Chapter 37: Yang Hui Approaches Zeng Yue

Mu Xingjue headed out early in the morning to make a delivery to Sister Ma. They had agreed that he would deliver to her the day after finishing the job for Boss Qian, which would lead Xu Xingyu to believe he was simply out collecting payments.

Before leaving, Mu Xingjue repeatedly urged Su Yao not to go to the back mountain, or if she absolutely had to, she must wait for him to return so they could go together.

"Wife, you must be obedient and wait for me to come back," Mu Xingjue said, terrified that she might sneak off to hunt for the treasure while he was away.

"Alright, alright, I promise I won't go, I..."

Just then, Bai Lengye rushed forward, a slight breeze trailing behind him as he darted through the gate and vanished into the wall.

"It seems this was truly premeditated." Ah San’s large eyes curved into crescents. I knew instantly that the girl was up to no good.

Zheng Qiuyuan lifted his head slightly, a flicker of vitality appearing in his eyes. He seemed to have grasped something and actually appeared expectant. I kept wondering, if Daozhen were here, what would he do?

The Demon God was incredibly beautiful, far more so than Daini. Walker even felt she was more beautiful than the successful experiment he had seen back at the pirate fortress.

Reflecting on everything, Bai Lengye wanted to laugh. He had prided himself on his strength, yet he realized that in the cultivation world, he probably couldn't even defeat a servant.

That remark finally hit the nail on the head, but how could I possibly bring myself to call Li Zhengke’s mother? What would I say? "Please stop your son from hanging around here"? That would make me sound like some sort of prize catch.

"Yes! My husband, you certainly have a grand air about you!" Qin Juan gave a sweet smile, then deliberately pouted and drew out her tone to show her dissatisfaction.

Bei Wuyou finally returned to his room, found a clean set of black clothes to wear, and, just to look cool, even put on a pair of sunglasses.

In truth, by that time, Lu Jingzhong had already commissioned a world-class bridal designer to create a gown for me, and it was already finished. The wedding had even been scheduled at a large cathedral in C City.

"You don't need to worry too much about company affairs. Even with your leg injury, you can still command from behind the scenes," Bai Yi said, noticing the trace of disappointment in Liao Mingfan’s eyes.

At that moment, Zhao Ziwei squeezed hard, forcing her to let go immediately in pain. In any case, the two had finally "met" in front of Chen Yiqian, so they wouldn't have to be so guarded in their future interactions.

"Why?" Bai Yu was clearly puzzled. Intelligence from the Sky Patrol Guards indicated that the Chu Kingdom and the Heavenly Snow Sword Sect were currently locked in a fierce conflict; it was the perfect opportunity for him to play the fisherman reaping the benefits and launch a sneak attack on the Chu Kingdom from the rear.

Qin Baicheng added from the side, "The Sect Master is observant. Although the Demon-Subduing Array consists of 108 people who train day and night, even the Shaolin Temple cannot have 108 people form a formation directly. Thus, this Demon-Subduing Array is composed of six Vajra Sword Arrays."

At that moment, Chen Wuliang knew clearly that no matter how perfect the explanation Old Master Yue presented to the public, Yue Qianqiu would likely never believe it. Of course, after his many transformations, the Crown Prince would likely not believe it either.

Who is this person? Has he lost his mind? How could Alan be here? Being with someone like this would inevitably invite trouble.

After recalling Weezing, Lance walked toward Haruhi Kazami, intending to take her back to Guam.

Xingyun naturally understood that these eight sects were not a monolith. At this moment, he needed to find someone among them who could be persuaded, and the Dong Sect was clearly the best choice.

Following Yue Qianqiu’s words, shouts and screams echoed incessantly through the silent night, occasionally accompanied by the sound of clashing blades carried on the wind. The burly, bald man in black felt his heart sink to the bottom. Recalling the intelligence he had received earlier—which he had treated like a precious treasure—how could he not realize that this was all a trap?

In the distance, the earth churned as Lan Xi leaped up, encased in cold ice armor; it seemed she was also largely unharmed.