Chapter 151: A Happy Occasion That Brings No Joy

Although Mingqiu was hideous in appearance and Cao Mang had no intention of refining her corpse into a corpse puppet, her soul was far too precious to waste, and he had already figured out a use for it. After sending a message to Long Jingzhe, he drove around a densely populated residential area in Jincheng, harvesting thousands of souls, before finally driving home late at night.

Much like the treatment given to Yue Tingfang, Mingqiu was likewise refined into a spirit-servant. The only difference was that her soul and the bloody skull...

Upon approaching, Xu Feng and Demi realized that the houses in this village all suffered from varying degrees of damage, though they still appeared barely habitable. Whether they could keep out the wild beasts prowling in at night, however, was another matter entirely.

Karan felt as though he had suddenly stepped before the entrance of a labyrinth, deep and unfathomable, yet he had no choice but to enter.

Xu Feng had his pride. If a situation where someone came knocking at their door with insults wasn't even allowed to be handled by Xu Feng himself, the production crew would likely have a falling out with him by the end of it all. If that happened, would they end up losing the Chinese market as well, right after losing the Kimchi Country market?

Then another problem arose: Yang Ming had known Zhang Lili for less than a month. He only vaguely knew that her family seemed quite formidable in Jianghuai City, though he had no idea just how formidable they truly were, and his understanding of her was painfully sparse. Deciding what gift to give suddenly became a major dilemma.

Though he didn't know what Ilze's true intentions were, out of trust in the Yamaguchi-gumi—and considering that these three Mitsuyo Sanpao were kept in check by him—Natie wasn't afraid of whatever tricks Ilze might try to pull.

Later on, several heinous individuals emerged from the Childs family. In order to advance their cultivation realms, they all used the blood of martial artists for blood sacrifices. The higher a martial artist's cultivation, the more potent the effect of the blood sacrifice.

Walking all the way to the music classroom, Yang Ming couldn't help but marvel at how well Binzhong High School balanced work and leisure. Look at them, already in their third year of senior high, yet which school still offered music classes? Almost none. Either the music teacher failed to show up for work today, or someone would announce, "Quiet everyone, the music teacher asked me to substitute for this class."

"Brother Yang fancies my car? In that case, I'll simply gift it to Brother Yang as a token of our first meeting!" Zhong Ming浩 laughed as he stepped out of the vehicle and moved to the passenger seat.

Hearing Harris's voice lifted Xu Feng's spirits considerably. This guy had been quite good to him, and as his manager, he must have helped him out a great deal behind the scenes. This phone call probably meant there was news regarding Mike.

When his personal guard turned around and assured him that everything was completely safe, Tian Hanfeng still felt as though all of this had merely been an illusion. He even felt a shred of gratitude that Zhao Yu had taken the brunt of it by clearing the path first, reducing those terrifying traps to ashes.

"Many thanks to Eunuch Guo and Lady Xiangning for coming to visit the Crown Princess. On behalf of the Crown Princess, Qin Fang expresses his gratitude to the two of you." Seeing that Eunuch Guo had safely tucked away the items, Qin Fang deliberately raised his voice to say.

Before I could even react, he placed the sun right into my arms and lifted my entire body up. I didn't even know how I managed to climb up the tree; by the time I felt the swaying beneath my feet, I hurriedly scrambled to the center of the net. Inside the net, the slightest movement caused it to sway back and forth just like a swing.

"Didn't you also say that going through that incident made you stronger? What hasn't happened in life? You must learn to face things with equanimity, and no matter what anyone else says, hold your ground," Chu Haoxuan replied with utmost seriousness.

"But your appearance..." Because Gu Nianxi had such a deep impression of Langyue, she knew that no matter how much Langyue changed, she wouldn't look like this now, and thus asked in astonishment.

As for Sun Jingjing's husband, he looked even more normal—broad-shouldered, robust, and radiating a deeply masculine charm. Goodness, she simply couldn't imagine it at all.