Chapter 95: Even Demons Have Feelings (9400 characters)

A withered, bony claw reached over and took the box of cigarettes from Chen Yan's hand.

Chen Yan watched Old Grandma He lower her head to light her cigarette, then fished another box from his pocket and lit one for himself — he didn't actually smoke, not because he couldn't, but because he didn't like it.

But at a moment like this, even if you didn't want to, you still had to keep her company for one.

Chen Yan took a drag, exhaled, then said slowly, "My first—

Now that they saw Lin Yuhan and Jiang Kairan falling into conflict, they naturally had more chances to step in — how could they not pay close attention?

And those who could master these spells were all once-in-a-thousand-years geniuses. Some even required a specific family bloodline.

"Kairan, let's talk about your design concept. What kind of style are you roughly thinking of for the promotional brochure?" Lin Yuhan bit lightly on her lip, dragged her chair closer to Jiang Kairan, and said earnestly.

Because, the moment Chen Hao hoisted her onto his shoulder, those restless hands had already begun running all over the other's long, slender thighs!

And the moment Niu Die released his aura, the big white bear was so frightened that it tucked its tail and fled in a panic to Ye Wudao's side.

"Consultant Lin, you don't need to be modest — your research in the field of canine distemper has indeed surpassed the rest of the world and stands at the most advanced international level." Wei Wan's tone was a little excited; this was big news.

Yes, in the past there were a few sheep, but I didn't dare let them out, afraid of attracting hungry wolves. Besides, sheep need people to look after them. Now there's a bear living next door; they're more intelligent than sheep, and if you get along well, they can become your helpers.

This kind of blizzard raged for two full days and nights, and the snow was over four feet deep. Su Wu had never seen such thick snow or such bitter cold. He thought, no wonder the blizzards and freezing of the northern Hu lands could cause such terrible losses of life and livestock.

As a sales manager, he had to complete a certain sales quota every month, and this month he still had over ten million in orders left unfinished.

The bomb that was dropped exploded with a roar not far from Division Commander Shang, immediately throwing the Nationalist soldiers into panic; they fired desperately into the sky with the weapons in their hands, trying to shoot down the planes flying high above.

Counting it this way, after being disgusted by Wu Gang today, no matter how you looked at it, he still couldn't teach the man a lesson.

Still, Jiang Ningqin glanced back and glanced forward, thought for a moment, and confirmed there really was no fork in the road, so she simply ruled out that possibility in her head.

At this moment she wasn't crying; instead, she was sizing up Luo Ning, who had rescued her, with a strange look in her eyes, her fingers still forming a hand-seal.

But in the middle of the main hall hung two large characters, "Heaven" and "Earth," fashioned in five colors; before them was a vermilion carved-lacquer incense stand, on which sat a set of golden censer and vase, with prepared incense sticks beside the censer.

"Usually you go on and on about not wanting to marry, not wanting to marry, but the moment a man shows up you start billing and cooing." Luo Huaiqing pulled off her mask and mocked coldly.

Seeing she couldn't talk her around, Tian Fang simply dragged a chair over, sat down beside her, propped her chin on her hand, and began lecturing her nonstop.

The actual situation was just as I had imagined: as the Nine Yang Son's dharma succeeded, above Azure Dragon Peak the sky had been clear and boundless, but suddenly the nine heavens were shrouded in black fog, lightning flashing and thunder crashing — a scene of apocalypse.

Then, among the candidates in everyone's mouth the strongest in strength and the hardest for him to control — his final dao companion, Ao Jiao — might be the best choice.

Hua Zhao didn't know where Luo Fei was, so she went first to Xu Jingwan, whom she remembered. After finding Xu Jingwan, she followed her to Luo Fei. After a moment's hesitation, Hua Zhao laid out the whole matter, recounting every detail without omission.

She was actually feeling very awkward at this moment: on the one hand, she didn't want Lin Shuixin to be so distant with her; on the other hand, if Lin Shuixin acted too intimate and familiar, she would feel that this bastard of a scumbag simply didn't have the right.

"You mean the Demon-Suppressing Tower?" Linghu Li was startled, walked to the bed, "But I don't see any tower…" He looked, and Ming Ye had her eyes closed — she seemed to have fallen asleep. He pulled over a blanket from the side and covered Ming Ye with it. Linghu Li sat on the floor, yawned, then lay across the bedside and fell asleep.

For the past month, the white-light demon at the top of the tower had been sitting on her heart like a brick, making her feel as though she couldn't breathe.

Liang Chen, however, understood Tang Yalan very well — after all, there was still a sick old mother at home, so he had to urge her to go back.

Meng Tian searched the camp of the Xianzhen Battalion but couldn't find any trace of Gu Nan, and nearly got spotted by the Xianzhen soldiers.

Linghu Li drifted in three steps onto the stone steps, pulled open its paw — which was thicker than his waist — and said, "Last time, okay? Just tell me, where is Ming Ye?" The bell was gone, and he couldn't find Ming Ye, so Linghu Li had no choice but to come looking for this big tabby cat again.

Lin Yu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and when his divine sense swept once more over the cave passages branching in all directions, a thoughtful look crossed his face.

The Zhao family, located by the Flaming Mountain in the northwest and specializing in fire-attribute cultivation methods, still existed; within its sprawling estate, however, he could not catch sight of Zhao Ruizong, and a faint unease stirred in Ah Huang's heart.

That mere Innate-stage snake demon clearly couldn't withstand the furious strike of an Earth-Origin powerhouse; it was sliced clean in two midair by that sword qi, and amid the flying rain of blood it transformed into a great green python that crashed to the ground.

He threw out the jade coffin and escaped first. Ah Huang looked the terrain over left and right; the teleportation array he'd originally set up had long since failed, so he could only exit by the same route he'd used when luring the old thief Ying here and fleeing. Once outside, it was the same spot where he had once come face to face with Heng Kui, Ju Daoren and their gang.

Yan Xi had originally sneered at Lin Yu for using such a "crude" method to refine pills, but when Lin Yu lifted his palm away an inexplicable unease stirred in her heart. Now, seeing Lin Yu glance her way, she hurriedly turned her gaze elsewhere.

This move was unlike the previous ones that emphasized only power and ferocity; it pursued speed even more. Added to that, Chu Chen's Dragon Shadow Step itself was a top-tier body technique.

Could Brother Bai's information be wrong? Should he go back and discuss it with him again? While he was pondering, a thin, frail figure came hurrying over carrying a basket.

After several tremors, his consciousness sea suddenly surged, its diameter expanding another foot to reach a width of five feet — the fifth level of the Initial Glimpse realm.

When Chui Bing had previously been in attendance beside Zhao Ni, although she had never actually served Zhao Ni, swayed by those rumors she had always believed Zhao Ni to be a wanton and unrestrained person.

"Then how am I supposed to know when it's Zhuo Ling and when it's Zhuo Ya?" Xue Lin asked, puzzled.