Chapter 285: The Mastermind

"Yan brother?"

Mo Fengqing called out from across.

At that moment, the line of characters before Yan Nanfeng dissolved into the wind, as if it had never existed.

He snapped back to awareness, a strange expression flickering across his face:

"I think… I know what to give Lin Mo as his reward."

Mo Fengqing and the others exchanged puzzled glances but asked no further questions.

After conversing with his friends, Yan Nanfeng promptly ended the call, recalling that

When she pulled out the money, the two men were stunned—especially Pei Linyun, whose gaze at her was deeply odd.

Using aura to pressure and force Han Yang to speak the truth—this is a common interrogation tactic, to see if he cracks.

This tide of demons grew ever larger, its aura terrifyingly boundless, as if it could crush mountains and rivers flat.

Seeing the two children huddled together, trembling against the wall outside the door, Xiao Ling's rage surged straight to his skull; he didn't hold back at all, landing brutal blows.

Lin Bei chased after him, but before he could react, someone slammed him hard from behind, knocking him to the ground.

Ji Qingyao's lips curled slightly—achieving her goal was enough; now, when she proposed building a separate house, no one could object. Living with a family whose hearts were all black, she feared she might die in her sleep and never see tomorrow's sun.

When they pulled up the large statue again, it closed smoothly and vanished; the vines clinging to it were shaken loose, not a single strand carried away.

"Yao'er, we've already secretly pledged our lives to each other. Since I'm leaving, don't you have anything else to say to me? I'm heartbroken at the thought of not seeing you for so long—why are you acting as if nothing's happened?" Pei Mingche stared unblinkingly at Ji Qingyao.

Xia Qimiao had been hearing faint, intermittent breathing—until the sound began to drift away; she extended her cane forward and felt as if she'd struck a leg.

No one expected the first person to connect today would open with such a shocking statement.

The principle behind this painting is "Laziness," one of the Seven Deadly Sins of Darkness—it dissolves willpower, luring one into indulgence in comfort, but it is more than a mental poison: it can truly melt and erase spiritual power.

"I'm sorry." She had been at fault here; all she could say were these three words.

Leaving the exam hall, I didn't feel the excitement I'd imagined; instead, a faint tension arose—a quiet unease about the unpredictable future. No one knew what tomorrow would bring.

The two walked slowly onto the boxing ring; as the referee announced the match's start, Wu Ming and Zhu Ge Dachang immediately wore grim expressions, their eyes sharp and piercing—the kind of gaze that, as legend said, could make anyone who met it pregnant, as if they meant to tear each other apart.

"Almost" doesn't mean "none." Lucifer was precisely such a cold, heartless man—a fighter among scumbags. Wu Ming's expression shifted unpredictably; his original plan had been to fail negotiations, then seize the next opportunity to capture Gabriel as a hostage. Now, the plan was ruined.

With that, the Creation Jade Disc above his head spun with a low hum, emitting a subtle yet irresistible force that gently pushed everyone out of the Purple Xu Palace.

Li Shenpu couldn't help but interrupt Ju You, desperate to ask: "Why did Father open the Hell Gate? Why is Old Jack still alive after trying to stop him?"

"Dad, Mom said she's coming home with us—I'm so happy!" Yu Hao didn't understand what the adults were discussing; he simply voiced his own feelings.

In an instant, my vision grew vast and empty; only the howling wind beside me reminded me—I still existed in this hazy world.

"Director Gao, what exactly do you want?" Sitting this close to him made her feel inexplicably tense and suffocated—she hated this feeling.