Chapter Thirty-Eight

Yet he would not come to visit his own wife, who lay ill. Anyone with a modicum of intelligence knew he was deliberately giving her the cold shoulder.

The person before him was visibly startled by his words, the hand pouring tea slowing its pace.

Gu Xihuai spoke with a tone of exasperation, lamenting a wasted potential. In his view, if the household had relied solely on the "brainless" Gu Tinghuai, it would never have held together; fortunately, he was there to nip unnecessary troubles in the bud.

The ice cream shop Shen Qing had chosen sold authentic handmade Italian gelato, and the display case was filled with a rich variety of flavors.

Chu Shuang’s fingertips trembled. She did not look at the remaining stack of photographs, but instead tidied them up, put everything back, and returned to the chair by the bed.

Times were lean, and having budgeted carefully, they bought tofu from the town and then rushed back to the village to purchase offal and bone-in meat from the butcher.

"Let’s go inside and talk," Shen Wang said, lifting the formation and signaling for Gu Dongting to follow him indoors.

The middle-aged man in white robes bowed to him. "My name is Eugene Camara. Although I have lived abroad for many years, I am, like you, a native of Linfeng City."

If the Lin estate could receive the news, surely others had as well. Were they not all scrambling to manufacture a chance encounter with the Prince?

Looking at the million-dollar necklace in his hand, then at Gu Qingman’s cold yet beautiful face, Shao Jingcheng did not hesitate for a moment, directly fastening the necklace back around her neck.

Chen Buyi was forced into a desperate retreat, but his mind was already racing; at some point, the Lishang Sword had vanished from his person.

Xiong Zhuangshi watched the two vanishing Beast Emperors without a change in expression; instead, he felt a surge of excitement, for his opponents were so weak that he felt embarrassed to even strike.

In the past, he had merely used his abilities in the dead of night, only for a camera to catch a glimpse of his silhouette, and he had already been summoned by the Investigation Division. If the investigators had made such a mistake, would they not face life imprisonment?

Most likely because they had received word that Shen Mufeng had been imprisoned and was undergoing punishment, the Shen family’s cars remained parked outside, but the gates stayed firmly shut.

Even the young acolyte beside Lu Jin, who had initially been displeased with Chen Long, now wore a look of shock, staring at Chen Long as if he had seen a ghost.

"If this wasn't the work of your Shen family, why are you so nervous?" Mu Wanqiu felt this was an admission of guilt!

The Red Dragon Ying Mengji was a true dragon, more powerful than the centipede spirit, yet she bore no malice toward Chen Long; rather, she radiated goodwill.

As usual, his voice, bolstered by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, was heard clearly by everyone in the dungeon. This alone was enough to subdue the majority of them.

The Jiangzuo Alliance had once been a rough-and-tumble bunch, ignorant of etiquette and rules, but the future Jiangzuo Alliance would understand them, and perform them exceptionally well.

Yet, this also meant that this was Yan Duo’s final strike. If he succeeded in breaking the deadlock, the Jiangzuo Alliance would be safe.

The chaos lasted only half an incense stick’s time from start to finish. Had the Southern Emperor not arrived with his men in time, Nangong Lie would have had little chance of victory in his poisoned state.

The situation had escalated to such a point that the ban on alcohol was finally lifted. Consequently, at the banquet, almost everyone was drinking wildly and celebrating with abandon.

After much deliberation, only two possibilities remained. Either Xie Bin and his group could truly no longer sustain themselves and had lowered their pride to seek refuge at the Hope Base, or Xie Bin was plotting against the Hope Base itself.

In the darkness, the mermaid princess, who had never experienced such a crisis, felt tears welling up in her large eyes, though a stubbornness remained in her tightly pressed lips.

The Prince of Pingxi immediately retreated two steps, his hands instinctively rising as if to shield his face.

The moment the two burly men made their move, a sound of arrows whistled through the air, piercing the two men until they were riddled like sieves.

"Yes! We will listen obediently!" Under the overwhelming pressure of Qi Ge, Yu Shixiong and He Jiuyao trembled as if they had encountered a gang boss on the street, nodding incessantly at Qi Ge.

"It must have been the demonic soul of Lord Hook-Beard, snatched away by someone the moment it appeared," Xu Yan said, nodding. Though he nodded, his words remained ambiguous and evasive.

Li Xue struck while the iron was hot, having Zhang Long expand the base’s perimeter significantly, turning all the extra land into fields for planting grain.

"It was actually found!" Upon hearing this, the Shadow Dragon King suddenly threw his head back and roared with laughter, his voice filled with excitement.

"Are you going to tell me or not? Still refusing to admit it? Do you want me to drag her out myself? You wanton creature!" Deng Wanzhen held up a mobile phone and roared at Hong Ziyao.

In the historical accounts of the Yama Ghost Cultivation within the Emperor’s Medicine Sutra, the ancient Battle of Zhuolu was described in great detail, recording everything from the initial emergence and development of the Yama Ghost Cultivators to their eventual rise to power.

Zhang Ling looked at the furious Luo Daming, smiled faintly, walked over to Liu Yuxia, took her arm, and said with a smile, "Look at how you've frightened your aunt!"

"Then there is nothing I can do. If not, you can resign; I will grant you special approval," Song Qian said, her brows furrowed in cold indifference.

Duan Xueqing’s willow-leaf brows first furrowed, then relaxed. Although the death of the sick pigs made her uncomfortable, the number of deaths was lower than at the Kangrui Animal Hospital, which saved her some face and allowed her to feel a sense of relief.

"Insolent! I showed a bit of kindness, and you actually think you’re invincible!" As the ghost messenger centurion finished speaking, the ghost weapon in his hand suddenly swung through the air toward Du Yuan. Yet, the young hero before him was a rash novice who had appeared from who knows where, and he did not even dodge.

Around the Divine Tree, guards at the late Gold Core stage held spears, encircling the tree with their points facing outward, maintaining an alert posture at all times.

As for the sandbags and trenches that had been piled up, they looked as if they had been raked over by heavy mortar fire, left in tatters with black smoke and flames billowing upward.