Chapter 252: 009 The Eve (4k)

Yu Zong is on the move.

Dr. Yu is telling jokes.

Yu Liangxin is attending a wedding.

Yu Xing is busy—so busy he doesn’t even have time to reply to WeChat…?

Liu Jiankai is skeptical about this.

Regarding the WeChat project, Xu Xin from Jinri Capital conveniently assigned it to Liu Jiankai, who gladly accepted, equally curious about the software’s ultimate fate.

However, WeChat Company has no obligation to disclose information publicly.

Liu Yun’s group walked forward slowly, finally seeing a figure standing at the castle’s gate.

They had been sitting in a prisoner cart; the rapid ride jolted them, forcing them to crouch and grip the wooden bars of the cage—but though uncomfortable, they could speak quietly, masked by the sound of hooves.

“Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you—I’m Wang Dang, Peak of the Second Stage.” The man said to Lin Feng after laughing.

Qi Lin knew this was extremely serious—if even the White Emperor could not protect the Western Wastelands, then the entire Great Wasteland would be washed in Xingtian’s blood, and every deity, star name, and cultivator in the Great Wasteland would perish.

“I think so, and it’s very likely my cousin!” Shen Peng wiped sweat from his forehead.

At that moment, a mirror suddenly appeared out of thin air—its surface smooth, radiating a hazy watery glow that instantly froze the Crow Feather Fan, all incoming feather needles sinking into the ripples.

“Parental orders will only make Nezha more rebellious,” Guan Yinzǐ pierced through Nezha’s nature in one sentence.

Seeing Lü Pingchuan’s expression, the two knew the matter was extremely dire—Lü Pingchuan’s strength was insufficient to quell it.

It was three in the afternoon; Jin Youyi had been awake for a long while, thinking deeply before finally coming to the bedroom to see Bai Ze.

Her favorite pot of pothos was still in Xue’s apartment; now that she and Fei Mo were getting along well, it was time to retrieve her pothos.

His eyes showed anxiety, yet he could not approach me; the only thing he could do—and what would benefit me—was to stay out of the way and retreat.

“After all the effort it took me to escape the Chaos, am I to be trapped here again?” Mu Yunqing said, suddenly collapsing backward, face filled with utter despair.

Ye Qingluo felt Chi Ao’jiao, who had been silent in her pet space, begin to stir restlessly.

Ye Qingluo continued smiling, glancing sideways at the demon still lying on the bed, a wicked smile curling at his lips.

Chu Yanqing, however, noticed the disheveled bedding and the scratches on Xiao Yunshu’s hand; quietly, he placed the items he’d bought on the room’s small table.

“He’s quite famous in the northeast of Zi Yun Continent, primarily active in the Ghost Luo Sect’s territory. Rumors say Tie Mu has ties to the Ghost Luo Sect; also, Qiu Sheng excels in Eagle Claw Technique—the Earth-grade spiritual skill, Mystic Eagle Claw, is extremely powerful—be extremely cautious.” Qi Yuze warned.

Gao Dabao subtly tucked it into his sleeve; his gaze grew warmer, as if he subtly felt I understood the game.

“Huh? Who upset you?” Su Yiran pulled his wife into his arms, his eyes brimming with unmistakable tenderness.

Ye Chengxuan hated this feeling—the longing made him suffer terribly. Yet he couldn’t bring himself to destroy this emotion; he treasured this torment too much.

“First, find a job. Everything takes time—you can’t swallow a whole ox in one bite.” As he spoke, Zhao Gan gazed out the window, where neon lights crisscrossed and cars flowed endlessly.

He didn’t know that the tip of his golden iron shovel had struck a diamond—something far beyond his capacity to move.

Meng Xin raised an eyebrow; the opponent wasn’t a physical person, but an energy entity with human thoughts and emotions. Still, she’d heard much of the Three Supreme Arts—legend said they were among the top young experts of this era; she never expected to meet one of the Three Supremes, Huan.

Situ Xiao crushed his cigarette in the ashtray. He and Yi Lin had been brothers through life and death for years; he owed Yi Lin for what happened with Siying—but it was unintentional. He couldn’t let Yi Lin do something irreversible over this; if he did, even he might not be able to protect him. Besides, there was Mengzhu.