Chapter 254: A Traitor Among Us

Boom—

Accompanied by a tremendous crash, the rust-stained great iron gate was sent flying backward with a thunderous crash.

A nimble figure slid out from within.

Before he could steady himself, he stepped into a marvelous gait and vanished on the spot.

When he reappeared, he had already reached the end of the corridor.

He arrived before another great gate.

But he did not rush to push it open and go in; instead, he leaned against the gate and looked back toward the place he had just burst out from.

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Wu Chuzhi said nothing, went to the living room, gulped down a cup of water, grabbed two sheets of paper, and went into the kitchen.

Watching her own painting being ruined like this, Hao Xue'er's eyes went red; she sat in a daze, and even when Yan Heng pulled her along by the handlebars of her bike, she did not resist.

But for a beast-tamer to comprehend it on their own requires a great deal of opportunity, and sometimes one must even pay with one's own life as the price.

Although Fang Mingyue did not practice Wu Gong, he greatly valued life's pleasures, especially harboring a particular fondness for fine wine. He had specially dug a wine cellar in his own back courtyard, which housed all manner of fine wines.

Whenever he felt lost, whenever he wanted to shrink back, whenever he hesitated, the words Lan Yuhengkong had once spoken would always echo in his heart, as if he were always by his side, quietly offering encouragement.

"Li Gu, do you mean you intend to go to Jian'an yourself and invite Zhuge Yuanzhao to come out of seclusion?" An Qingxu asked.

The original Yin-Yang Dual Qi Bottle, though powerful, was far too cumbersome; now it was like a jade-pure vase, containing its own world within, convenient to carry.

Especially Litto's market value exceeding one hundred billion US dollars—to acquire such an enterprise, one would inevitably have to pay a price higher than its market value.

This made things much simpler; every headhunter had plenty of ready-made résumés on hand, so all one had to do was ask them one by one.

In truth, he did not have much resistance toward such a class either, but since the companions around him all wore such a look of resistance, he did not say any more about it.

Drawn by the pull of qi, Xiang Feng sensed the change within the fog; a look of heavy tension appeared in his eyes, his hands flipping rapidly, and fog thicker than before surged from his palms. The fog that Mu Tian had just felt loosening suddenly grew far more solid.

At night, Hao Tianming ate a few random bites and prepared to look for Murong Moqing, but how was he to find her? He then took out his phone, switched to another SIM card, and sent Murong Moqing a text: "Have you eaten yet?"

When he received the letter, Qin Feng was truly moved. Even at a time like this, Hua Qingshuang had still taken the trouble to write to him, willing to help him resolve his troubles. This was not merely a relationship of partners; it was the affection of family.

At this moment, in this instant, One's own world contained only the one him within her gaze. The three-zhang wall of ice in her heart was melted by a single drop of his hot blood; tears filled her eyes, and her heart flew away following his towering yet helpless form.

Everyone said the current Yingchun was different from before—no longer the "block of wood" who wouldn't even cry out when pricked with a needle. Moreover, Yingchun was formidable: in the Sun residence, she first sold out the provocative Chu Jiao, then punished Chen Yiniang who couldn't keep her place, and even Sun Shaozu gave Yingchun two or three points of deference.

"Giddyup!" Suddenly, a shout came from ahead. Rumble rumble—a luxurious horse carriage came thundering by, and countless pedestrians and goods stalls along both sides of the road suffered for it.

"It does have some flavor, but why do I always feel like something is missing?" some staff members said.

Old thief Wu's voice was low as he stared straight ahead toward the end of the long river; his great hand reached out, and profound, mysterious light flickered in his palm.

Although Elder Leng valued Mu Tian, he had never imagined that after dodging two of his strikes, Mu Tian could still unleash such a powerful domain technique—this was beyond his expectations.

For instance, at this moment, looking at Shen Mengyao's crystalline, jade-like lovely face up close, her long lashes, her eyes deep as the sea and bright as the stars, and catching her fragrance as Chu Qingya as jasmine blossoms, Lu Shaoxi felt that being able to stay by her side was truly a very happy thing.