Chapter 596

To prevent word from getting out, five men wearing wide-brimmed hats and black face cloths sat in the pavilion, forbidding anyone from leaving.

Liu Xiaolou muttered to himself—this arrangement was probably meant to guard against him, after all, from their conversation, these four men clearly knew each other.

Sitting there so long was bound to draw attention; occasionally someone would peek past and, seeing five pairs of eyes fixed on them, would startle and hurry away, leaving behind an impression of suspicion.

Yet after a fleeting moment of standoff, the icy hatred in Shangguan Xian’s eyes faded. He gazed deeply at Zhu Nao, his lips curling in a complex smile before dropping his spear. The Shu soldiers, however, did not relax—they surged forward to search him for any other weapons.

Long hair concealed Li Junxiu’s face; his weary expression carried a languid, weary beauty, like a star hiding in the night, radiating deep allure.

The other two groups also heard the commotion and hurried toward the forbidden zone. Hua Nian glanced anxiously toward the forbidden area, then at Gu Xicheng, and helplessly stayed where she was.

On the rest of the journey, Wu Jie finally understood why the slain fire spirit had been so confident—apparently, fire spirits were not rare in this place at all.

Yu Qing had been exploited so brutally he felt he’d stirred up a wolf; he had no strength left even to lift his hand, so he gave up resisting and let it all happen.

Thus, both sides added many amendments to their original contract, agreeing that if the Black Horse Army suffered casualties in battle, the Xuantian Sect would compensate accordingly; if the war ended within a certain timeframe and enemy heads taken fell below a set number, the payment would be reduced proportionally, and so on.

Correct—he was not called Ouyang Liuxiang, Ding Xiangliu, or Liuxiang… he was Xiangliu. The legendary subordinate of the Water God Eunuch, the nine-headed serpent Xiangliu. His true form bore nine heads; every human guise he assumed carried a different face.

The Tai Shi clan wholeheartedly approved of this decision, strongly supporting Tai Shi Ci’s choice. Tai Shi had once told Tai Shi Ci: “The swan must harbor ambitions to hold up the sky.”

“Go! Let him go! I don’t want to see him!” Tie Shou turned his face away, pointing a finger and barking coldly at me.

“He Ba Yu” spun around instantly—Hui Bao was one of the very few people he could truly trust.

Pu Ji chuckled; this question left Zhan Bai speechless—monks and Daoists alike did not value money, and they had none to give.

“Are these things true?” Emperor Yan’s entire body radiated coldness. Jing Xi Yue had suffered in the Jing household—he knew that—but he never imagined they’d treat her this way.

“The bodyguard of Chairman Situ of Glory Group?” Zhou Liuqi’s gaze toward Lin Xiaotian turned strange.

“Black Egg! What are you, anyway? I’m disciplining my wife and children—that’s my family matter, none of your business, especially not yours, a stranger and a former vagrant.” Zhang Yulin tried to pull his hand back—but after several attempts, he realized it was impossible.

Why didn’t she think he was deliberately letting her “steal tofu” just to win her trust?

“Silver Ring Snake! You’ve tamed the Silver Ring Snake!” Naida Zhenli’s eyes locked onto the venomous serpent in the Poison Doctor Tianlang’s hand, filled with terror.

“Thank you for your kindness! I won’t eat—the moment I teach Tu Ruicong a few characters, I’ll leave.” Pan Junfeng said.

“Hah… you think you can defeat Qing’er? You’re dreaming!” The First Lady sneered.

Currently, Kaiyuan Real Estate has been completely transformed; it won’t be long before it becomes the top real estate company in Zhanggang City.

The old lady sneered: “If he were just a thug, why would I fear him? I’ve got three sons. But he’s got this.” She gestured with her fingers to form the character “eight.”