Chapter 109

“Come back with Mom!”

Li Qixing’s mother, filled with hatred and fear, dared not look He Chen in the eye, afraid that in her rage she might provoke him into revealing more, so she pulled her son away.

“Mom～” Li Qixing wanted to refuse, but under his mother’s forceful tugging, his body involuntarily followed, leaving him only able to cast an apologetic glance at the beautiful coach Luo Na before being dragged away, stumbling.

“Little He, think it over again—we at Jingda are always ready to welcome someone like you.”

After that day, Fang Yuan received a full fifteen hundred yuan stones from Lord Fang Liming.

How strange—how could the mighty Dragon King of Great Xia, a man of such heavenly prowess, one day be plagued by illness?

Looking down from above, the pit still existed, seemingly no different from when Ding Ze and the others had left.

“Master, I’d like to have my home’s feng shui assessed—have I disturbed you?” Liu Ranran smiled faintly as she asked Zhang Long.

She took several deep breaths, said nothing more, hurried back to her room after leaving, and called Yu Qing, telling her everything.

Luo Qianhuai pondered for a while and concluded that the item to end the game was highly likely hidden within one of the two boxes. But where could he find the key?

Behind the fences on both sides, over a dozen men—boys to young adults—were chained, all listless and unresponsive to her arrival.

She thought for a long while but found no clarity, so she set the matter aside once more and began organizing the words she would present to His Majesty.

The FBI team leader felt his head throbbing, panicked, furious, and torn—but finally gritted his teeth and ordered his men to cooperate with identity verification and continue the search.

Then he unbuttoned his black shirt; Yu Yan froze when she saw the bulging veins pulsing across his muscular chest.

At that time, they could easily use this to negotiate with the cultivators of Dongsheng, then find a way to seize enough spirit crystals and spirit mines before slipping away in the chaos back to Xiwu.

Compared to the unreliable Gou Er, his acting was superior, especially that deceptive face of his.

Suifeng gripped the zanpakutō sheathed at her lower back with her left hand, her terrifying killing intent flooding the entire prison cell.

Su Yi naturally did not follow; she sat facing Fang Fang in the lounge, waiting for Roland to bring the special pastries, sipping juice and eating snacks, utterly at ease.

More than three years remain until she turns fifteen—she would not waste her present happiness on an uncertain future.

More terrifying than any monster is the corrupted human heart; those who ultimately create monsters pay the price for their own deeds.

And Lu Er Yi feigned concern, claiming it was for his future schooling—that without selling the house, there would be no tuition.

If Ah Sheng were here, she’d say the Yellow Turbans’ doctrine was doomed. A thousand years of history proved that peasant uprisings could only succeed by either stockpiling grain and fortifying walls, or by encircling cities from the countryside. But the Yellow Turbans chose neither—they chose to attack the capital! Wasn’t that hell mode?

Everything was now clear: Wang Yangyang’s purpose in using Bu Ruibo’s hand was simply to have him support Wang Ba next—something not difficult for his current position.

After Xu APO’s husband passed away, this business ended—but Xu APO’s household might still have some firecrackers stashed away; outsiders wouldn’t know.

The next instant, he appeared behind Su Chen, his sword thrust toward Su Chen’s heart.

Instantly, the elders closest to the light gate flew into it—the restriction gone, no obstacle remained.

Ultimately, Luo Hao stopped nineteen meters from the waterfall’s drop point, for he could go no further; the undercurrent now struck his body like blades.

With the prince’s appearance, the love triangle became a Haomen multi-angle romance—had this happened in the future, it could easily have been turned into a hundred-episode soap opera.

The muscular man, offended by being ignored, sneered and said, “I’m Gao Zhichao—you can call me Teacher Gao.”

He has survived every trial of life and death—he is a man who walks at the gates of hell.

“It’s over—Brother Lü’s life is finished in the next lightning tribulation!” Wu Zhenkun said mournfully.

This was the first time he’d ever seen someone use a spirit beast to refine pills; now that he knew Shi Jin’s identity, he was deeply curious and eager to see the pills he made—if this spirit beast could be used for pill refining, then letting Shi Jin keep it was perfect.

Liu Nantian declared loudly, “Master Su is our Liu family’s honored guest—seeing him is like seeing our entire Liu clan. How dare you speak of Master Su? Are you challenging our Liu family?”

If Lin Feiyu truly cultivated the Hell Divine Art, it would be a colossal problem—and the probability that Lin Feiyu cultivated the Hell Divine Art was a hundred percent, without any doubt.

Li Ren’s head ached—he wanted to refuse outright, but seeing the frail old woman’s body, he dared not; he could only speak gently to persuade her. Yet Old Xin insisted.

With that, Ye Bai did not disturb the family further; he went out to the parlor and quietly closed his eyes to rest.

“So inhumane!” the white cat hissed; it felt danger permeated every corner of Shen Heng Academy.

“Boom! Boom! Boom!” Yao Muchen dodged Bai Yujing’s attack and punched the charging sea monster directly, releasing a trace of his blood-core aura; the monster’s tentacles shattered, its giant eyes flashed with blood-red fear, and its massive body trembled before suddenly dashing into the nearby sea.