Chapter 124: Chen Mo Loves Stock Trading! Caught Again?! (6K)

"P-punish me?!"

Watching Gu Manzhi wince as she gently rubbed her bottom, the grey-robed man swallowed hard and, without a word, turned and ran.

She absolutely refused to get her bottom smacked by this guy!

Yet before his form could dissolve into a shadow, it abruptly grew sluggish, as if sinking into a mire he could not pull free from.

"Hiding in the shadows all day, as if you can't stand the light… let me see what you've got to hide."

Chen Mo stepped forward

To completely break free of the inner demon's control, one had to know why Ji Qingmeng had suddenly fallen into demonic possession—that was the key.

But Liu Kongming, clearly at a disadvantage, not only did not grow more and more flustered; instead, as time went on, while defending, the number of times he struck out grew more and more frequent.

Just as he was pondering, he saw a person in blue garments yank open the tent flap, drenched from head to toe, coldly surveying everyone inside. Wet strands of hair clung to the brow, droplets running down the blue robes with a steady patter, and before long a winding stream of water had formed on the ground.

But just as Ye Nuan was thinking, a force from behind yanked her, pinning her against the wall, cutting off every thought in her mind.

Ji Lingxuan frowned. She truly found it hard to feel any goodwill toward the Wang family now—even though this Wang Xiaoling had never harmed her before and even seemed quite kind, she was no saint herself, and could not help but take out her anger on the Wang family members who had ruined her so thoroughly.

A few days later, Li Yan's birthday was about to arrive. Qiao Mu dragged Chi Xia out shopping for a gift, then brought up the matter of children, brimming with grievance.

The floor tiles were emerald-green jade; on closer look, delicate patterns of the Phantom Blossom tree's leaves were carved into them, and together they seemed to convey the very real, living breath of the ancient Phantom Blossom tree. One of the divine envoys beside Feng Yan actually knelt down and kissed the ground, tears falling from his eyes.

Yue Qianhuang sat calmly in Liu Kongming's embrace, the corners of her lips curving in a faint smile. Her gaze toward Sect Leader Meng carried a light questioning look, as if pretending she knew nothing at all.

"What's wrong, Chun'er? Did my mother scold you?" Phantom Blossom felt guilty, afraid her mother would find out she had secretly dumped the medicine behind Chun'er's back.

The moment her arm lifted lightly, the expert she had hoisted up began to struggle desperately, but could not change the situation in the slightest.

Because in Kamitaro and Atobe's view, only with Kabaji taking the field was there even the slightest chance of victory.

But no matter how others puffed him up to the skies, without seeing it with one's own eyes, one would inevitably harbor a certain amount of doubt.

It was a person who looked very thin, like a paper cutout, and the face was one he had never seen before.

After parking at Houhai, the old man went straight to a spot the fish liked to gather, then quietly pulled a bucket of pig manure out of the New World and poured it down to make a nest. Once that was done, he baited his hook with earthworms and began fishing.

The two groups brushed past each other. Watching Jiang Zhi and Xu Jing walking side by side, Monkey Bro felt a sour pang in his heart.

Xu Jing was immediately captivated by this novel way of explaining things, watching Jiang Zhi curiously along with the cat he was holding.

Before Jiang Zhi could even open his mouth to ask anything, Xu Jing threw herself into his arms, her arms wrapping around his waist, hugging Jiang Zhi tight.

Ever since he started serving as Zhao Zhao's guard, they had known each other, but back then she hadn't felt anything in particular.

The old man didn't care much about taking on disciples. After the workshop foreman said he could get off work, he simply packed up his things and went home.

"Lady, what business do you have with me, exactly?" he asked next. The warmth had already vanished from his tone.

What Ao Long and the others had just performed was actually teleportation. Had Ao Long not brought him in an instant to the gates of the Heavenly Fragrance Sect, he truly would not have believed it.

In the end, the Xinyuan itself was also sunk by a suicidal attack from a sea beast. At the time, Yun Province's number-one Heaven-Person Martial God, He Qingzhi, shot up into the sky and unleashed the strongest sword strike of his life.