Chapter 322: Zhou Xingxing Wants to Cooperate?

“Boss, congratulations!”

“Congratulations, Boss!”

The Axe Gang’s entire staff warmly celebrates the boss’s successful breakup from singlehood.

What is love in this world? It drives men to lose all self-control.

Everyone has been paying attention to this matter recently.

What’s it like being a big celebrity, Boss?

The experience is that even the Boss’s dating life becomes a nationwide news sensation dominating the entire internet.

Even their relatives and friends want to get something from them.

“Yes, but that’s the real peacekeeping force. Their vehicles always bear a UN logo. They rarely move around and never leave camp casually, let alone get involved in conflicts like this,” Valdet said.

The man had left; the room was now empty except for Dongfang Yuxuan. Sweat dripped from his forehead—tension, excitement, and some indescribable emotions.

Boundless demonic qi surged from the void, converging around the Black Flame Demon Dragon to form a pitch-black, ink-like demonic cloud.

After hastily informing Yun Feiyang and entrusting her with the affairs of Juntian Division, Zong Jian Jiutian rushed straight to his senior brother’s cave dwelling.

A red glow flickered on Lan Ting’s Adam’s apple—the true qi seal placed by Cunxin Zunzhe to block the boy’s perception. As the red glow intensified, the cracks in the Imperishable Buddha Seal, already stained red, widened gradually. When the cracks spread across the entire seal, Cunxin Zunzhe helplessly closed his eyes, yet his hand remained pressed on Lan Ting’s dantian.

Just after midnight, the old man Yunes received a phone call. After a brief conversation, the old man ordered Valeri to leave the house.

He had always viewed the world with a carefree attitude, but unconsciously, he had been moved by these casual jests and the master-disciple bond, slowly becoming part of this world.

Fortunately, Guifei Zuijiu didn’t remain this absurdly overpowered forever; its drop rate returned to normal—still four to five times higher than Butcher’s afternoon drops, but no longer capable of the impossible feat of dropping three purple sandalwood logs in six rolls.

Next, Mayue Longteng’s Dragon Palace Double Dragons Play with the Pearl struck Tang and Putuo, each losing over three thousand HP! Putuo Mountain was now hanging on by a single thread of health.

Not just today, not just yesterday—for three years, whenever she faced difficulty, Haolin had always stepped forward, helping her openly or covertly.

Driven by instinctive animal awareness of danger, it neighed and bolted away, dodging the glinting object; later, it learned it had been an arrow—it had wandered into a human hunting ground.

“Don’t worry,” Zhou Haolin gathered his bitterness, took Si Yan’s coat, and forced a smile as he nodded in agreement.

Ye Changgui nodded in agreement; he had already seen some dark message in Lu Cuie’s eyes.

“It’s eight-thirty at night—you still have time to think,” Haolin said, growing anxious as she remained silent.

“You!” Wan Rou was truly frightened; in her eyes, Wan Qiao was someone who did anything, so she could only glare at her in fury and return to Tian Shi’s side to complain.

The Blood Clan does not reproduce through childbirth; like the Demon Clan, their entire race shares a single primordial source of power—the Blood Sea.

“Forget it. He seems sincere, it was an honest mistake, and Si Zhe already punished him. Just forgive him this once,” Yichen said, putting a loyal arm around his shoulder to plead for him.

But this was not the outcome he wanted; he realized in despair that he had fallen into the hands of the Old Green Dragon.

Wu Tong snorted, swelled-faced like a pig’s head, and walked away—he wanted to fight back, but with so many yamen runners present, for some reason his legs trembled; he didn’t understand where Wan Qiao got the nerve to strike so freely, so he slunk off, deciding to return and exaggerate the incident to Xu Zhiqiu.