Chapter 299: Conning for a Week

A week passed in the blink of an eye, and Shen Siyuan had been busy these days.

Besides handing over his current duties, he had to dine with all sorts of people.

First, he dined alone with Ding Youguang.

Shen Siyuan finally understood why Ding Youguang remained so enthusiastic after he left the project—he wanted Shen Siyuan to invest in them if they ever started their own venture.

After all, Shen Siyuan's girlfriend owned a Ferrari.

"Look at you!" Li Xianglan scolded, barely managing to sit up as her leg was exposed—her face flushed, and she quickly pulled the blanket back over herself.

Gazing at the cave entrance, the massive serpent, coiled and towering, its jet-black scales glinting with a cold, dark luster.

Shaking his head, Shangguan Luoying set those thoughts aside and focused on heading to the inn—it was noon, and Qi Liwen and the others should still be there.

Lin Feng's smile remained on his face, but the tire suddenly burst, and the car sank into place.

In our bodies, before the brain is activated, it is merely a mass of flesh—think: flesh has no thoughts, no consciousness; how could it control our bodies? If not the brain, then what else controls our actions?

After being struck several times, Yan Ling realized her movements could never outpace Zhang Ge's—she lost simply because she wasn't skilled enough.

Qin Feng and Deng Qiming could only reluctantly take them, wrote their names on them, and returned them to Zhao Kuang.

Li Siwei and the others rushed back, only to find the northeast corner of the camp packed with people—some hurriedly bustling, others anxiously scanning the surroundings.

Although Yang Jian's sword had an unimpressive name, it was a divine weapon; yet Zhou Hongyun had seen his realm had already advanced, yet still dared to be so careless? Yang Jian instantly felt insulted.

But Luo Su fell silent upon hearing this—she had no desire to truly wage war against Li Shangshan; their relationship hadn't reached the point of mortal enmity, and Li Shangshan was powerful, with unknown sect backing him. Thinking of this, she turned helplessly toward Grandpa Luo Tiande.

Watching the sky filled with vibrant, living fluids—like brilliant meteors, like shimmering raindrops of light—falling endlessly from above, Ling Fei wasn't certain.

Even in ordinary households, two lanterns would stand at the door, praying for favorable weather, family harmony, and peace across the land.

In their eyes, merely with the Miao Ru Zhong for defense, facing Chen Mo, who was only at Qi Condensation Seventh Layer, they were already invincible; add to that the heavy sword, powerful and infused with Earth-elemental cultivation—and if they still couldn't win, would heaven still have justice?

He hadn't expected the Shuiwu Yue clan's hatred ran so deep—they'd go after him recklessly even in the midst of chaos.

After several months, Man Tianxing, through relentless effort, finally dug a shaft a thousand zhang deep; when he sensed the tomb chamber below had been breached, he smiled triumphantly and leapt down.

Yet he never imagined their next meeting would come after the loss of loved ones—leaving only coffins and spirit tablets; how could Wu Qianqiu and Feng Meier, who had always felt guilt and boundless love for Feng Wu, bear it? How deep must their grief be now?

Xie Danchen felt her body grow light, then the man swept her into his arms. His warm body was like a furnace; heat flowed through her thin chiffon dress, and soon the damp fabric dried as if all moisture had been drained away.

Blood sprayed everywhere. Milky-white brain matter spattered out as he stomped hard—his foot had crushed everything to pulp; the eagle-eyed man's skull had turned to a slurry of mud.