Chapter 287: The Monster Will One Day Be Killed by the World

Everyone has secrets—the hidden side they conceal.

You can’t know whether the gentle neighbor boy standing before you is secretly a bloodthirsty cannibal; whether the kind big sister you pass on the street engages in illegal organ trafficking; whether the diligent and frugal old couple are in fact fugitive drug lords hiding in plain sight…

Then what is the clown’s secret?

You’d better pray you’ve never known

Xu Jie said: “No need. Who knows if you did it on purpose just now? Just stay away from Xiao Ge from now on.” Lan Xiner, hurt, said: “I really didn’t do it on purpose—I swear to heaven.” As she spoke, her eyes reddened and she began to cry. I didn’t press her, comforted her briefly, then let her leave.

“Xia Yan, you should go down and clear things up with him yourself—don’t let A Zhan be caught in the middle…” Chu Weiwei walked over with a mischievous grin, grabbing Xia Yan’s arm and pushing her out.

Shen Jing didn’t want to estrange herself too much from Old Lady Song; otherwise, her position in the Song household would grow even more precarious.

Hearing the great serpent’s mournful cry proves it’s still transforming into a dragon—this is precisely when it’s weakest. If we strike now, we’ll succeed.

Yin Qiu Jian, though startled, remained calm, raising his ghost soldiers to block the attack at once, sparks flying everywhere.

If Yin Qianchou were still alive, he’d be the ideal choice. Among the entire Dragon Gang, only you and Xiao Fan have the strength to handle this—no one else would dare risk it. Even the two of us have only a thirty percent chance of success.

Xia Yan’s body stiffened, frozen for a moment, then she wrapped her arms around Yi Beihan’s neck and tilted her head up to meet him.

In an instant, her eyes widened—right, today was the first morning at the Huo family compound. She was about to turn and wake Huo Lingfeng, but found he was already gone.

“Sir, your ice cream!” The server placed a crystal glass plate steadily on the table.

Members of the Burial Love Clan don’t earn money by selling gear—they only take bounties, and the prices aren’t low.

After leaving through the dedicated passage, Zhao Hao didn’t join the team’s post-game party.

The bridegroom and bride toasted, the banquet began—the gods could now feast on divine pills and delicacies, savoring jade dew and nectar, exchanging words with one another.

“Our Golden Children’s prestige is truly impressive—this is the best private room in the restaurant, something others beg for, and you just said one word and got it.” Linda smiled, glancing at the tall, handsome Man.

“The Punishment of the Gods.” This outcome likely brought relief to Almous and the elders. They buried this history not merely to conceal their failure, but to bury the seeds of chaos and destruction that Anklan had sown.

Lin Qian’er gazed blankly at the sky, deaf to Xing’er’s words. She remained silent, so Xing’er dared not speak either—the black bear was never one for words. Feng Tianlun dared not speak even more.

“The Eden Expansion Project,” Lu Shuangshuang said slowly, watching Huo Yuanzhen’s face grow paler with each word she uttered.

These soldiers belonged to the Dao Si Fu, but weren’t internal staff—plainly put, they were merely temporary workers. Yet wearing the Dao Si Fu’s badge, few ordinary people dared provoke them.

With the pet’s evolution on track and Dari having nothing else to do, he went to Stock’s place to order food for the city.

Wang Chaoyang had already spotted Long Quanyuan and the others, and noticed the gunfire aimed at the corner. He shouted to Long Quanyuan and the others at once.

“One minute to the helicopter drop zone,” said Gao Fei, seated in the helicopter’s co-pilot seat.

Looking at the “flower” crown, at the familiar wild “flowers” upon it, then at Lan Ruoxin approaching with a furious expression, Moduo’s deep gaze turned his green eyes even darker. Without further thought, he stepped forward quickly to catch up with Lan Ruoxin, fearing she’d be harmed.