Chapter 82

And to achieve a delicate symbiotic state between the Soul-Eating Gu and its host—where the host’s newly formed divine consciousness precisely matches the Gu ’s daily intake—how many lives did the Louzhu sacrifice?

“He’s not handsome at all.” Ye Xiaomei blushed, linking arms with Fang Qingyou as they walked toward the cafeteria.

She treated him so well, giving selflessly without complaint—just hoping he’d glance at her once—could that not earn his protection?

“Would you like your real father to go instead?” Ning Yuanlan asked, knowing deep down that Heng Xi actually wanted his own father to go.

As noon approached, Ning Yuanlan snapped back to awareness, glancing at her backpack beneath the ladder chair, wondering if Ling Mo had thought to call her yet.

She blinked her soft eyelashes open, bathed in moonlight—beside her head, a bird with wide-open beak and glowing green eyes, its feathers a rainbow of colors.

Ye Zhiyuan finally loosened his grip; the person pressed against his chest exhaled, sinking helplessly into darkness.

But no one expected that the Ink Sword Lord not only possessed peerless sword skills, but his spiritual cultivation had reached an unimaginable level—even the Young Master’s Unreturning Dream could not kill him outright.

In the hospital. Yan Anxing and Wang Manni sat on the waiting chairs when, suddenly, the emergency room light went dark.

“Big Brother Yu, do you think these red fruits taste good?” Ten-year-old Ye Xiaomei stared up at the crimson fruits, her hunger already crawling through her mind.

Jiang Qiu’s demeanor now matched exactly that day at the Qin family auction—the Mr. Jiang had awakened. Forget solving the pond’s oddities; those so-called experts wouldn’t stand a chance against him.

“Fire them—all of them! Never hire them again!” Qin Ke pointed at each one, the staff who had whispered gossip about her just moments before.

Wang Yi seemed to know what he wanted to say; seeing him fall silent, she said nothing, only gently massaged his shoulders.

“But I can give you some information that might help. First, these remnants are roughly divided into two groups: one useful and valuable, the other useless.”

Caroline had been eagerly looking forward to going to the grasslands, but the heavy snow ruined those plans; naturally, her mood was poor, and Yuan Xi agreed without much thought.

But even if this monk were reduced to ash, Qin Yang would recognize him—it was that thief who stole his Earth-Origin Fruit!

The several demon lords who came with Lan Yun had no intention of fighting; instead, they stared at the Golden Divine Palace, their expressions grim.

Since tonight’s banquet was hosted by the Liu family, as the Liu family’s daughter, the first dance naturally belonged to Liu Yunting.

Besides, Jiang Qiu disliked keeping useless things around, so he was curious why Gan Fatso collected everything he saw.

Hei Shi roared in fury, yet even now he hadn’t lost his reason—he remained utterly calm, his gaze sharp, constantly searching for Jiang Hao’s weaknesses.

Today was the day results for the college entrance exam were released; no one knew how many would rejoice, how many would weep silently.

After two days and nights without sleep, Hao Ren was inevitably tired; returning to the Soul-Soothing Society still in the afternoon, he collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep.

As these people watched their talismans about to strike Mao Linglong, they gloated—until countless paper talismans slammed into their weapons, deflecting them.

“A button?” Qin Feng turned it over and over, his eyes filled with confusion—he simply couldn’t understand why the old man wanted him to bring a button into the venue.

Melinda truly couldn’t imagine that, as a forest elf, she would one day be trapped within a forest herself.

How was this possible? His movement had been done crouched on the ground, utterly undetected—how had he noticed?

Ling Zikai gazed at the vanished black bee in his consciousness and the man lying on the ground, a satisfied smile forming.

Then, with a mighty shout, the hill giant hurled the massive boulder, which rolled through the air, howling with a furious wind.

As for enemies, whether one acquires them after starting work is uncertain. As the saying goes, tall trees attract wind—he understood this well. These past months, he’d shone brightly in public, taken blame for others, and drawn many eyes.

Most of these metal ores lay buried deep underground, rarely accompanied by magical gems; to most wizards, they were barren, resource-poor lands. But Glimm held a different view.

Gu Feifei’s apologetic words slightly calmed Li Zixiao’s mood; Gu Feifei’s maturity gave Li Zixiao no reason to be angry.

Meanwhile, Cen Kexin lay on a large bed, the man punishing her fiercely in his own way.

The annual party fell on the third day after Christmas—December 28th. It was the day Qian Qiuyue learned of Lu Xi’s death, and also the third day since Lu Xi’s passing. Three days—before and after—yet the irony was unbearable.

“Shout all you want—no one will come to save you. Now, I’ll kill you!” The old woman’s eyes glinted with malice; she clearly meant to kill Shen Jun.

The Vietnamese monkey’s ferocity and tenacity were even more terrifying than imagined—as if their blood carried an innate, unshakable willingness to die, evoking nothing but helpless awe.