Chapter 102: The Angel of the Trough Made My San Value Spin

Hum——

The extreme tinnitus caused intense discomfort; even Wu Wang’s thick nerves couldn’t help but frown and lightly rub his temples.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a blindingly white world.

Everything around him was white.

This place didn’t resemble any room.

Because he couldn’t even discern the boundaries or the ground.

Even though Wu Wang could feel his feet firmly planted on a flat surface

“Though so, Your Majesty cannot afford to be so careless toward this man—if he truly was sent by someone, and Your Majesty falls victim to assassins, wouldn’t that suit certain people’s wishes?” Chu Xuhua still frowned, answering slowly.

Lu Qingyu knew clearly that without equipment enhancement, even with a surprise attack, he couldn’t guarantee seriously injuring Lan Yushang, a Level Two powerhouse—so his goal in appearing beside Lan Yushang wasn’t to wound, but to startle and disrupt.

Tracing the four clans’ history of demon-slaying, identical incidents occurred countless times, uninterrupted from ancient times to the present. Even the famous supernatural tale “Painted Skin” was adapted from this very event.

Both took a deep breath, steadying their rapidly pounding hearts, and Yu Han began counting softly.

“I know selling this month’s liquor would bring more profit—but I care more about the reputation of our Longfeng Qingbai Zui!” Liu Tianhao still looked hesitant.

“While I’m gone, please let Bai take good care of you—and you, teach him well. We three are all alike, all disliked for various reasons,” Yue said, raising an eyebrow.

Seeing Sun Daomin lying silent for a long time, Yue Longtian finally left the ward, his mind filled with the moment he’d detected Sun Daomin’s martial skill—he wondered what secrets Sun Daomin was hiding from him.

“Ha! Finally arrived! I thought you’d cower inside and never come out…” Yama Orochi laughed wildly.

Two months ago, I wandered alone to Xiamen, but got detained at Zhang San’s Crazy Milk Tea shop on Gulangyu—they claimed I couldn’t pay, yet my already empty wallet had somehow vanished without a trace.

“Yue has no friends—will MuMu be Yue’s friend?” Yue smiled sadly; for years he’d been lonely, never found the one he loved, his heart hollowed out.

Lin Muyu received a call from Deng Young Lady early in the morning; Deng Young Lady was ecstatic, saying only three words.

Zhang Lu’s heart leapt with joy—he immediately drew the “Xuan Ting” sword and lunged at the Giant Hunter King.

“I’m not insane—I’m waiting,” Ye Li sighed. She was afraid—even with streetlights, she was afraid—but she couldn’t go back, and that made her miserable.

Memories drifted far away; when Dai Dai came to his senses, he had already reached the student street connected to the back gate.

The man with a squash-like face had roamed the Jianghu for years, surviving by deception, fraud, and extortion; his broad experience and wide network meant he could spot powerful figures at a glance.

Ye Li barely touched her dinner; for days she’d eaten little, as if something heavy blocked her chest—she felt no hunger, yet the smell of food made her nauseous.

“Director Shen, Mr. Xiao, your bodyguard—where did he go again? Those guards—could you tell me?”

Mu Tian felt awkward all of a sudden—he’d just eaten so much, not realizing these were the leftovers others had saved for themselves; now that he’d finished them, what would others eat?

Guan Xin took it, then raised an eyebrow, baffled. Hadn’t he been furious just now? How capricious.

No one knew how much time passed—then the man’s phone vibrated, the hum clear and sharp in the room; Ye Li startled, forcing herself to focus—the man had already answered the call.