Volume 1, Chapter 63: Reaping What You Sow

Ning Moxue was thrown heavily to the ground, covered in dust and seeing stars. Her cheeks and entire body burned with a sharp pain, and tears instantly streamed down her face continuously.

Shen Yan came to her side, not daring to act rashly, his eyes filled with profound worry.

"Follow me..." As he spoke, Sun Wukong suddenly burst forth from Lin Han's body, and then shot like a streak of light toward the distant horizon.

Hearing the sounds outside, the young man sneered, took off his gloves and tossed them onto a shoe rack behind the door. Then, he removed the plastic bags from his feet, walked into the kitchen, gathered a pile of garbage into a plastic bag, and casually threw it into the trash can.

Seeing Zhao Lin'er struggling in his arms, Ye Feng was slightly startled. Subconsciously, he stopped his movements and looked at her in confusion.

Old Wu let out an angry roar and raised the cleaver, but suddenly his wrist holding the knife was grabbed again. Immediately following, an irresistible force surged forward, pulling his body back two steps. The axe blade brushed past his chest with a cold gust of wind, and then he heard a dull, heavy thud.

Some people are simply born to throw cold water on others, and Jiang Danian was undoubtedly a master among them. In just five minutes of simple left and right turns, he could make thirty-eight wrong turns, straying further and further down the wrong path to a beat that eight horses could not pull back.

Nie Lingzhuo had no wish to ask whether Nian Chuchen had lived a good life over the past three years. Their child—the baby they had once anticipated so eagerly to be born—was a subject he completely avoided. Whether the child was born or not seemed to have nothing to do with him anymore.

Lu Feng roared in exasperation, his gaze toward Xu Yan filled with venom. He was completely provoked by Xu Yan; no one in Donghai City had ever dared to treat him this way, especially right in front of Zhang Lan, losing both his dignity and face completely. He simply could not swallow this insult.

"Hmph, what a show," Consort Yu said coldly, sitting to one side and glancing sideways at Dao Xin, who was sitting upright in the middle of the courtyard.

With just a few words, Lu Dan was dealt with, leaving only these evil cultivators who deserved to be killed without a second thought.

"Then why must you insist on seeing her? You know full well that every time you see her, it brings back memories of that incident. Why do you torture yourself like this every time..." Fu Liye truly could not bear to watch him dwell on past tragedies.

On the other side, considering that exposing himself before confirming the situation might lead to misunderstandings, Zhang Zimin had to conceal his tracks, making his progress slow as he dared not make any large movements.

Although the people in the City Lord's Mansion were all carefully selected and had thoroughly vetted backgrounds, it was still not entirely impossible for someone to have slipped in.

Because to him, a mobile phone was just an ordinary object, good for little more than making calls.

Judging by his actions, Nie Feng was a person of high skill and bold daring. Now, Zhang Zimin couldn't help but wonder: if it were him, what would he do when facing this eerie woman?

Yet its public security situation was shockingly good; thefts and robberies were extremely rare. Otherwise—as a rather influential person had once boldly declared—who would still dare to come here for sightseeing and gambling?

Ning An obediently swallowed three pills. He felt nothing, and had no idea what the principle behind this so-called "three days of immortality" was.

Threatening Sang Chaqing with the destruction of her appearance was clearly more reassuring and reliable than any other reason.

However, a person must not forget gratitude. Even though the person before him was a bandit, he truly was a savior who had spared her life.

Yin Huilan cared nothing for her slightly smeared rouge as she fiercely pounded her fists into the soft quilt and lay there motionless.

Although your mother passed away unexpectedly, all these years I have never forgotten her. Look, I have remained single for all these years, never choosing a dual-cultivation partner, simply to honor the memory of your mother. Can you really say my devotion to your mother is not true?