Chapter 22: Mind Your Own Business, Don’t Worry About Me
The door opened to reveal Qiu Yurou, lost in thought, gazing longingly at the photo of herself and Ye Bufan on her phone. There was no signal in the basement, and she had no news of Ye Bufan, which left her deeply worried.
Seeing Qiu Yumeng enter, she immediately asked with delight, “Sister, do you have any news of Bufan?”
Qiu Yumeng sighed in response. “I originally thought Tao Shi was just an ordinary man, but in truth, he is one of the eight great kings of the demon clan—the King of the Snow Mountains.”
During the Nets’ offensive, Robin Lopez, who had just entered the game, scored again with a low-post layup, bringing his total to eighteen points. The Suns trailed by seven, seventy to seventy-seven, entering the second long timeout.
Later, whether it was Lis, Pingyuan, or the Sage, all were illustrious figures of ancient times. At first glance, there seemed to be no great connection between them, but upon closer inspection, there was a profound association beneath the surface.
Though the activation of that energy remained a mystery, it nonetheless revealed the meticulous organization behind these three men.
“Everyone, gather up.” Seeing that all were present and the situation had calmed, Hornacek, whistle hanging around his neck, wearing a blue T-shirt and casual cropped pants, strode over.
If the task was not submitted on the day, the bounty would reset to zero the next day. If one submitted early, any subsequent pirates killed with a bounty would not be counted.
The shadowy figure outside the encampment did not enter directly, but lingered at the entrance for a time, as though confirming something.
As the year drew to a close, every household lit firecrackers to celebrate, children donned new clothes, and new couplets were posted on doors.
Thanatos sipped his honeyed wine: Hera was not herself, and neither Hecate nor Athena seemed quite normal.
But in Zhao Zhou’s mind, no matter how formidable that young man’s father was, could he really surpass the Sword Saint?
The young woman quickly set down her wine, kissed the old man beside her on the cheek to apologize, then stepped out. Her black skirt hugged her thighs tightly, so much so that she looked liable to expose herself at any moment if she took a bigger stride.
Bloodworms swarmed in pursuit, and the group used elemental power to fend them off, but with so many bloodworms, their attacks were spread too thin to cause real harm; they could only flee desperately.
Liu Feiyang couldn’t hear what they were saying, but whatever it was, the purpose of their journey was halfway achieved. Cooperation could not be forced, nor should it be. After all, when it came to fighting, real gold and silver were at stake; once, a prince and an immortal fought a battle that left corpses strewn everywhere.
He convened a meeting of everyone. Seeing the troubled faces around the table, Shen Lian knew what was needed now was not blame but encouragement.
That massive creature revealed its fierce eyes, filled with murderous intent. It stomped hard, and the ground shook violently.
Listening to the busy tone on the phone, Liu Lao Si, finally calm, lay on the ground, wanting to cry but unable.
“Secret!” Ling Ji winked at Qu Yan, then pulled Sun Fei toward the gate to the backyard.
Liu Feiyang was unsure what he was doing now, or what awaited in the distance. He walked beside Qin Fang, no longer hurrying as before, instead strolling comfortably. Moonlight shone overhead, the fields stretched around them, night wind blew against their faces, and beside him, the scent of sweat mingled with a fragrance that grew stronger as they walked.
Though the power was strong, it had its weaknesses. Its path was steady, but its adaptability was woeful. The dagger’s sudden turn caught its master off guard, and this abrupt shift severely disrupted the master’s composure—unsettled in mind, their strength weakened considerably.