77. Hiring a Cat: A Minor Affair (Part 2)

Bai Yangxuan was clearly unimpressed by Nangong Fenghua’s words; he had always disliked such vague and mystical talk. Ignoring Nangong Fenghua, he crossed his arms and fell into deep thought.

Ye Xiang had just arrived when she overheard Huang Renzhi’s complaints, but she found them amusing. This time, it seemed they were truly in for a protracted struggle with the mutated beasts.

Xiao Le felt helpless for a while. After thinking it over, she had no choice but to hand the phone back to Xiao Tu.

She found it funny and turned to look at Qingming. That beautiful and gentle face had been watching her all this time, smiling faintly. In those bright eyes was a subtle, good-natured mockery, as if to say: “You country girl, is this your first time in the great city of Shanghai? Are you stunned by the splendor before your eyes? You really are like Granny Liu entering the Grand View Garden for the first time.”

Fang Xiang’s pretty face flushed with anger. Being called such an insult was nothing short of a personal affront. Yet, upon glancing at Lin Jingxiu, she managed to suppress her fury, climbed into the car indignantly, and drove off. She parked at a distant lot before heading into the modeling school.

“So, old man, are you finally afraid?” Meng shouted, his blood-red eyes flashing.

Watching the emperor leave in haste, Leng Yue sensed something was amiss, but without evidence, she could not speak out recklessly.

He Lili suddenly pushed open the wooden door of the west wing. The door, neglected for years, had a broken hinge. Not only did it emit a piercing creak, but the panel nearly fell off.

Wei Chunxiao, upon arriving on the mainland, was entrusted by the Wei family with great responsibility since Li Mulai was the Wei Group’s branch manager in Shanghai, and tasked with urging Wei Chunxiao to “make progress.”

“Go on, give me a reason. People may stoop so low as to fall in love with the wrong person, but they mustn’t be foolish enough to be blinded by emotion. Yan Qingwu, let’s hear your reason—see if you can make me laugh.” Langya turned away from Yan Qingwu and set aside his wine.

The First World is the beginning of eternity; the Fourth World is the end. Though the Half-Step Supreme is customarily listed among the Eternal Lords, in truth, it is the bridge between the eternal and the supreme.

“I’m watching TV. I just didn’t expect—” Ma was about to joke about a classmate’s shamelessness, which had reached unprecedented heights.

As they spoke, a furious roar suddenly erupted. DOU Xi’s body burst forth with a dazzling golden light, flooding the entire hall in its brilliance.

“What a powerful attack! This ferocious Thunder Serpent—is it the soul of the Thunder Hammer?” Watching the commotion on the platform, Zhao Yan felt a chill in his heart. He looked up at Lei Li, his gaze filled with terror.

“Black Rain” and “White Knight” were both being urgently rebuilt and repaired, but to bet that “these two units could be fully restored before the next Angel invasion” would be nothing short of a desperate hope.

As he spoke, his eyes were glued to Hua Luo’s prominent chest and her sensuously long legs.

“Yes, Wan Jing is right. If you can’t come up with a reasonable solution today, hmph, you’ll pay for it! You know how tough we are.” Zhu Meixian waved her delicate fist.

Yet Ye Zheng thought further: weren’t Wan Jing, Zhu Meixian, and Zhu Yuyan all the same? Three generations of women—what did Huang Rong or Feng Heng have to do with any of it?

After a while, Esther suddenly turned to Hiluda, grabbed her arm, and shook it back and forth.

Together with the other nine Golden Saints, he left the divine palace. After a casual farewell, he departed ahead of the others, who were still too stunned to notice.

“Why are you treating our leader so poorly? Please show some respect!” The old monk Fa De could not stand it any longer and voiced his dissatisfaction.

In the end, the younger siblings all had their turns. Indeed, one should not be too greedy in life, or… there will be retribution.

“Of course.” Liu Jie leaned against Chen Wei, longing for this day for a long time.

The patriarchs of the Eight Great Families, upon hearing Gu Chen’s words, all suddenly wore cold expressions once more.

So now, at this moment, they were bound to agree to his demands.

“Why didn’t you say so earlier… Let’s go.” Tian Yi put down his work and left the hall for Lian Yi’s location.

Xu Mo’s cultivation clone raised his head coolly to the sky, clenched his fists even tighter, and drops of fresh blood slid past his fingertips, dripping onto the stone path below.

Wu Fan, having endured many rounds of body refinement, acquired black gold coal from the Dragon Palace beneath the sea and forged the Carbon-Fiber Divine Body. Not long ago, while saving his master Sword Saint Xiao, he was shackled by manganese-chromium iron chains. Wu Fan summoned his Samadhi True Fire, melted the chains, and fashioned a metallic body.

“This ward is incredibly strong!” Chen Yan exclaimed in shock, hastily retreating as his right hand unfurled and the Night Emperor’s Seal spun rapidly in front of him, blocking the narrow passage completely.

Geng Xuan was momentarily at a loss for words, unable to refute Tang Zong’s logic—after all, inspecting the grain shipments and checking the ledgers were not matters a mere river transport adjutant responsible for warehouse security could object to.

Three staff members had arrived, all impeccably dressed. Even the highest-ranking leader, though not in uniform, wore professional attire.

He wore light gray casual trousers and a pale sweatshirt, holding a cup—no telling if it contained water or wine—gazing out the window, seemingly unaware of someone behind him snapping photos.

Song Xiao wanted to confess, but back when he helped the young madam keep secrets from the eldest master, if he confessed now, the master would surely have him berate a whole squad of bodyguards again.

The memorials reporting Shao Heng’s various crimes, along with testimonies from members of the imperial clan—collected by Zhu Youye at the behest of Cao Lin—had reached the imperial court.

Tang Yao braced herself with her hands against the ground, leveraged her body into the air, flipped mid-jump, and dodged the golden bamboo leaf.

Among those behind him stood a representative of the old workers; now their hands were red from applause, cheering nonstop.

Shrouded in black mist, Cang Yun appeared silently. Beside him, Huang Shi, one arm severed, gazed on with a look of utter dread.