Chapter 165

The sorrow in his heart instantly turned to mockery; Fu Chengjue blinked, then lifted his head—his eyes now completely filled with rage and humiliation. He pulled the gearshift and slammed the accelerator, the car shooting forward like an arrow.

Since you like it, then take it, Su Zichuan heard the loudest cry from within his heart; this time, the desire to possess Sang Li finally seized firm control over his reason.

Less than two minutes had passed when the sound of the door opening came: Aunt had returned home on time once again.

Before Chu Aotian could even offer a polite remark, the paparazzi's professional speed appeared on Wanshitong's body—shhh, Wanshitong's figure vanished before Chu Aotian's eyes.

At approximately 3:05, the Boss Commander: Monkey King finally appeared above the Monkey Spirit Guards.

He slammed a palm downward from high above, cleaving the calm sea surface into a ten-foot-deep azure abyss; the Auxiliary Spirit Ship was flipped upside-down by Luo Xuan's palm strike, sliding tail-first into the abyss.

It was afternoon when Lei Liyuan and his group wandered unknowingly to the bank of a river; just as countless wuxia inns were named Yue Lai Inn, this river was called Qinhuai River—a famed pleasure district in the imperial capital and throughout Daya.

As soon as the words left his mouth, Chu Yan realized how foolish his question was; Liu Nanyun was a figure from hundreds of years ago—how could she possibly have any connection to Ling Wu?

If Mu Yun were present now, he could easily pierce through Sang Li's cunning and pretense—but Su Zichuan, usually sharp and astute, was now repeatedly lost in thought, his mind in disarray.

Liu Guang said nothing, only pulled Qiangwei's hand and walked straight toward the carriage parked outside, not looking back.

Jiang Chen, outwardly a young and accomplished man, revealed his hidden side before Gu Captain, hoping she would see the real him.

"Take him in for interrogation—just leave him alive." He Yue Sheng's voice was calm, as if not truly angry, but the words sent chills down the listeners' spines.

He wore a white lab coat, his face gaunt and pale, as if he might die at any moment.

The pop-up window before him gradually faded and vanished; the cloak spread down his arm, reverting once more into that unremarkable black cellphone.

Yu Zefeng took the opportunity to slow the car's speed, aiming to grant Gu Captain more time to savor the quiet, beautiful moment.

Although the Soul Sect still had six professionals in Jingcheng, none could match Tipumixi; there were five first-rank and one second-rank.

He spoke only a few words, then turned and walked away, leaving Ma Chunhua standing there—his expression turned extraordinarily bewildered, and it took him nearly half a minute to recover.

Let's keep our sibling relationship for now… Zhao Qingqing drifted off into thought until Zhongli Chun stared at her for a long while with a half-smile, snapping her back to reality; she reached out and patted Zhao Qingqing's shoulder again.

Linghu Yin pressed her hand to her forehead; no need for him to call—this clever ball, whatever its system was, had an astonishingly loud voice that had already drawn the attention of the entire academy.

"Aunt Gu, what are you planning? Nonviolent noncooperation?" Qin Xiaoyan pulled Li Qingci, her face pale with alarm—she'd never seen such a scene; Aunt Gu's vicious, ferocious demeanor made her seem even more terrifying than Zhou Shi; if Li Qingci hadn't returned, Qin Xiaoyan wouldn't have dared even breathe loudly in the kitchen.

Lin Haijing glanced at Tang Ming, said nothing, then thanked Shao Yitian.

"Your Majesty, this man is Liu Xingzuo; the Tartars call him Liu Aita, from Kaiyuan in Liaodong!" Wei Zhongxian replied.

Liu Feng had terrible direction sense, but luckily Jingleihou's sense of direction was excellent; after shaking off the Ghostwood Tree King, Liu Feng immediately summoned Jingleihou and headed straight for the Dead Silent Lake.

Su Ling suddenly raised both hands; the blood-red coffin transformed into a straight line, piercing the air and hurtling through the sky.

The Zhuishui River was not wide, and its surface was calm, but Zhao Song, being from Hanzhong, knew that although Zhuishui appeared tranquil, its depth was extreme—crossing Zhuishui required finding a ferry.

They knelt upon the ground; Qiu Niang looked out and saw all the subordinates who had once fought alongside the two of them to conquer the world.

After roaring, for safety's sake, Wang Duan pinched the sensor between his index and middle fingers; with a slight squeeze, the sensor would shatter.

"Noisy!" Shao Yitian hated ghosts most of all—he immediately summoned Tongtian Sword; shhh, the sword cleanly severed the ghost's head.

As all machines powered up, Ling Chen pulled out his phone and called Hu Fei—this kind of matter still required Hu Fei's intervention.

Gong Sun Yu spoke first, his expression solemn: the boy before him was too calm, giving him an odd feeling—as if he would never speak first unless spoken to.

The wind rose and fell, making everyone's sleeves flutter and rustle; leaves swayed in the breeze, as if unable to withstand the strain.

Ji Chang, who bore the name of Sage and thrived in the Western Lands, was the most terrifying; as for the warrior Zi Xin, he was not the least bit timid.

The officials and magnates remarked: "Present a golden butterfly as a birthday gift, and you will surely win Prefect Gu's favor—who can achieve this?" But it was autumn now, when flowers had withered and faded—where were the butterflies? Even in summer, golden butterflies as large as palms, fragrant and rare, were hard to find.

Instantly, a powerful force erupted from the purple-clad assassins; the elite Jinlin Guards facing them felt immense pressure, and some, caught off guard, were severely wounded.

"No idea how the fourth brother managed to win over Nan Zixiu," Nan Zifan sneered, though despite his words, he still felt a faint, uneasy worry.

The old man in brown linen glanced at Shen Gao, his eyes icy; Shen Gao choked, falling silent at once.

The Cat-Beast soldiers had a strength of about 25—more than enough to handle these rats. She raised her hand, seized the rat's head, then squeezed hard, crushing its skull.

Zheng Guozhong knew the Shu Mountain men's sword formation was terrifying; he had already planned ahead—this ambush must not allow them a chance to unite. After a volley of flaming arrows, he switched back to ordinary arrows.

Leng Jing, Hong Li, and Lü Bingfeng had no idea how to continue this battle now. Before them, Ao Lie's power had surged to 300. His body had grown larger—six meters tall, two meters wide, terrifyingly muscular, his eight abdominal muscles like blocks of steel.