Spring’s Message Amid the Snow 4

Liu Moyi followed behind Tu Cheng, not daring to get too close, keeping several paces between them. Of all people, she understood best what was going through Tu Cheng’s mind at this moment.

However, Ouyang Luo had scarcely been seen lately. Sometimes he wouldn’t return until the early hours, and even then, it was only to shower and change clothes before leaving again.

—If the Damu Group truly lacked the special glass manufacturing technology, then such a form of investment would certainly be feasible.

One must never leave him a retreat, or else he would rely on his own foundation to crush you, leaving no chance to turn the tables.

Zhi Xue had taken a fancy to those premium animal pelts in Liang Feixue’s possession. She wanted one to make a fox-fur cloak, which was why she’d invited Liang Feixue, her words already tinged with flattery.

—These days, his temper had not been good, so much so that his subordinates had become highly perceptive. Once the office door closed, no one dared disturb him unless absolutely necessary.

Before long, the sun was high in the sky. By midday, Xiong Yan appeared, refreshed and full of energy.

Just as the other’s figure disappeared, a sudden gale whipped up at the shop’s entrance, and three figures slowly materialized. As the wind subsided, Qin Feng and the Progenitor Crab appeared, along with the Blood Demon Patriarch, smiling. Looking at the familiar shop, he was filled with emotion—it felt good to return to this treasured place at last.

Because her hips were so sore and weak, Liu Yafei had to press her hands between her legs, her delicate body trembling uncontrollably.

After finishing everything, he and the Progenitor Crab quietly turned, casting sinister glances at Ji Jiankong not far away.

Yifei, a celebrity who almost never livestreamed, suddenly began a broadcast, drawing a massive crowd of fans to watch.

Bai Xinyu’s face was as pale as paper, and only after taking a top-grade blood-replenishing pill did her complexion gradually regain some color, though her body remained weak.

Lin Jian realized that the intimate and ambiguous relationship between the two likely stemmed from Li Mingyang.

There was no need for excessive worry; with simple physical methods to stop the bleeding, everything would be fine.

Ji Qiushang looked at Fu Shiyan’s hand resting by his side, and placed her hand over his, intertwining their fingers and gripping tightly.

Her slightly contorted expression, paired with her messy hair, made her look as if she’d already become part of the deserted island survival atmosphere.

Jiang Ruoyao’s fans harbored immense hatred for Lu Wei, frantically digging up dirt on him to launch a fresh wave of online attacks.

Zhong Xiaoyu had received many casting invitations, but without exception, they were all roles as eye candy—insignificant parts with little screen time.

With her elder brother backing her, Li Yin’s confidence soared. She swung her riding crop, pointing at Yu Tao and the others, cursing them out.

The room fell silent as the Third Princess walked to one side and changed out of her formal court attire, donning simple home clothes.

“How can you also wield the Void Abyss?” Luo Jin couldn’t help but ask. The sensation just now was unmistakable—identical to the Void Abyss’s tremor.

“Crack!” Two sharp cracks of the whip rang out, followed by a scream. At last, the guards began moving, training in an orderly fashion under Felix’s supervision.

As soon as the words fell, a dozen battered soldiers surged forward, wishing they could cut Zhuo Nan down on the spot. Old Ma, seeing the scene, relaxed. In these times, money was everything—with enough money, even lives could be bought.

The words of the Super Brain left Zhuo Nan stunned. Could this simple crash-course in combat actually be the secret manual of the Longhua Star System? Ridiculous—since when did such bargains fall from the sky?

“Zhuo Nan, stop right there…” Lü Zihan shouted. The corridor was narrow and echoed, so his yell drew the attention of every student who hadn’t yet left. Lü Zihan wanted just such an effect—to show off the authority of the class monitor in front of everyone.

The magic crystal cannon had been drained, and Erde was left utterly exhausted, sitting on the ground with a magic crystal orb to recover his strength. A god’s scroll—such a forbidden artifact—had sapped every bit of magic from his body. Now, he was little better than an ordinary human.

“All right.” Chen Fei didn’t mind. He wasn’t worried about Hu Qiao’er running into any real danger, so he gave the address to Wang Xiaomeng. Since Wang Xiaomeng had mentioned Hu Qiao’er was still packing, she probably wouldn’t show up for a while, which left him enough time to settle the problem himself.

Only as the bandages wrapped round and round his body did that tense face relax a little, though he still kept a firm grip on Mu Yurong’s slender waist with one hand.

“Moo!” The Savage Bull King opened its huge maw and let out a thunderous bellow that made Yi Chuan’s ears ring, but Yi Chuan’s hands didn’t pause for a moment—he raised Yuanhui horizontally and struck with all his might at the beast’s enormous eye.

“Roar!” The moment the Gluttonous Swallowing Pearl entered its body, the Xuan Flame Prisoned Ox screamed in agony. Black lines crawled through its crimson eyes, and torrents of molten lava gushed from its open mouth.

Li Dong’s meaning was clear, and Meng Ze picked up on it. Seeing the mocking faces around him, Meng Ze burned with shame and anger. His expression flickered, and finding it unbearable to remain, he wished the earth would swallow him up. Without another word, he left.

Dressed in his new overlaid shield and broad tin sword, he now looked every bit the part of a Kadra elite warrior.

Su Xiasha wasn’t sure how she felt about Bei Chenming, but at least she knew she didn’t dislike him.

If, in the end, he was just creating a wedding dress for demons, what point was there in helping those mysterious people attack Shushan?

By now, Bei Chenming had started his livestream, the camera focusing on Su Xiasha.

Frankly, it was the police’s job to catch thieves; without solid evidence, there was no way to take down Sun Tao, and no one would believe his story. Sun Tao was cunning, and though Liu Yishou still had a card up his sleeve, the evidence wasn’t quite enough—it would be hard to bring the man down.

Could this two-meter-tall musclebound hulk actually be a demon hunter trained in dark magic?

But this time, he seemed full. The way he looked at Wang Yonghao no longer held any hunger for food.

This was Zhang Yue’s toughest battle since his debut—an opponent the likes of which he’d never faced before. Not only was his adversary a master of the assassin’s path, but he also trained both water and metal elements and wielded the power of wind. If not for Zhang Yue’s own mastery of eight disciplines, always countering with the right element, he would have been defeated long ago.