Chapter 221: Little Undies

Zhao Xuerong stared in astonishment as a little girl, wrapped in a gust of dark wind, landed on Yin Xingyue's back.

Yin Xingyue was not the least bit startled or afraid; instead, she reached back, yanked the girl off her back, and then gave her little bottom two crisp "pia~pia~" smacks.

"Hehe, sis~"

Watching Dou Dou wasn't angry either. Like a little hamster, she turned around and went to hug Xiao Yue's arm.

Xiao Yue reached out to put her down, but already—

In Central Sand City, anyone who could own such a stone-walled standalone courtyard had a cultivation no lower than Soul King, and possessed a great deal of merit. The masters of these estates were all pillars of the Divine Yuan humans in the Sun-Devouring Grotto.

After leaving the police station, her mental state had once again returned to what it had been those few days after Su Yi had left, but it wasn't only about Su Yi—there was also another thing Su Bei had casually mentioned to her before leaving.

Beside them, the big guy Niu Xiong's admiration for Brother Chao rose another notch—the reason being that although he himself was already pretty awesome, compared to Brother Chao he wasn't even worth a fart.

Ren Xia dodged the other's belt, bent at the waist, grabbed the other's trousers, and yanked them down; the other's trousers promptly slid off.

The second time she met Attorney Li, unlike her previous reluctance to give him the time of day, this time she actually took a proper look at him. Ever since marrying Ouyi He, every man she had seen, regardless of the weather, seemed to wear a suit as standard equipment. But with Ouyi He as that opening dish, the rest simply failed to catch her eye.

"She used to work at a bank. I heard she grabbed several million from the bank and ran. She ran for three days, and was later caught when she was about to smuggle herself out of the country. They say she didn't put up the slightest resistance when she was caught, and didn't touch a single cent of those millions. I always felt she was waiting—waiting to be caught." Su Yi said softly beside Song Li.

He Juan's mind was now entirely on her husband Shen Tiqing; she had no appetite for food. She casually took a few bites, and once Shen Xiu had finished eating and tidied the table, they went back to their room together.

In the eyes of the Thunder Dragon, a deep, bone-deep hatred flickered—hatred for the Spirit Clan, and hatred for the seal that had bound it for ten thousand years. When had it, the great Thunder Dragon, ever fallen to such a state?

Yet the man clearly saw through her lie. A cold flash glinted in his sharp eyes, making Ling Xiangjian even more guilty. Her gaze drifted, and she didn't dare meet his eyes at all.

Having said that, she turned her covetous, drooling gaze toward the back kitchen, her face wearing a thoroughly memorable look of greedy anticipation.

The muscular man, Scarface, and several other Core Formation stage experts conferred briefly and also began heading deeper into the cave.

"Does that mean we can advance again?" The Heaven-Devouring Beast's eyes had begun to turn a deep crimson.

Regarding this round's position of Standing Vice-County Magistrate, Hu Zhongkai firmly believed Wu Qianling was also paying very close attention to it. That meant the competition for this position would be far fiercer than in previous years. As such, compared to whether she would be obedient afterward, what mattered more was how to ensure this position did not, first and foremost, fall into Wu Qianling's hands.

The deterrent power of the Commerce Association was mainly composed of Holy Domain strength, and what Allen needed to be responsible for was only this one aspect… Without entering the Holy Domain, if Allen's spiritual seeds were sown, it would simply be a waste of his soul power.

Hand as blade! In his previous rounds of matches, Xiao Yu had fought barehanded. Of course, those genius students of the Holy Dragon Academy naturally could not compare with Xiao Yu.

Just as Wu Jie, who was busy performing tricks to suppress and humiliate the ill omen atop the donor's head, heard a system chime ring in his ears. The next moment, a system prompt notified him of a private message.

"National champion? A national champion would come coach them? Xinyi! You must have been hoodwinked by that guy. I know him—full of himself. I don't buy a damn word that bastard says!" Qian Feng said indignantly.

After exchanging a few moves, Zhou Dao felt that Liu Feng's kung fu was indeed pretty good, but unfortunately he had never been through life-and-death situations, and was far less experienced than Zhou Dao.