Chapter 656

"Fangfeng Clan, the prince..." Xiao Yu was surprised. "Are there vast islands in the Heavenly River, inhabited by human kingdoms?"

Fangfeng Ji shook his head. "There are many islets in the Heavenly River; perhaps some strange folk have established tribes upon them, but no island is large enough to build a kingdom."

My surname originates from Jiuzhou's Zhonghua—it is the title of the prince of the Fangfeng Kingdom during Emperor Yu's era."

You are a celestial immortal—surely you've heard of the famed, mighty—

His mind exploded with a buzz; Tao Yi's face flushed crimson. Two of them using one spoon? Didn't this place even have utensils?

Mo Junye, lips curled in a faint smile, held Gu Mingyi close; Gu Mingyi gripped Aze's hand as they stepped outward.

He had given his utmost effort, barely managed to rouse Uncle Yong—but despair followed immediately.

"If we kill Juan within a month, we pay forty thousand; if two months, eighty thousand. It depends on when we eliminate them—forty thousand per month forces them to suspect each other, buying us time to act."

Gu Yufei finished speaking and ran out. Lu Ye called her name and chased after her.

Xiao Yuheng glanced at him dismissively. "I've no time to watch your folly, but I'll tell you this—if you've any hidden tails, keep them well concealed." His eyes swept the man with clear contempt.

The sinister, eerie voice drew nearer, as if a giant hand clenched his heart—so suffocating he could barely breathe.

Finally, the real matter began; everyone leaned forward, eager to see what kind of deal this was.

"What's wrong? Where are Yueyue and Qingfeng?" As soon as he entered, Huangfu Lingxiang looked utterly disheveled—still, it was hard not to chuckle. Huangfu Lingxiang had smiled slightly upon seeing her, but after her words, his face darkened darker than a soot-blackened pot.

Bai Ma—no, now it should be Bai Ling—looked delighted. Though it appeared calm, its eyes sparkled with joy.

As he pondered, the old woman reached the door. She knocked and said, "Master Chen, this visitor isn't a stranger—he claims to be your old classmate. Here's his business card—take a look…" As she spoke, she slipped the card from Duan Minghui through the door crack into the room.

No, thinking of it sent a chill through Mi Xiang's spine—she felt cold all over, utterly terrified.

Suddenly, a commotion arose. Ye Xuan frowned slightly, stood up, and saw seven or eight students from other classes approaching.

The city lord finished speaking, then suddenly reached out, seized the undead city ghost general who had just spoken, and crushed him with a gentle squeeze—his soul instantly scattered.

Hao Zhishen, caught in bloodlust, enlarged and widened the Zhan Tian Sword, gripped it with both hands, and spun in place.

After all, Master Wu had suffered this fate because of the Chen family, yet now the Chen family could not heal his injuries—this filled them with deep shame. Now Ye Fan claimed he could heal Master Wu's wounds—how could Chen Qingfeng not be delighted?

At his words, everyone stepped back, especially the leaders of the various sects in the front row—they knew this was no joke; even a fraction of these two top experts' aura could kill.

Above the sea, the yacht churned white waves; from above, it looked like two long dragons—one racing ahead, the other chasing behind.

In the instant Ye Tian turned his head, Luo Hou seized the opportunity, splitting off a demonic clone that gathered magical power and struck at Ye Tian.

Of course, Dongfang Yu could not say the true reason—he could never tell Long Zhan that everything he'd done stemmed from loving the same man his sister loved?