Volume 1, Chapter 41: Too Loose a Fit

"Nonsense. Try wearing it yourself and see if it’s comfortable! It’s all because of you, you wretched demon; otherwise, would I be in such a miserable state? I’m in a foul mood, and my blood doesn't taste good either!" He Lang retorted angrily. He knew the tree demon cared deeply about the quality of his blood, so he used it to provoke him.

Yang Jinxin seized her final opportunity, walking through the empty, desolate streets, yet there was still no news of Yang Jinhuan.

Lan Yun realized he had misspoken the moment the words left his mouth, and He Lang, standing beside him, glared at him repeatedly.

He Lang knew most of these people by name. They were the brothers and sisters he had lived and trained with. Just a few days ago, they were vibrant young people, full of life, but now they had all met tragic ends.

"Let’s not just stand here; the police will be here soon!" Seeing that it wasn't Meng Liang who was injured, Wu Tao felt relieved and spoke up.

"I imagine once they finish their discussions over there, someone will come to pick you all up..." the officer replied after a moment of thought.

Huo Donglai stared at her intently. A thousand words, upon seeing her so close, dissolved into silent waves of emotion as two streams of clear tears rolled down his cheeks.

"Then why didn't you exchange for more magic crystals when you were in the Ancient City of No Tears?" the second senior sister asked, dissatisfied.

"Well done. Do you think I don't know what kind of bastard that piece of trash is? He deserved to be put in his place. Brother Ye, you handled that perfectly!" Zhu Dafu waved his hand and shouted.

The people of Li Family Bay were simple and honest, and they trusted Huo Donglai implicitly. Although Yang Jinxin’s words left them half-skeptical, the times were difficult, and everyone raised their guard accordingly.

"That brother has his brows slightly knitted; perhaps you have encountered some matter difficult to decide?" the young man in black asked again.

The two men above were caught off guard and fell, struck by bullets. The opposing party, panicked, hurriedly dropped to the ground, never expecting their targets to be waiting below, ready to walk right into the line of fire.

***

You have grand ambitions, how impressive. If I didn't have them, I’d just want to lie low here for a while. Would you be able to let it rest?

If this situation were to continue for a week, the entire drug trade in Canada would fall into chaos.

Compared to this, as for the Pine Forest, perhaps the only hope left lies with the Grandmaster.

As some of the prominent young masters and playboys of the South City, their family influence and power were extraordinary. As long as they had money, what couldn't they accomplish?

A mature, stunning beauty stood before that lecher Huixing—a beauty he had groomed himself—yet he was utterly helpless.

She had only unleashed half of her innate supernatural power when she was instantly immobilized. The energy within her body seemed to freeze, coming to a dead halt mid-flow; no matter how hard she tried to channel it, she couldn't move an inch.

In that very instant, Wang Xiu looked as if he had seen something unbelievable: his own hand had suddenly been severed! Right at the wrist, it had simply vanished. How could this be?

Helan Mingshi glanced at the eight red wooden chests tied with silk ribbons in the hall. She then looked at Helan Jue and asked in a low voice.

The netizens of China were naturally displeased with these Japanese people. The internet users of the two countries clashed online over the air purifier that Lin Feng had created, and both sides were engaged in a fierce exchange of insults.

If one word could summarize it, it would be "pain." Sharp, needle-like protrusions extended from the automaton, and all its edges were as thin as blades. Its entire body was made of metal, and the artificial craftsmanship was extremely evident. It held a giant blade in each hand, similar in length to Yaya’s height—swords likely meant for hacking through sheer weight.

"Hospitality is, of course, no problem. I’ll leave this matter to you. If it succeeds, you’ll have done another great service for Xia Yi. I need to keep raising funds as well. The difficulties are only temporary; we’ll divide the work, and I believe we’ll surely weather this storm." Sister S nodded to Gu Lian, full of confidence.

Li Wuxin withdrew her spiritual power and shifted her gaze. The bewitching glow in her eyes faded. She looked at Yu Qi, who was slumped on the ground in a temporary faint, and channeled a wisp of spiritual power into her to bring her back to consciousness.

***

Since that scoundrel Xiahou Ce had drawn up such a wretched contract for her, and she didn't want to worry about too many trivialities, she left many matters to her father and the shopkeepers. After all, she didn't truly intend to settle down in this Jin State; her goal was to return to the modern era.

While the Lin family was engaged in a heated discussion about the incident, the scene in the Premier's office at Zhongnanhai in Beijing was much the same.

"Is it shameless to sleep in your own home wearing only your underwear? Is there any man in this world who isn't shameless?" Ye Tianyu countered.

"Wait, Leone, you know him?" Leone’s words left those around her slightly stunned.

"I... I can go?" Tiantian still found it hard to believe. The assassination had failed, yet she had received two hundred thousand, done nothing, and was just being let go.

And now, let alone reaching the rank of Heaven-Mystic Sovereign, she still had a long, long way to go before even becoming an Earth-Mystic Sovereign.

Knives and swords are both common weapons. In the military, the knife suppresses the sword; in the pugilistic world, the sword surpasses the knife. Perhaps this is the destiny of blades and swords; the relationship between a bladesman and a swordsman is just as irreconcilable.

Huo Yun quickly looked to his left and right. The situation on the scene was clear at a glance: on the right were three tall men, dressed in the commoner’s cloth garments, yet they looked ferocious—the very image of villains in the minds of the people. Their most prominent feature was the weapons they held, symbols of violence.

As for Zhou Xianren, even if Xu Feiyue didn't go looking for him, he would certainly come looking for Xu, because that fellow was extremely covetous of the Galaxy Key.

Without time to think, Xu Hong let out a loud shout, and the primordial energy within his body surged forth, forming a thick defensive barrier.