin Shuihan infused the flint with spiritual energy, its glow gradually grew brighter and brighter. Just when he thought he was about to succeed, the brilliant flame suddenly went out! His heart jolted. The flint in his hand had completely turned into an ordinary stone.

Wu Hua drained the wine in his cup after saying this. Seated beside Xiao Aiguo, Xiao Qing watched him and smiled faintly.

Even if Yang Guozhong possessed power capable of reaching the heavens, the emperor of the mortal world was born under the Purple Tenuity Star. A mere demon wyrm could never poison the Human Emperor.

“Brother Sun, you’re here early!” Ye Zifeng went forward to greet him. At the very least, Sun Wu was much older than he was.

“Mr. Luo, if there’s nothing else, we’ll take our leave.” Auntie Luo’s smile vanished. Taking the servants with her, she immediately disappeared without a trace.

Only then did I force myself to bend down. I gently lifted his clothing and began wiping him with a wet tissue.

Si Zhen slept wonderfully that night. Before bed, she had even planned to get up early the next day to help Jianning tidy things up. Who could have known that the moment her head touched the pillow, she would lose consciousness?

“Anman, did you bring the things I asked you to bring?”

Old Master Lin prepared seats for the two of them before returning to his own.

Instead of taking the bus home, I walked slowly along Shen-Hui Road. I walked until the sky was filled with stars, until I was utterly exhausted, and only then did I return home.

Yang Kexin looked at me deeply once more, then gave Deng Liang a gentle nod. The two of them led the guests and relatives into the hotel lobby.

One building every second—three thousand vengeful spirits had already dispersed. The sight was spectacular. In a mere twenty seconds, the entire Naga sea clan’s base collapsed in an instant. Even the defensive towers were not spared. Twenty seconds was all it took: not only had the structures producing troops been destroyed, but the base and every defensive tower had vanished as well.

The moment I saw her, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. I had clearly seen her wearing a black coat when we had eaten just now, yet she was now dressed in a burgundy jacket and pale-red knee-high boots. Every gesture still radiated nobility, and she greeted everyone with a welcoming smile.

Mo Tianwei had no intention of answering. Wearing a faint smile, she calmly watched the Demon God struggle and flee, yet remain unable to escape the flames clinging to him like a festering curse. Her gaze was utterly serene, as though she had already seen the ending.