Chapter 201: Leave of Absence Request

Leave of Absence Request

A familiar yet alien term appeared in Chen Li's awareness for the first time—like a tiny spark, quietly falling into his heart.

To be honest, Ze Jin never imagined he would one day have such a conversation with the legendary Demon Emperor Xiu Naisi, and even more absurdly, that he was his son.

Hong Hao finally heard this definitive answer—and the one who gave it was the Demon Lord himself—so its credibility was absolute. At this moment, Hong Hao could no longer hold back; he burst into tears. He had been too strong for too long; he needed to release himself.

Yang Chong was unmoved by the news; all demon hunters had been set up, and even the most secret information, if hidden, was now useless.

A surging spiritual force boiled endlessly; Yang Chong felt fresh, vibrant spiritual energy finally flow into his boundless body.

Chen Mo Han withdrew her hand, grinned, picked up the bottle, and took a large gulp straight from the mouth. Then, under Xie Siyun's stunned gaze, she climbed onto Qin Luofan's lap and sat down in an extremely intimate posture, wrapping her arms around his neck, pressing her lips right against his.

Her body grew light; she was lifted into the air, and the next instant, she was nestled in a warm, solid embrace.

"I'm not thirsty or hungry—let me go," Jin Ya exclaimed, startled as her sleeve was twisted out of shape.

Of course, if it weren't for Zhou Peiling's call, I'd probably have remained depressed for days longer—but she stoked my hatred and rage.

Some wealthy landlords, who exploited the poor and seized land, colluded with officials to keep land records unchanged in household registries, leaving the tax burden still crushing the bankrupt peasants.

Nangong Chi, enraged, sacrificed three drops of his life essence to awaken the supreme array of the Nangong Clan, overpowering the power of the Semi-Heavenly Weapon Ice-Fire Staff and the Imperial Weapon Scorpion Spear.

Yao Ya Yao nodded: "OK." He secretly rejoiced. This meant the warm connection had naturally taken hold. In the coming days, as the two spent more time alone together, building rapport would become easy.

The Golden-Winged Great Peng Mingwang was the Buddha's uncle, while the seductive Scorpion Spirit dared sting even the Buddha himself. Some immortals descended to become demons, even surpassing Sun Wukong in strength.

Today was the eighteenth day of the first lunar month, the third day of the new semester at Xia Nan University of Industry.

"Hehe, the old man's birthday—our purpose is to wish him long life," Liu Zhen Han said with a faint smile.

Behind Zhao Junyu, sweat poured down his back—he had never felt this way, not even when facing the Demon Emperor's encirclement.

Song Jiang, seeing Liangshan raise the banner of "Acting for Heaven's Justice," had Company Commander Mountain copy it exactly and raise the same banner.

The death of such a killer group was a devastating blow to the Round Table Knights—decades would pass before they recovered, and they might even be forced to drop from the ranks of top-tier assassin organizations.

In the back mountain, the servant alchemists from the Ximen family were terrified, their souls nearly fleeing their bodies as they scattered in all directions.

Mo Qiushui smiled as she watched the two Holy Judges, her gaze shifting constantly between them, making them feel uneasy.

After Lin Feng left, An stared blankly at her chest—something she was extremely proud of. Was that guy gay? How could he have ignored it?

Lin Feng recognized the voice from the communicator—it was Yin Hualing. Could the criminal Yin Shang mentioned be Yin Hualing? No wonder she hadn't called for backup—she'd been imprisoned by Yin Shang. Why had Yin Shang imprisoned her? How had she become a wanted fugitive of the Emperor?

In fact, he had rushed back to the hospital because Professor Lu had summoned him—he had confessed to him about Su Jianxin's illness.

Whether he liked the sword or not was beside the point. How many years had it been since someone had publicly humiliated him like this? Even his attendant had been knocked out with a single blow.

"Without Water Element power, you're nothing!" roared the Lord of the Cloud Sea, utterly forgetting his own act of exchanging blood to gain control over earth qi.

Cai Jing, Bai Shizhong, and Wang Zhongling all froze for a moment, stuck between the words "middle" and "Confucianism," unable to process it.

"Uh, yes, I'm that Wak!" As Wak spoke, his own voice slowly distorted. Then the voices of nearby passengers boarding the ship grew heavier, heavier still, until they vanished entirely.

"Enough, enough," Ning Ye waved his hand, growing impatient with this man's endless babbling.

Zhi Yan's current state resembled Zhuo Qing and Tu Lie—her eyes were hollow and lifeless, as if her soul had been obscured by some force, retaining only the faintest thread of connection to her body.

"Then train her to be the strongest assault soldier—that'll solve everything!" Dun Dao appeared out of nowhere.

"Mama." When those two words reached Wang Jie's ears, his head rang like a bell—he had somehow become a father without realizing it. The news came too suddenly; he couldn't process it.

Wang Jie's speed and attacks were no longer comparable to before; a lingering afterimage slowly faded across the ground as his figure grew hazy.

Liu Moyan actually wanted to say he wasn't worried about Liu Hengshan at all—he returned to the Liu household, acknowledged his father, but it was merely an unbreakable blood tie, nothing more. To feel the deep, constant concern others imagined—that he truly could not comprehend.

"So what? Our martial skills aren't low—we can just settle it in a fight!" Ming Long said, chin raised, radiating confidence.