Chapter Twenty-Seven: Ruined

When Shen Yingjie heard that voice, every hair on his body stood on end. He could not be more familiar with it—it was Ye Feng. At that moment, Ye Feng was gazing down at Shen Yingjie from the second floor, his expression indifferent. Shen Yingjie had no idea how Ye Feng had managed to enter this heavily guarded villa. Though it was their own private residence, the security and bodyguards inside were extremely strict. “How did you get in here?”...

Once you’ve done something twice, it comes more naturally, and who would have thought our fates would be so deeply intertwined, even involving the centuries-old feud between the Yue and the Zi clans of the Bone Immortal Realm.

Better to keep a more sensible disciple for myself; she’s too unlucky, too troublesome, always attracting disaster, and I’m left to clean up the mess.

Qin Xin could no longer hold back. She strode over and slapped Sally hard across the face, then grabbed her by the hair and dragged her off the table.

“You really have made yourself at home here, haven’t you? This place cost Dunzi a pretty penny,” Qin Xiangyun’s eyes seemed to hold something new.

After walking some distance, they arrived at the Lotus Garden. They did not go any further inside. The lotus flowers, their leaves reaching to the sky, were in full bloom. His expression was distant, lost in thought.

“Disgusting? That’s all your own spit. What are you disgusted about?” He Xin’s free hand began to unbutton Qi Guan Baitao’s clothes with mischievous intent.

Wang Gui was so angry he wanted to go find Xuan and scold her, but his sons stopped him, only to end up getting scolded themselves.

In the following exams that semester, Su Qing’s grades consistently remained just outside the top ten in her class. This was the result of going to bed past one every night and spending every weekend in extra classes.

After waiting two more days, Xuan returned to the prison. By now, everyone inside bore dark circles under their eyes and looked utterly exhausted.

The parking lot was packed with people. Shen Xingchen took Lu Haitang’s hand, found his sports car, opened the door for her to get in the passenger seat, buckled her seatbelt. Not a trace of panic showed in his movements; every action was crisp and efficient.

“Aren’t you treating me to dinner? I just got here, and you’re leaving already?” The man looked up with a hint of displeasure in his eyes as he gazed at Feng Cheng.

He lingered, unwilling to leave, glancing at Bai Qi on the screen, so handsome he made people dizzy, and then at the supple, seductive older man beside him.

Ma Dexing sneered coldly from the side, his face increasingly clouded with concern. Zhang Zongjin, overwhelmed by his inner demons, had run outside in a frenzy and hadn’t returned since, his mind still unclear. There might not be much real danger here, but if they encountered a reckless rogue cultivator, murder and robbery were not out of the question.

Talia herself had only this to say about the incident: “Asian men really aren’t for me.”

Like the Mingyue Space, it was also a folded dimension, but there were still significant differences between the two.

After uttering words that made everyone think he’d lost his mind, Chu Liu proved through his actions that he wasn’t lying—he truly had the strength to back them up.

Liu Wei remembered clearly: the last time he checked his phone was January 13, 2019, at nine-thirty in the evening.

Now the most dangerous person had become Huang Qing. The biggest threats in fighting Blood-Eyed Sheep were close combat and being knocked down—Huang Qing was facing both at once.

Previously, Liu Wei had successfully cultivated six types of vegetables and one variety of rice. However, the rice yield was not yet high enough to supply supermarkets, so it could only be sold through online platforms.

The two cultivators at the Tribulation Crossing stage were filled with grief and indignation, yet they no longer had the strength to speak. The overwhelming barrage of restrictions crashed down upon them, and the fact that they had made it back alive was something even they found incredible.

If it were to recover, the first thing this swan would do is come after me in a deadly fight.

It was only after the recording was finished that she learned her grandmother had passed away, but this did not stop the song from becoming Ayumi Hamasaki’s breakout hit.

The Winged Sovereign was none other than this starry sky behemoth, resembling a giant eagle, its eyes fixed on Fang Xiaoyu and the others.