Volume One, Chapter 72: My Mrs. Bo

Before coming home, Gu Chen had thought that Xiang Mian must have already returned to her room to rest, and he himself would once again have to spend the whole night keeping watch over Zhou Zixuan, the drunkard. Just as the two were about to withdraw, Duke Shi and his party entered the cave as well. Zhang Keyi and Ma Weiyu decided to follow at a distance to see what would happen next.

Then, the martial artists of Jiuzhou began expressing their confusion, for they had discovered that their true energy had vanished. Suddenly, two emerald green pillars of magical power shot up into the sky. Sen Yin and his companion’s assault expanded from one tree to all the vegetation within five hundred meters. In an instant, countless grass needles and leaf blades filled the sky, dividing sunlight and air into thousands of fragments. Aside from the whistling of the wind, there was nothing else to be heard.

Yet that was truly a dream—the moment when he was saved from death by Shui Longyue. Even though he had no memory of it, the feelings and conversations from the dream were intimately familiar, as if he had truly lived them.

“The one who brought your message?” Deep in her heart, Sakurako Fukada shuddered, for this answer was beyond her expectations.

If this matter only affected himself, Roger would not have cared. But now, with both the company and the film crew depending on him, he could not afford to delay everyone, nor did he wish to bow his head to Jingxuan.

What he feared most was the outbreak of the Karzai virus. If he began to feel unwell, this man would surely drag everyone down with him.

A soft hiss came from behind, as though something brushed past her and plunged into the body of the mountain demon. The effect was instantaneous—the monster’s breathing steadied, and when Yuffie placed her hand on its chest, she found its heartbeat had returned to normal.

What happened next was clear, but as for why the demon possessing Mo Wentian later returned to the Four Seas Palace to wreak havoc, no one knew. After all, that demon had been completely absorbed and returned to Mo Wentian by Tian Sheng.

At first, Yao Yanping thought nothing of it. But when she saw the note explaining the Military Police’s Electrical Surveillance Section’s work, she understood at last—this was invaluable information.

“Demon Emperor!” Tian Sheng cried out anxiously, fearing the Demon Emperor and Fox Phantom would start fighting again and waste more precious time.

“You’re so late! The sunset just now was beautiful, such a pity you missed it,” Zhang Yu said with a touch of regret, Yan also shook his head helplessly.

Tian Sheng watched their figures disappear with a slight smile, then turned to see the four black-clad men with broadswords at their waists. Each stood motionless, like carved statues, their eyes fixed straight ahead, not sparing so much as a glance for the four of them—clearly men who had undergone strict training.

“Aren’t you negotiating business with Zhu Muyun? Just tell him to take the guns away as soon as possible,” Wang Qinghai said. Although the Sixth Division lacked guns, money was more important right now.

“You just don’t understand romance. I want to buy a bicycle, ride it every morning, and take Tang Youyou to school. It’s exercise, and it’s romantic!” I thought longingly—there’s no need for extravagance at university.

“I had nothing to do today, so I came to see you.” Huo Qingsong’s tone was a bit unnatural as he spoke, and Lü Xiang’er could tell.

Now he considered his strength enough to crush any creature of the apocalypse, so he was curious about this legendary beast said to be above level ten, at the forbidden tier.

These people were but the dregs of the army; killing a few more or less made little difference. Out of unwillingness to commit further slaughter, he asked.

With that level of strength, even his master couldn’t withstand a single finger; facing other contenders would only mean death.

A cultured middle-aged man, whom he had met several times before, suddenly appeared in Jian Chen’s mind. This man was An’an’s father… Jian Chen felt a wave of dizziness.

Jin Shengzhe truly did not wish to remain in such an environment for even a second longer. But with the enemy ahead, unless he defeated them, he could neither leave as he wished nor ensure his companions’ safety.

As for himself and the three young disciples from the Xu family, all were suffering internal injuries and could not muster sixty percent of their fighting strength.

Moreover, whether it was the real estate developer’s sales hall or a second-hand housing agency, there were now professional consultants to help with all the procedures—far better than being clueless about taxes and fees.

“There’s no real problem, but I must remind you: the wound from the demon blade is nearly healed,” Sister Mei informed Ye Long.

It wasn’t that his state of mind was weak; rather, the treasures on Jiang Yun were so tempting that even those who had ascended to the rank of Emperor would covet them.

When the Reincarnation Diagram’s weapon soul was collecting the Three Corpses, Qi Qianqiu also attacked Qin Yang, hoping to steal his fortune.

Upon hearing Gao Se mention the Breath of Time, Xi Lan’s brows furrowed briefly before she returned to normal and feigned ignorance.

“Mom!” Xiao Ruoguang rubbed his eyes as he came down the stairs. Bi Yilu made a funny face at her, then ran back upstairs to wash up.

“Oh my, how come the brothers from Dragon Hall are just arriving? You guys are so slow!” he said in Mandarin tinged with a distinct island accent.

Aunt Wan looked surprised; she never expected that Feng Wanli could destroy a terrifying ghost in the blink of an eye.

Who could have imagined that in less than a year, Chu Tao would reach the Spirit Refining stage! At only thirty years old, he was the youngest in history to achieve this.

The fourth thunder seed: the Three Pure Divine Thunders of the Three Purities—Taiqing, Yuqing, and Shangqing.

“You’ve already owed a month’s rent… I’ve been looking for you for ages… where have you been lately?” The wealthy beauty bit her lip, her expression full of grievance.

Flames erupted from Nao Wu’s ears and nostrils, but Endeavor did not unleash his full power immediately.

Everyone in the Gongsun family sighed. They had come with full confidence to win the Dragon Jade, only to lose at the final moment.

But how was it, that here, both the unyielding Teacher Dongguo and the self-sacrificing Old Xiong had become heroes?

Though she was inwardly full of complaints, she picked up her bowl, scooped a spoonful, and held it to his lips.

After covering everything with gauze, she placed a heavy stone lid on top and set a bucket of water to press it down, squeezing out the water to make tofu.