Volume 1, Chapter 128: The Exhibitionist Feng Yizhou

Once Jiang Mu gently closed the door and the sound of his footsteps faded into the distance, Feng Yizhou could no longer suppress the burning emotions in his heart.

They had never seen a gaze like this before. For some reason, it felt as though it could pierce straight into the depths of a person's soul.

He needed to clearly analyze the nature of the relationship between the black mist and the beast's consciousness.

However, if the four Divine Elders knew what he was thinking right now, they would likely be infuriated once again.

Fang Chen stood with his arms crossed, watching the snowy world around him with such intense focus, as if it were a realm of immortals.

The group continued to chat about daily life even while they fought, which left Lord Leopard, watching from afar, absolutely livid.

Chen Bao had never imagined that one day he would "sacrifice" himself for such a cosmic truth.

As for Princess Chang'an, the situation was even simpler: she was the cousin of Qin Hu's cousin. Once Qin Hu was dead, the vast fortune of the Champion Marquis's estate would naturally fall to his cousin.

Yang Tao still did not trust Da Jieli, so he dared not leave her at Cloud Mountain. That was why he had resorted to this desperate measure, though he felt somewhat reassured knowing the Golden Retriever was at home.

Although Chen Yimu was merely a steward, his strength was not to be underestimated; he had reached the peak of the ninth level of the Ghost Emperor realm, needing only a single stroke of fate to reach the Ghost Venerable level.

After that finger appeared, the dim light in the sky instantly turned brilliant. Yang Tao could even see two phantoms emerging from the rift in the sky.

Kong Shen seemed to have been provoked to the point of exploding by Xiang Lian, his rage manifesting as a blazing fire behind him. It felt as if the entire shop might be ignited by his fury.

King Ren stiffened, and in an instant, the tennis ball split into dozens, streaking past him on all sides. With a series of heavy thuds, the balls slammed into the backcourt, merging back into one as they bounced and buried themselves into the netting with a soft rustling sound.

Upon reaching a secluded spot, King Yama released her before she could even express her anger. He turned to see Tong Sisi clutching her left wrist; a red mark circled her right wrist, and she wore an expression of sullen frustration, afraid to vent her feelings.

Watching Qing Yue's reaction, Nan Changqing recalled what she had endured that morning and could only feel a sense of helpless resignation.

Bo Gu did not hear clearly and paused, asking, "Top-ranked?" He could not immediately grasp the meaning of the term.

Shen Jia found it incredible. After everything that had happened, Mu He and Su Baibai could still be together so optimistically. From this alone, it was clear that Mu He was no simple man.

He dared not bring them over; he knew exactly how much Su Baibai would gossip, and with Shen Jia's naturally gregarious personality, he couldn't imagine what kind of chaos would ensue.

The Old Man Under the Moon was so angry his face turned crimson, and he even abandoned all honorifics. He truly wished he could bind this deity, who was causing such havoc while remaining so composed, with his red thread.

Turning around, she transformed back into Lian Yin, put on a look of panicked bewilderment, and ran into the next room, screaming.

No! What was that on the blade? It was his own arm—he had swung his own arm right off his shoulder! The black-clad deacon who had struck the blow looked astonished; he had not even felt the pain yet when he suddenly collapsed to the ground like a limp sack.

Seeing them vanish, and noting that the raw stones he had been observing today also yielded spirit stones when cut by Nian Qing, Sima suddenly began to understand.

If he really cut open a spirit stone, wouldn't that confirm Ding San's suspicions and make it even more difficult for him to carry out his plan to take Sima away?

Sima's insight was not so infallible that every stone he chose would yield a spirit stone; the probability of the stones he picked containing one remained the same as before, hovering around ten percent.