Chapter 131

“Young Master, where are you from?” The purple-robed woman brushed off the chair, inviting Gu Zhao to sit, then sat sideways opposite him, displaying her graceful figure before his eyes.

Gu Zhao unconsciously scanned her from head to toe, then said seriously, “I am from Changping Prefecture, traveling to Yongzhou to gather folk customs and compose poetry and paintings.”

The red-robed woman glanced at Gu Zhao’s eager eyes, then at Zhuo Qingyan’s cold expression, and smiled knowingly, turning to Gu—

After the agreement was signed, both parties immediately completed the loan procedures and blueprint handover. After the transaction ended, George said to Chen Ning alone, “Chen, thank you for your help to the United States. These items on the list are ours alone to give you—they will return with you aboard the ship.”

“This is already good enough; our original goal has been achieved. Lu Rongting can be dealt with later,” Chen Ning said.

What shocked them most was that Yun Feng had killed someone! This cabin belonged to the Wei family, and to fight and kill inside it was to defy the Weis outright!

Suddenly, a deafening roar rose as a massive crimson dragon emerged behind the Blood Serpent, its fangs glowing even brighter with crimson radiance.

With that, Chen Yi thrust out a punch—like a fist, like a spear, like a sword—straight and unyielding.

“Forget him—I still have to get back on the road,” Dong Zhanyun sharply shoved the men away, until they vanished from sight… leaving only them standing there, dumbfounded.

Shi Yi woke to the morning sunlight, blinking open sleepy eyes, only to find Lu Tong gone. Startled, Shi Yi leapt from bed and stepped into the room—only to see Yang Linxiao and Lu Tong sitting in the living room.

Cui Feng summoned Nine You spiritual power; the dark Xuan glow lifted the coffin, slowly drifting toward the mercury waterfall, while Cui Feng and the Stone Monkey retreated steadily to avoid being caught in the surge.

Lu Tong opened wide, terrified eyes, staring at Fei Liangyan, tears streaming down her face as she shook her head.

He clenched his fist, feeling the divine power within—so harmonious, so natural. If he ever had to return it to that lonely god of the other realm, Chen Xiu truly would be reluctant.

In that moment, I could not refuse, could not struggle. Perhaps as long as I was in his arms, in his embrace, I never wanted to escape, never wanted to break free.

Quan He pressed me tightly against the fridge door; I clearly felt his physical reaction, yet I could not read the agony on his face.

Xu Mu recognized the man—the same one who had once led five others to attack him. He cast a dismissive glance and moved on.

In his hand appeared a long blade, covered in bloodstains, its dark red hue identical to that of Shadow Strike’s signature color.

Since Zhou Qing’s theft remained unknown, Old Dog Chu did not alert the target, hiding in the shadows to continue surveillance.

“You already know my goal. I can now fight you to a standstill with bare hands—what if I had a Chaos-level cultivation technique? Or even a Chaos artifact? How many would be my match? If you give it to me, I promise to spare your life,” Chen Xiu said.

Casillia was not the only one who understood. The other forwards realized it too—Hornasan’s lips twitched involuntarily, while Kolo and Baldo slightly lowered their heads, hiding their nearly uncontrollable joy.

In-laws troubled Ye Fan more than relocating ancestral graves. Compensation for the grave relocation still left room for negotiation, but becoming an in-law struck at the very reputation of Ye Fan’s family in Peach Blossom Village.

Tiptoeing through the entire room, he found only the keys and phone—his mother’s clothes had vanished entirely, even her undergarments and shoes gone?

Ye Yun’s heart was always kind, so he agreed to the three leaders’ demands—but Ye Yun was no saint. He revoked everything he had granted them: their martial techniques, cultivation methods, enhanced internal energy, and even their memories of this time.