Chapter 112: 109 Flash Collapse

Hongshan Huaxia and Today Capital joined forces, expecting to land a small pre-New Year deal, but the other side failed to recognize the situation.

But investment and financing cannot be forced, and with other developments, Shen Nanpeng soon took his leave, hurrying off to handle his own matters.

Xu Xin also said nothing more, focusing on the company’s final tasks before the New Year.

Yet as vice president who had worked alongside him for years, Liu Jiankai clearly sensed his boss’s poor mood, and

“Yes.” Several subordinates replied, each leading one miner out, leaving only three miners of different ages behind.

Thinking this way, Yi Le instantly calmed down, though a faint, inexplicable tension still lingered in her heart.

Mu Li stood behind his sister drinking; after he finished voicing his wish to “protect the young master,” it was finally Zhu’er’s turn.

Su Jiu took the few pages of paper, praised: “Well done,” then lowered his head to read.

Wu Enqi nodded, disheveled; Liya bit her lip and smirked, then vanished into the breeze using “Walking on the Wind.” For about half an hour, Wu Enqi paced nervously on the plank walkway, anxiously waiting. Every time a cool breeze passed, he trembled, convinced Liya had returned.

Princess Momo clutched Wu Enqi’s letter and walked slowly to the side of the Demon Emperor Takedaibelon, kneeling before him and lifting his arm with both hands.

Lu Qi’s entire body rose involuntarily into the air, as if reborn; energy radiating from his body merged with the air, instantly filling the void with an unnervingly frigid aura that sent chills down the spine.

Nan Wuxiang inhaled deeply, drawing in the last traces of lightning, digesting it through his bloodlines, releasing it as a crackling burst from every pore, accompanied by a smoky, satisfied belch.

His luck was truly remarkable: since entering the secret realm, he had remained within the barrier the entire time, and this disciple was, in fact, an acquaintance of Li Yuyun.

Life returned once more to its usual calm; people had long grown accustomed to Lu Qi’s brilliance.

“Da Fa, you had another nightmare?” Hua Jie was startled by Hu Dafa’s behavior—this time it was different from before; previously he’d been thrashing and babbling, but now his soul had left his body, his eyes vacant, as if he’d gone dumb.

Monkey, Zhu Qing, and Huayang left Sanxing Island to obtain seeds; hundreds of acres on Sanxing Island awaited sowing.

Harmonious multicolored light bathed the sky; the Heart Demon Illusion Array rose fully under Wang Mu’s control. Every array totem, every spiritual energy line glowed in color.

Of the thirty-plus members of the San Island clan, only one escaped wounded; all others were annihilated, not a single one left alive.

Moonlight draped him in an ethereal glow; his skin was pale, nearly translucent. She gazed at him, he gazed at her; their eyes met, bound in silent devotion.

“Wait—how exactly did you and your wife die? Why were your bodies burned?” Time was short; I didn’t bother choosing words carefully, asking bluntly.

Vampires clustered together, either under the leadership of their family or gang heads, or gathering spontaneously without guidance—but all shared the same emotion: an urgent eagerness to feast on the Chinese cultivator before them.

“Your clothes are valuable, but you can’t take them; your gold chain is valuable, but do you have the strength to tear it off? Your diamond ring is valuable—can you even pry it off? Even the owner struggles to remove it; without shaking hands, how would you get it?” Hu Dafa analyzed calmly.

Several patients came with colds, fevers, or stomachaches; Xie Dongya dealt with them effortlessly. Seeing it was already twelve, he prepared to close up and rest.

Once, he had loved most her eyes—eyes like the sea, calm and deep when they looked at you, yet surging like the ocean; every mood she felt seemed written in them, and whenever he gazed into them, his heart would grow still and serene.