Chapter 241: Side Story — True Person Mu Chunze / Deer Demon King Rui

Side Story — True Person Mu Chunze / Deer Demon King Rui

My name is Mu Chunze, and I am a loose cultivator.

Born into the mortal world, I was found to possess a spiritual root when a small sect was taking in disciples, and so I set foot on the path of cultivation.

That small sect called itself a sect, but was in truth a clan; the sect master's family held every key position within it.

We disciples who were pulled in were, in fact, nothing more than slave labor for that clan.

I cultivated there for twenty-eight years.

During those twenty-eight years, I never—

Though Zhai Yi was outstanding, he was not yet important enough to represent Carlisle and be brought along to face the press.

She could almost foresee it — if she kept dawdling, her sister's "righteous" hand would soon reach for her ears and deliver a loving lesson.

The great hall was full of the wounded and sick. Though Shangguan Yun worried about Huo Qingqing's and Yang Yizhi's safety, he was in no rush; he treated the others first, while Xiao Yingying continued to assist at his side.

Ye Yu's figure did not move, but the longsword in his hand had already begun to radiate a dazzling brilliance, as if merging with the spiritual energy between heaven and earth.

The only consequence was a lifetime ban on entering the country — after all, the two nations had no extradition treaty, and the descendants' lives within the country were entirely unaffected.

The tall giraffe lowered its head gracefully to eat leaves, while the zebras strolled leisurely across the grass.

On the court, Zhai Yi was excitedly rubbing his fists together; the moment he saw Ray Allen, Pierce, and Garnett, he felt his chance to become a legend in a single battle had arrived.

With acquisitions of this scale, the fear is that the lawyers have been bought off — when the losses come, they are measured in units of hundreds of millions.

Long Jianfei had not finished speaking when he felt the car sink. Both Bear Big and Da Hei sensed something was off. Before anyone could speak, Da Hei had already thrown the steering wheel left and right — he knew there was someone in the car.

He turned it over in his mind; a voice in his heart stirred, wanting to speak, yet unsure whether it should — that subtle awkwardness and pent-up feeling could only be sensed, not spoken.

Even so, the incident at Baoxiang Temple on Laba Festival remained a topic of conversation on every street corner and over every meal.

"Did Ruoxi call the police?" Wu Wei's heart tightened. The soundproofing inside the villa was excellent, and he still had Inception — he could handle the scene and the body. But if Yu Ruoxi had called the police, he would have no time to clean up the scene.

"Sigh... a clash between the peak experts of the present era was bound to leave someone to retreat in defeat." Nan Ling gazed at that stretch of red sky and sighed—that was where Nangong Li was.

Doctors hold absolute authority in front of a patient's family, because the lives of the family member lie in their hands. No matter how high your rank, no matter how wealthy the businessman, at that moment they all have to treat them with respect.

If it had been any other man, Wu Wei would never have let him get so close to Liu Xixi. But, for some reason, in Wu Wei's eyes, Fang Chang was simply not qualified to be his rival in love.

Fang Yi did not argue with Sun Hongli; he simply pinched out the cigarette in his hand between his fingers, without a word.

Wu Wei glanced at Long You's chips — over five million as well. His target had always been Hairenamu; he kept thinking about swallowing Hairenamu's chips in one gulp.

The prenatal checkup went smoothly; everything was normal. Fu Shiyi sent a message to Fu Shihan reporting the situation while looping her arm through Su Wanxin's and walking out.

Nalan Piaoxue turned to look at Meteorite City and said: "He says you are hope, but I do not know what hope. The Primordial Demon-Subduing Halberd is yours — leave in three days." The moment her words fell, she vanished.

That evening, Xiao Baizhu met with 738 again; of course, the arrangement was still made by Xue Long. 738 and Xue Long came into dispute over the question of Xiao Baizhu's identity.

Too bad, this wasn't water — in the air, one couldn't simply wave a hand and move one's body around.

Regarding this matter, Leng Muhang said that Yun Duoduo was the lead and he was the support, so he would not speak lightly.

Qin Shang did not answer; he did not know how to. Should he tell her that it was because Meiying had fallen for her, but felt inferior because of his own identity and dared not come too close — better to cut off his own thoughts while the feeling was still shallow and had not yet sunk deep into the heart?