Chapter 274

That’s a bit hurtful.

You’re all in the same circle—how can you not even recognize the person? Isn’t that just a roundabout way of calling her a nobody?

Yet no one said a word, not even a teasing remark to defend the girl.

Even Huang Xiaoming deliberately ignored this point.

To scold Qi Hao over a plaything?

Come on, how could that possibly happen!

“This is Beibi, my friend—she used to be active in Xiangjiang.”

Yet in reality, Zhao Hao, with his late-stage Golden Core cultivation, forcibly shattered his pagoda.

Just now, Chu Feng told her over the phone that Wang Qi had already returned to the unit this morning; though he hadn’t called home, she didn’t blame him at all.

Through repeated invitations from Qin Guang Wang, Chu Jiang Wang was repeatedly invited to a banquet in Beihai, yet he kept declining, refusing to deign to come.

Yao Bei remained uneasy—there were so many evil spirits in this hell; what if they made a mistake? What if someone impersonated the target? No, he had to go back to the Underworld again.

Despite this, no one pushed forward, no one went mad—only shouting his title.

Qi Xia suddenly burst into tears; she had never imagined this lofty deity would speak such words to her.

He wasn’t joking—he actually bought it. Though his funds weren’t much, buying a house was still possible; but nearly all the houses near Ye Zhi had been taken off the market, so he bought one three blocks away.

Only after the partnership with Samsung did Korean scholars gradually begin studying Ye Zhi as a subject.

He suspended a faint trace of true Qi inside the gourd, then forced out some liquid from his body, and stuck himself to the gourd’s mouth using the Gecko Technique, so the gourd’s malevolent energy couldn’t burn him.

“Chun’er, Pure Empress is asking you: if Jade Qiong Palace’s Lady Ruirui invites you to reside there permanently, would you agree?” Yin Xue probed gently.

The first-town members watching Bai Jie’s actions through the virtual screen were all tense, fists clenched, some even turning away, unable to watch further.

Lingyun’s sword finger descended—the divine sword within the dark clouds revealed its true form, lightning swirling around it like nine coiling dragons.

“The monster in the mist is slick as oil—use your techniques!” Wang Zhuo roared, changing his hand seals; two flames, as thick as fingers, shot from his palms toward the black mist.

The two whispered briefly; Zi Jun gazed deeply toward his sleeping quarters, bowed to Hu the nurse, and departed.

The system immediately exchanged a protective suit for Bai Jie; the moment he put it on, he knew it was worth it—no sense of burden at all, and it was a full-body fit.

At some point in his life, there would always be moments—when he gazed up at the stars or moon in contemplation, or woke suddenly on a rainy night, listening to raindrops strike the leaves of plants in the courtyard, feeling inexplicably comforted and fulfilled, or inexplicably sorrowful.

Seeing he couldn’t get any answers, Chen Dazhi decided to leave, pondering in his mind: why had Lu Nianxing arranged a car accident and planned to eliminate the police? What was the point of such a massive, attention-grabbing operation?

Upon hearing “Imperial Capital” and “Ling Mansion,” the evil servant recoiled a step, his face filled with fear, silent.

“This… the Altar Master said no one may enter the dungeon without his order!” the man in the long robe said, looking uneasy.

“Huh…” After the dust settled, Xiao Shisan stood weakly on the ground, arms hanging limp, while beside him lay Xiahou Kui, crushed into pulp.

Chuckling happily, he walked back to his room alone with the dragon horn, drew the curtains shut, then summoned his inheritance necklace from within his body.

Donggua wiped sweat from his brow, squeezed past Qiugua, looked up, and spotted the old cadre on the bench—curious, he drifted over.