Chapter 161 Irrelevant

It was a vivid and lively scene, so jubilant that it felt less like the Xing family estate and more like a beach party.

Carefree, brazen, and unrestrained to a degree that was entirely out of character for the old man.

Si Yao smiled faintly and bitterly.

No wonder the old man was willing to give her so much; the ship was already prepared, and he was simply waiting for Xing Jue to serve as the eastern wind.

Tonight, making a move amidst such a crowd and so much alcohol could easily clear one of the suspicion of poisoning...

Lin Haoming nodded to indicate that he understood. After all, the Demon Emperor had already issued the decree; even if he did not plan to deal with the affairs of the Heavenly Demon Guard for the time being, he still had to accept the position.

Of course, had Mu Jianfeng known that Li Ruoxi was capable of suspecting the sacred fruit, he would have undoubtedly rendered her unconscious at the bank that day without the slightest hesitation. Unfortunately, his tender sentimentality got the better of him, and he had given her the antidote instead.

The moment the blade was drawn, a low, mournful wailing echoed through the air, accompanied by billows of deathly aura.

"Did Zihao go to watch the competition today as well?" The old man picked up the teapot and gulped down several mouthfuls, struggling to suppress his rising anger. Cheng Chu curled up in his chair like a typhoid patient.

During the past few months, although Xie Ruolan had been extremely busy, she set aside time to accompany Lin Haoming whenever possible. Knowing how occupied she was, Lin Haoming simply accompanied her, and within the span of just a few months, he had grown familiar with many affairs concerning the human race in Ganzhou.

Fortunately, Lin Fengjin's reflexes were still fast enough to keep up. His demon-fate power was not just for show, so at this critical juncture, he was still able to control his body and barely dodge the strike. However, his intended counterattack was naturally nipped in the bud.

Once Ian's sword embryo entered its body, the Gustias tree fell completely silent. The sword embryo swallowed the mass of blood energy along with the tree's spirit into its body and began slowly digesting them. It could be said that at this moment, the demonic tree had completely lost its self-awareness and could no longer pose any threat.

After all, her parents showed no change in attitude toward her even after she became a Samsara cultivator, so why should she care about people who had already degraded themselves?

"Senior Brother, may I ask where Senior Brother Ning Cheng has gone? Do you know?" Yan Ji hurriedly stepped forward and asked.

Another probationary knight, who had been chatting with Diansis not far away, immediately turned his head and shouted loudly upon hearing Sake's words.

Shen Yuexi was somewhat puzzled. Zheng Wan should not have known anyone in the pugilistic world, so how had she managed to acquire the medicine?

A suitcase came tumbling down the stairs, its contents of clothes and daily necessities scattering everywhere in utter disarray.

Seeing this somewhat eerie scene, everyone was clearly extremely astonished, and some even began to doubt the authenticity of the mirror.

The moment Jessie saw Qi Beiming appear, a bad premonition instantly arose in his heart, and upon hearing that he also wanted to join in, his expression changed abruptly.

Judging by their current strength, if the secluded He family truly made a move, everything that currently existed would vanish in a split second.

The smile on Qin Mohang's face froze. Shen Tongyan had just finished surgery; if she were to find out about what was happening outside, it would likely shock her.

That wasn't right either. Since it knew she was of dragon descent, it must be familiar with normal dragons. Could it really not see through her aura?

"Sister-in-law, don't you dare take that!" Zhao Xinyi bolted toward home; even in his denseness, he possessed a shred of self-awareness.

Sensing a murderous intent approaching from behind, although Night Qingli was aware of it, her earlier outburst of crying and fussing had exhausted almost all her strength. Her current state was so feeble that she lacked even the energy to twitch a finger. If Night Ziyuan truly wanted to kill her, then now was the best and only opportunity.

The Samsara Mirror was right behind him. With just a single turn, he caught sight of himself within the massive bronze mirror.

Mutual understanding and mutual support—this was what love was supposed to look like, rather than one-sided demands.