Chapter 113: Deceived Time and Time Again

Having abstained from physical intimacy the night before, Lu Jianwei woke up at six o'clock the next morning alongside Gu Huaizheng.

"Want to sleep a bit longer?" Gu Huaizheng watched his wife yawn, her eyes welling up with tears that left them tinged with a delicate red. He felt a sudden heat rising in his throat, and his voice turned raspy.

Lu Jianwei looked at him with amusement, pressing a finger to his lips, only for him to attempt to take it into his mouth the moment he opened them.

Lu Jianwei quickly retracted her hand, exasperated.

He lifted his head to look at the envoy of Caiji. The powder of soil had already flowed completely over his arm, yet not a single speck fell to the ground; instead, it vanished into the torn space. Those seemingly hollow, white eyes appeared capable of piercing through everything.

"Is it not here? I believe it is!" Suddenly, the Vampire Prince turned his gaze toward the wardrobe where Wang Fan was hiding and walked directly toward it.

A-Guang was so rattled by this blow that he couldn't even manage a smile. The LS team was far too fond of assisting the top lane, placing immense pressure on the player matched against Su Yang.

The giant ship sailed steadily once again through the narrow pass. Even though it continued to forge ahead through the destructive storm, it was as if those tempests did not exist at all, and the journey proceeded with remarkable smoothness.

Steve racked his brains, simultaneously beginning to observe every corner of his Dantian with meticulous care.

Lin Luoyao pushed the door open and entered. Lan Qi was still sitting at the table, but the faint flush on her cheeks had not yet fully faded.

After Yan Feixue's cross-referencing, they determined that their current location was about seventy or eighty miles from Shennong Valley. Given their pace, arriving within three days would be more than enough.

"I can't claim the title of 'hero' for that," Manager Sun chuckled from the side, clearly treating Boss Li's words as mere boasting.

Even so, Ning Hao's sleeve had been completely shredded by the sheer force of this Xuanwu power.

Since even he, a casino partner, was only offered a one-year contract, finding a suitable assistant coach was proving to be incredibly difficult.

Starting a week ago, every day after the exams concluded, he would sneakily run downstairs to the cafeteria and rummaging through the hollow of the tree near the wall.

In Youyi’s heart, Ju Jingwa held the highest priority—more important even than Youyi’s own life. What was cultivation? Was it edible? Compared to cultivation, Youyi preferred to cook delicious meals with her own hands for Ju Jingwa.

However, Kobe Bryant was always the stubborn type. Even if he were to play until his Achilles tendon snapped, he would never consider stepping off the court to rest.

Seeing this scene, Li Linlang felt relieved and continued his conversation with Chen Yixun and Zhang Chengjiu.

Li Ronghao privately extended his right hand. Li Linlang was stunned for a moment, then smiled and reached out to shake it.

Qin Xuan naturally understood what had happened; he, too, had encountered a snobbish salesperson.

Instantly, several pairs of eyes converged on Fang Shan, leaving the latter with his mouth wide open—he couldn't bring himself to take a bite, nor could he stop, and after a long moment of awkwardness, he had no choice but to return the item.

"Alright, then thank you so much, Brother Ronghao," Li Linlang said with a light smile.

The skeleton, in a fit of rage, lifted its foot and snapped the corpse’s neck, following up with a roundhouse kick that sent the severed head flying.

Could it be because of that matter? A bolt of lightning suddenly flashed through his mind, and his face turned even paler; he couldn't help but tighten his grip on the sword in his hand. If it truly were about that, and the other party used his mother as a threat, what was he to do?

In truth, the moment Xie Hui and the others appeared, Yang You had sensed countless eyes watching him from the shadows, their mental intent like a tangible force, scanning every inch of his body as if they were desperate to dissect him and uncover all his secrets.

After examining the iron sword in his hand one last time, Chang Yong let out a deep sigh and handed it to Ye Yinfeng.