Chapter 46: If You Want to Fight, Fight Ruan Mianmian
Gu Xichen was the heir to the Gu Group, a true aristocrat among the wealthy elite. With her parents and younger brother in his hands, she was nothing more than a minor figure who could never hope to contend with him. Crushing her would be as effortless for him as snapping an ant between his fingers.
She had always said it: sooner or later, the system would be the death of her.
Ruan Mianmian dared not delay. Without a moment's hesitation, she called for a car and hurried toward Niujiaoling Park. Checking the navigation, she couldn’t help but wonder whether it was a coincidence, or something more, that Niujiaoling Park was so close to her—
Meanwhile, high above, Guancheng could hear, with startling clarity, the thunderous roar erupting like a barrage of cannon fire from within the vortex of magical devouring.
Ever since Shen Yan had eradicated the Insect Empire with the Poison of Crawlers, trouble had followed him relentlessly.
The disciple in charge of registration was Wang Linzhen, an inner disciple of the Mount Shu Sword Sect. Among the newly inducted inner disciples, he was considered relatively accomplished, which was why he had been entrusted with the task of handling the registration of new sect members.
The Harp Demon was still injured and had yet to recover. Even if she had the will, she lacked the strength; otherwise, her mere presence on the frontier would have sent the army’s morale soaring. Unfortunately, the Golden Dragon Empire had long since broadcast the news far and wide—by now, it was common knowledge in every camp along the Western Extremes’ frontlines.
He understood that Lin Ke didn’t mean that ordinary people had no fear of Moonwheel Mountain, nor that the Lin family ancestor was so bold as to court death.
They had already taken the medicine; regret was useless now. All they could do was submit, unwilling pawns in Lai Hongyi’s grasp, too fearful to resist.
“Then give it to me on the afternoon of the fifth. We’ll go visit Grandpa,” Long Xinyue spoke up.
Yet, deep down, he was even more certain: the only way out of his predicament was to find a way to eliminate Jessie Anna.
“Can you be sure that the Heaven and Earth Spirit Treasure about to emerge is indeed the Thunder Spirit Sacred Pearl?” Jia Juncang asked.
In his rare moments of leisure, Shen Yan preferred not to stay in the luxuriously decorated master bedroom on the fourth floor. Instead, he was drawn to the guardroom on the first floor of the temple, once the commander’s quarters.
Honestly, I never seriously considered biting my tongue to end it all. Though I yearned for death, I cared about the manner of it. I wanted to die so I could see Bai Jinghong again. When I saw him, I’d have to speak—imagine, talking to him and suddenly half my tongue falls out, forcing me to stuff it back in, awkward and undignified.
The word “fake death” sent a chill through me. I sat up abruptly, just as Li Tan sat up as well.
“What’s so bad about it?” Zheng Long cared only about being with Ketian; what did affairs of state matter to him?
With no one remaining at the original site, Qin Junxi could only rely on the ship’s scanners for any leads.
When the crisis for the Chu family was mentioned, Cousin Chu’s gaze grew vicious, her composure nearly slipping.
“My lord, I—I won’t really die, will I?” Sadin trembled as he was dragged by the Night Watch brothers into the tent of that imposing young man, who looked to be about his age.
For some reason, the first thing that caught my eye was not his waist, but his well-defined abs.
Dr. Zheng looked at me with perfect calm, saying nothing. I suddenly felt a wave of rejection and looked at him anxiously.
All I could do was shrink into Song Zheyi’s embrace. It didn’t really help, but, as luck would have it, that was when Li Tan chose to appear.
The master of this place regarded the cultivators with open hostility, so much so that he himself was startled.
He knew perfectly well that a single word from him could outweigh ten—a hundred—of hers.
He had barely entered the room when he saw a stern-faced man of middle age and two strikingly handsome young men.
Heat rushed instantly to Zhong Ling’s cheeks; if not for her zombie constitution, her face would surely have been as red as an apple.
The merit consumed in each world was limited. Any surplus would nourish the soul of the mission-taker, making their spirit ever stronger.