Chapter 859: Two Hundred and Six, Curiosity Killed the Cat

Two hundred and six, curiosity killed the cat

Song Zhian and Yu Milian’s curious glances were entirely reasonable.

Not just the two girls, even Sha Ergou and Ouyang Rong, after spending so long with him, had rarely heard “Brother Liu” speak such sorrowful, heart-wrenching words.

Yu Milian swallowed hard and asked Ouyang Rong, who was carefully slicing vegetables, in a cautious tone:

“Brother Liu.”

“Hmm?”

Yu Milian dared to ask:

“Has Brother Liu recently encountered something heartbreaking?”

Song Zhian and Yu Milian’s curious glances were entirely reasonable.

Not just the two girls, even Sha Ergou and Ouyang Rong, after spending so long with him, had rarely heard “Brother Liu” speak such sorrowful, heart-wrenching words.

Yu Milian swallowed hard and asked Ouyang Rong, who was carefully slicing vegetables, in a cautious tone:

“Brother Liu.”

“Hmm?”

Yu Milian dared to ask:

“Has Brother Liu recently encountered something heartbreaking?”

No wonder he was a cultivator who survived the Immortal-Demon War—when it comes to having no limits, no one can match him.

Xu Beishan smiled and introduced Luo Lie to him: “Jiale, this is your Brother Luo.” That was the proper form of address according to seniority.

As midnight approached, the natives grew increasingly frenzied; they even sent a group of their own people onto the altar to fight and kill each other, and in moments, blood had soaked the entire altar. The shamans of the Voodoo Sect began smearing their bodies with blood, then gathered together to chant the incantation of divine enshrinement.

The pain made Xiao Qingru uncomfortable, but looking at the child in her arms, she suddenly felt it was all worth it.

Qin Tian happily left the kitchen, couldn’t find his brother at home, and ran out to look for him.

Ji Meng showed signs of impatience, clearly losing his composure and calmness; the Demon Master, as well as Yingzhao and Bifang, all understood why—it was because of the humiliation he suffered in the battle of Yunzhou City, and he still harbored resentment.

Ren Jian didn’t even think—he decided to help his superior out of the predicament and began banging loudly on the door. Gao Ming looked up and saw Ren Jian; he knew the man was pretending to be absurd, so he scowled and rebuked him: “Ren Jian! Why are you hitting so hard? Don’t you see I’m talking to Wenwen?”

They had only just started dating, and he had already done something like this—would it damage his image in her eyes?

These evil entities give birth to other monsters—for instance, those crimson eyes were spawned by the original form of the Eyes of Death.

After a barrage of shots, they stopped and found no person or beast nearby. The instant they ceased firing, the last remaining Tajik man let out a shriek—his body split cleanly down the middle, each half toppling sideways.

Lan Ziyue glanced at Long Qianjue, who nodded. Lan Ziyue waved his hand, and the three vanished before Lan Chengcheng’s eyes.

Unlike previous matches, Tachibana Alice’s signature molecular gastronomy equipment had little use this time; it took observers a long while to notice.

How could they not be jealous that a useless, non-cultivating wastrel had become the leader of the younger generation in such a short time?

She had vomited everything from her stomach, gasping heavily, lying motionless on the ground.

But now the life she longed for was to ascend higher with Qi Hui—perhaps one day, they would jointly rule the world and point to the mountains and rivers. Her sense of righteousness was no longer as simple as sharing life and death.

“No, cultivation is essential, Mei Sister. I’m leaving my two precious sons in your care—if I return and they’re gone, you’re finished.” Lan Ziyue warned Bai Qianmei.

To the Bloodthirsty Boss, Ye Xiangchen was merely a Louyi of the ninth layer of the Postnatal Realm; his ability to deliver attacks threatening the five of them must have come from a secret technique or some powerful spiritual artifact—Ye Xiangchen himself should have had no real strength.

He called her name; she merely stopped, her eyes vacant and hollow, staring at him without focus.

“Do you still want me to leave?” Xiangxiang was utterly disappointed. The vast, open world beyond the palace held no appeal for her anymore, yet she had promised Qi Hui she would obey him.

“I don’t understand what you’re talking about!” Ye Bingyin feigned ignorance, for he knew that at this moment, all they could hope for was someone passing by—someone who would be stunned and alert the Suzhou police; otherwise, they would never escape.