Chapter 110: Aunt Ruan: Do You Really Dislike That?

The beautiful coach Luo Na gave He Chen one last deep look, her expression as if facing death with peace, then strode off with her long legs.

He Chen also left feeling refreshed and invigorated—not merely a passing feeling.

Each time he clashed with these infuriating people, the internal energy cultivated through Immortal Crane Qi and Turtle Breathing Qi surged with unusual vitality, ascending to a higher level.

It must be that after his mind became unobstructed, his inner state aligned with cultivation, allowing the energy to flow so smoothly and full of spirit.

In their eyes, Wang Fan’s fate was a sacrifice made to resist the demon race—honorable, heroic, an act of racial righteousness, giving his life for the future of humanity, an act of unparalleled nobility.

“Alright, that’s exactly why I came to you, Brother Guan. I want you to help me make the connection so we can make big money together.”

“Second, we can’t let the blame fall entirely on him—Cao Zhen is also guilty. After this punishment, the Cao family must never again command troops.”

“You’re truly a madman!” Liang Dong lit a cigar; though initially unfamiliar, as they spoke of the past, all lingering discomfort vanished completely.

“There is—apparently, a shipment of grain will be sent to Hanzhong in a few days.” The two captives answered, glancing sidelong at Huang Zhong, the man who had just promised not to kill them.

All things have roots, but emotion knows no bounds. The only eternal mystery of the world must be emotion.

“Don’t worry—I won’t kill you for now. As for later… it depends on your behavior. If you behave and don’t cause trouble, I might let you live a few more days. Otherwise—if you dare play tricks on me, I’ll kill you immediately.” Gao Fei threatened.

“What does the Prince command?” Three tall men stepped forward—they were Dongfang Jian’s three strongest bodyguards, the very men who had blocked He Hen Tian beside the ancient tomb.

Her eyelashes were long, making her look strikingly beautiful. She held a DSLR camera; this famed Iron Lady looked as if she had come for fieldwork.

The crocodile turtle had returned to its original resting spot; only a few torn scraps of clothing and a pool of black blood remained beside it. It lay lazily, eyes half-closed, as if dozing.

Mo Li felt goosebumps rise on her skin; her voice was sweet and cloying, but the thought that this woman was already the mother of three children made her feel distinctly nauseated.

“Uncle, since you’ve figured out Wu Qianlin’s scheme, do you have any countermeasures?” Zhang Fei asked cautiously.

Yun Feiyang hadn’t heard of this matter; he turned to look at his son—he always knew his son’s influence, and if anyone would know the details, it would be him.

Yang Ruxin glanced at the door of the adjacent room; though closed, she could sense Yang Rubei eavesdropping behind it. She sighed—this child had too much bitterness; he’d suffer greatly in the future. But that had nothing to do with her.

The monster’s food still hung in its mouth, yet its eyes remained locked fixedly on Chen Nan.

He had once made plans—if he could never reunite with them in his lifetime, he would leave a will bequeathing his wealth to them.

Di Chongxiao marveled, glancing at Guan Shuangyan, thinking no wonder even the full-power punch of a dual-awakened core had fallen slightly short of Sister Huan’s.

The bandit, long forgotten and bound like a dumpling in some dark corner, finally opened his eyes—but his mind was foggy, his entire body aching as if sliced into pieces.

Although Ye Mo’s strength was inferior to Luo Wang, within the territory of Han, Ye Mo’s influence was undoubtedly stronger than Luo Wang’s.

Yet even so, the black-robed man’s body was violently hurled hundreds of meters away by that immense force.

Many netizens hesitated; as they continued upward, a new carving came into view, and all saw.