Chapter 189: Little Thief, Don

Feeling the sharp, pricking gaze at his back, Chen Mo's eyebrow twitched, and he whispered into her ear: "Your Highness, let me explain—"

How could the Empress possibly listen?

"Zhu'er, let's go!"

Her bosom rose and fell as she suddenly stood up.

Chen Mo knew clearly: with the Empress's petty nature, if he let her leave now, he'd never be able to clear his name again!

"Wait—Your Highness, stop!"

In desperation, he lunged

He worked until midnight, when the streets were nearly empty; only then did Shi Yu pack up, satisfied. The old man next door at the noodle stall warmly asked if she'd come tomorrow—because of her, his business had been excellent tonight. After selling out, he didn't leave right away but stayed to help serve dishes.

At that moment, Lone Wolf, who had been sitting silently with his sniper rifle, lost in thought, suddenly handed over a slip of paper. Yan Poyue opened it and saw six large characters: Zi Sha Trading Tower.

Yun Yi's Wu Gong had now been perfected; his Indestructible Tribulation Body had reached the tenth level of the Ten Tribulations realm. Returning to the Chang Le Gang to reclaim the position of boss was only natural.

Thus, the Lan Cang Sect, just freed from raging flames, now became an ice-bound city.

But just as Liu Lulin could not comprehend the hardships they had once endured, the struggle to fill their stomachs.

Although this meant the secret of the Yinming Armor could no longer be hidden, it was far better than helplessly watching someone seize it by force. If necessary, he'd spend more wealth to bribe others—then no one would dare covet it.

Yao pushed herself up; a searing pain shot down her back—she felt… maybe her skin was broken.

"Thank you for the warning, Elder." Shi Yu wasn't alarmed at all; this was something she'd expected.

But now, Wang Shu told her that the Spider King normally sensed movement around him through silk threads.

The great-uncle led the man to a side room and sat him down. This leg injury was terribly timed—missing one exchange meeting had already left him behind on the news.

After hanging up with Qin Chu, Zhou Yi slipped his hands into his pockets, staring at his shadow stretched long by the streetlamp, his tongue pressing against his back molars.

But this old man hadn't died back then—he secretly built the Hai Gong Tomb, hoping to break free from it three hundred years later, meaning the above possibility was extremely low.

He held sixty percent of the Fu Corporation's shares; those waiting to collect money would only flatter him, not dare question him.

But in the end, she didn't do it; her cold gray eyes were masked by a sneering, contemptuous smile on her thin lips.

"I'm quite skilled in medicine too—how about I examine the old master?" I suggested.

All matters were settled; everyone had relaxed greatly, and most were thoroughly drunk.

Fatty: "Really? Good." Fatty opened his backpack, found a sticky note, wrote a string of numbers, and handed it to An Ning.

After Chen Zhe spoke, Ji Zhuo briefly said two words and hung up, then immediately dialed Nie Zhao's number.

Zhu Yuanzhang deeply empathized with Mao Youfu's words; after all, he too was born a peasant. Thinking as Mao Youfu described, he instantly understood.

"Young Master!" the old man assisting beside him cried out in alarm, his face filled with terror as he rushed forward to catch the young man.

After hearing this, Zhang Han looked at Zhang Kun in confusion, asking how he could be certain it was a Huapi Ghost. Zhang Kun smiled, tapped his own head, and said, "Intuition."

Besides, past experiences had taught him that in places like this, the farther away the better—who knew what other demonic things might emerge? But then he remembered Shen Lan'ni was beside him; he had to protect her at all costs.

The deal was settled, and since they were acquaintances, Brother Ma naturally felt at ease; after a while, he proposed to leave.

These half-step Divine Transformation experts hadn't even begun fighting yet, and were already discussing how to divide the spoils.