Volume One, Chapter 135: Heartache

Bo Xingzhou stepped into the driver’s seat, skillfully adjusting the seat and rearview mirror before starting the engine.

The engine emitted a low rumble, and a quiet, subtle atmosphere filled the car.

Fu Yuting fastened her seatbelt and tilted her head to watch the night scenery rushing past the window, unable to resist stealing a glance at the man beside her who was focused on driving.

The lines of his profile appeared exceptionally sharp and clean in the flickering light.

Qi Ping was not just making things up; he had studied intermediate educational knowledge, which included common legal sense. He understood these matters well: as long as he was a citizen, the other party had to be cautious.

"Fine." Cancan pouted and watched patiently as her sister drew. Behind them came the crunching sound of soft snow being stepped on. Cancan turned back to see that Si Xin had returned. Si Xin was not a person to be easily approached, but out of politeness, Zengzheng smiled and raised a hand to greet him.

At this moment, hearing the mechanics of this competition, Ye Qingcheng felt as though the City Lord’s mansion was like a vampire.

The man in white explained that he had simply been hunting a Greedy Leopard, and saving the two of them was merely an incidental act.

Tsunade stopped in her tracks, for she had sensed a familiar aura: Orochimaru.

Yun Qi returned on time in the afternoon. She selected a few from the prey to keep in captivity and smoked the rest. Among them were some rare animals protected by the bloodline within Yun Qi, so she chose to let those roam free.

Having earned a significant number of target vouchers, Qi Ping felt very content. He became pitch-black once more, blending perfectly into the night as he pondered.

The Emperor of Dongxia had always valued etiquette and law above all else. Although some officials favored concubines and neglected their legal wives, they would never dare to hand over the management of their household affairs to a concubine. If Minister Ye had truly done such a thing, his position as a high official would have come to an end.

"Everyone can eat fruit to stave off hunger at noon and wait until the afternoon to return," Bailan said, quite satisfied with Yun Qi’s competence. She praised Yun Qi repeatedly, and though it was mostly encouragement, Yun Qi still blushed inexplicably.

Danzō gritted his teeth, but in the end, he did not resist. Leaning on his cane, he left with the two Anbu ninjas.

But Rudia did not get his wish; a pair of pale, bone-like daggers blocked his "mid-air knee strike." Zod’s sudden intervention could be considered as having saved Rogers’ life.

Ling Yunwu was no fool. The moment Jiang Huaibin hesitated, he detected the issue over the phone. Suppressing his anger, his tone was filled with skepticism and dissatisfaction.

In a split second, he bit his lip until it bled, and with all his might, he lunged violently to the side.

After all, as the young master of the Ji family who controlled the Linzhou area, Ji Xuan was usually gentle, but when he became serious, the dignity of the Ji family was undeniable. Fang Jun was immediately intimidated, and the words he had intended to speak were swallowed back down.

Tang Ming’s first step was to join a mercenary group and become a hired mercenary.

The cultivators throughout Tianhai City felt it, and those in the know suddenly realized it was time for the Li family’s annual festival.

The location was the hospital, and the people were Li Chao and his group, but the plot of the story was different from what he had previously imagined.

"Master Lu Zifeng, what is the meaning of this? Master Guhong is, after all, a Pill King; you are showing him no respect." Bai Ya’s expression turned cold.

Ling Yunwu’s words were like an amnesty to Wang Dazhi and the others. They exhaled in unison, agreed, and walked out without the slightest hesitation, as if afraid of being dragged into the matter.

The Ancient Demon Emperor did not know it was a Heavenly Demon. The era of the Divine Demon Age had passed, leaving only the Sanctuary, while the Heavenly Demons had vanished. There were very few records of Heavenly Demons in the history of the heavens and myriad worlds.

Was that his own voice? In this place, even his own voice could not be transmitted properly. It was more likely that Di Shitian’s voice had not come from the direction his ears perceived at all; perhaps he was just on the other side of the street, hidden from his view.