Chapter 144: Wang Yulou Is Ruthless, but the Others Are No Less So

Wang Yulou is ruthless, but the others are no less so.

Because of his contributions, his prestige in the cultivation world and the Demon Realm grew ever greater; unless it touched on a matter of life and death for all, whenever Xie Xin had any request, every person and demon would step in to help without condition.

Suddenly sensing the change in Yu Kun, a surge of urgency welled up in Rou Dai; she dragged her barely-stanched body upright, heedless of everything, struggling to rise.

Yu Sheng's words still carried considerable weight among the five, so the other four followed behind without the slightest objection.

Tang Cheng looked at Jia'er Ka; Jia'er Ka had just said she was going to sleep, but even now she was still agonizing over who should keep watch and refused to go to bed.

"Suo Tian, let's go—I'll help you destroy that Seventh-Tier Heavenly Immortal!" Qing Yun said very casually.

"This poor Daoist is Yan Xiong, the head of the Spirit Beast 'Gate.' If this poor Daoist is not mistaken, are you honored guests of the Carefree Sect?" the old man at the head asked politely.

Yu Huan was leaning on his Immortal-Slaying Halberd, watching alongside Yi Meng and Jin Men as the Jin clan disciples and the Mei clan's outer perimeter guards slaughtered one another.

Jia'er Ka hurriedly tossed the snow from her hands, clapped them clean, and caught up with Tang Cheng; Tang Cheng reached out and took Jia'er Ka's hand.

"Congratulations, you've passed!" Having received her master's order, Ming Yue could only turn back and say to Xie Xin.

"Sister, I know you like him. But he's got no place for you in his heart. He already has five Ladies—five, every one of them fair of face and lovely, delicate and charming. So you don't need to speak up for him." Ke Xin still would not let it go.

Yun Maozhe exchanged a few more polite words; only then did Rong Jin, cradling Rong Ruo, depart under Shopkeeper Lu's escort—but before leaving, she gave Yun Xiao a smile laden with meaning.

The Yun family had been plagued by ill fortune of late, and had now suffered an assassination attempt as well; Yun Maozhe was not in Jingcheng, and the inner quarters were far from peaceful. So Yun Xiao proposed going to Prime Minister Temple to pray and chant scriptures for peace, and Yuan Shi and the others agreed on the spot.

She must have known that, because of her, Tan Haoran had been implicated and killed. If she had not thrown herself into Tan Haoran's arms back then, perhaps Xu Jian's fury would have been aimed at her alone.

No matter how thick-skinned Song Shiyu was, he could not withstand being scrutinized by such a burning gaze; he suddenly felt a pang of sympathy for Mu Qianxun, who had to endure that same gaze every time.

A furious, low snarl pressed down from above with crushing weight; the watching crowd all trembled, looked up in unison, and saw Pei Ling standing cold and aloof on the second floor. His gaze, looking down in contempt, burned with a heavy fury, and the murderous aura erupting from his whole being was terrifying.

Yun Xiao had wanted to keep refusing, but suddenly recalled that she and Rong Jin had already been intimate; the entanglement between them was only because of the Hehuan Love Poison. She steadied her heart and stopped refusing.

Wang Rui, on the contrary, went the opposite way—not only refusing to keep a low profile, but actively going out of her way to pick fights. Isn't that just plain stupid?

Because the skin had been entirely damaged back then, even when the scab later formed, growing new skin over it became far more difficult.

But after all, she had only just started working, and Chen Jiawei hadn't said anything either. She couldn't possibly refuse him as decisively as she had refused others, because starting tomorrow he would be her "Master." If she called it out now, how awkward would their future interactions be?

Even if he was angry, even if his movements were excessive, he was still holding back his strength and hadn't hurt her at all. Even when he gripped her neck, it was only a symbolic gesture. When had he ever thought of hurting her? Yet she kept calling him mad, over and over. How could he not go mad?

At once, he quickly packed and tidied up, then temporarily bade farewell to the others on the spirit vessel; alone, he piloted a single spirit vessel to a deserted place.

Looking it over from top to bottom, Ye Qingli sorted it out and reached a conclusion: one must not kill people, and must not harm the ordinary animals within Wuzong Forest.

"Wait… are you trying to murder me?" Geng Haoshi had already broken out in goosebumps all over.

Besides, the two had only been married a little over half a month; Xia Zhi and Gu Beicheng's conjugal affection was at its peak—how could she possibly believe Hu Meili's nonsense?

It seemed to come from an eternity ago; having weathered the erosion of time, its entire body was steeped in a vast, primeval aura, and everywhere proclaimed splendor and glory.

There stood the Queen Mother of the West, robed in splendid diaphanous pheasant-feather attire; atop her high coiled chignon was pinned a profusion of pearl curtains and jeweled ornaments, which cast a precious gleam across her slightly full and graceful face, adding yet another touch of nobility.

Although her luck was good—she'd grabbed eight hundred eighty-eight million—she still couldn't match up against Li Qingyang.

Another man immediately stepped forward to grab Xiao Baozhu's arm. Xiao Baozhu's eyes now blazed with viciousness; she opened her mouth and bit down hard on the man's arm. The man, in pain, raised his hand and slapped Xiao Baozhu across the face.

"Oh, you're here!" The hostess, who had been playing on her phone, smiled and greeted the receptionist as she came in.

The Grand Minister of Fate looked once more at the girl before him, Red Thread. He had heard that this girl had defeated many martial arts experts to claim the Heaven-Vanishing Divine Sword. But he believed it was simply because those people's martial arts were lacking that they were beaten by her.

In other words, the strange figure with the masked head who had earlier used a long nail to ambush Du Chengyi.

The assembled crowd below slowly took their leave; as they departed the great council hall, they exchanged glances, silently conveying all manner of information.

The enormous maw it had opened in front looked utterly horrifying and disgusting. The entire oral cavity was a fleshy red, and the terrifying part was that inside it was lined with layer upon layer of sharp, needle-like fangs, arranged one after another in concentric rings.

It didn't matter that they didn't know what trump cards Ye Yiming held—what mattered was that Lu Hun had already given the order. The thirteen men almost simultaneously drew their weapons.

Prometheus·Nemo hovered at his side, face taut with tension. A super-giant of the underworld had arrived, and he had no idea why.

As for the equivalent item this time—the true secret behind Ghost Burial—Du Chengyi certainly wanted to know.

Only, what she did not know was that, in a secret chamber some unknown number of kilometers away, Qin Fan was watching her every move with great interest.

As for bringing Kamishiro Rize human food—that was simply asking for death. Ghouls who ate human food always ended up vomiting it back up, and who would be in a good mood after vomiting? In a bad mood, they might just find some place and start a fight on the spot.

"Luo Laosan, what do you think?" The Eldest Brother's voice was still just as unpleasant, but within that unpleasant voice one could still detect an emotion called nervousness.