27. The Real and Fake Heiresses (Part 5)

Cao Hun, the leader, was so livid that his face turned a ghostly shade of green; he longed to strike out and kill Tu Mo immediately.

Suddenly sensing a gaze filled with hostility, Guo Jia turned his head and locked eyes with Xu Shu. Guo Jia smiled and offered a polite greeting with his eyes, but Xu Shu was full of provocation, his expression angry, with sparks seemingly flying from his gaze.

Mu Yuan was startled by this, but he immediately offered a faint smile and, amidst the terrified looks of Motian and his companion, walked over.

The middle-aged man was a human manifestation of a Scarlet Fire Spotted Tiger, a spirit beast that had reached the late stage of the Third Transformation.

Wang Yang merely shrugged, indifferent. Since someone wanted to scam those from the wildlands, they could not just stand by and watch; after all, they needed this place to settle down and make a living for the time being.

"Fine, I will give you both a big red envelope," Huang Tao said, pulling out his phone and transferring one thousand yuan to each of us. Zeng Lu and I accepted it without reservation.

Su Xiumian nodded slightly, said nothing more, and without even glancing in my direction, turned to leave.

If previous speculations were correct, "she" should have been at the peak of the Ninth Layer of the Supreme Realm. But if that were truly the case, why would "she" not seek him out now, instead of waiting until he reached the breakthrough to the Supreme Realm?

The Great God Chiyou, as described by Ye Miaomiao, was simply perfect. On the battlefield, he could take on a hundred enemies at once, fighting with heroic valor. Yet off the battlefield, he was like a kind-hearted elder from next door, showing concern for the younger generation and chatting about everyday matters.

In the end, he managed to grasp a sliver of the Primordial Source through the power of his original essence. However, it was only a sliver; he could not control any more of the Primordial Source, as if constrained by the entire world. Thus, he was unable to evolve a method to forge the perfect Primordial Source body.

Could it be that Mu Zhi'er had acted deliberately, not to provoke the Ninth Princess, but to use the Princess's rage as a way to punish herself and cause her embarrassment? Ye Xun speculated to himself.

Chen Qingyu frowned. She was certainly no fool and could naturally see that this man had ill intentions, so she ignored him and continued walking forward.

***

However, just as he wanted to take another look, a sudden sense of danger washed over him. Fang Zichen turned back to see two sturdy men approaching, closing in on him from the left and right.

Later, he pressed her onto the lounge chair, and a torrential downpour of kisses assaulted her crimson lips, her cheeks, and the areas below her neck.

Looking at the murderous glint in Dongfang Yunge's eyes, Fang Zichen dared not linger; he had no desire to relive the sting of the slap on his face.

Such ghostly methods left Bai Jiang and the others with a chill running down their spines. They believed that if that blade had been aimed at them, they would have been equally unable to dodge it.

Because the military training for the new students was to continue, people did not drink much, and the orientation banquet began to wind down before nine o'clock.

Yingyue really could not stand it any longer. She was furious to see her fans verbally abusing Sorimachi Chikaon until she was no longer human.

"Not bad." Fang Yining's graceful figure was right before his eyes; Lin Fan had no heart to think about work now.

Lin Yin's face darkened. Did this dead pervert think she couldn't tell he was intentionally insulting her?

"Go ahead, think it through clearly. This matter is the most important thing for you as the successor to the family head."

They were going to the Namib Desert to play. Because most of the region was desolate and remote with poor translation signals, they had left the contact number of the Great Celestial Empire's embassy in Namibia when applying for their visas.

Staring at the colorful light and sensing the rhythmic pulsing of the medicinal pill, Le Yun secretly stroked her chin, using her consciousness to move the furnace lid aside so the light could enter.

"Grandmaster! Don't worry, I won't lose!" Seeing Tian Xinyue filled with worry, Xiao Zitian smiled slightly. He was still quite satisfied with the Taiyi Sect, as they had never abandoned him all this time.

***

"Then... then I'll go pour you a cup of coffee!" Pei Jun did not try to persuade him further, though a fierce glint flashed through his eyes once more.

In the distance, Ye Guchen looked through his binoculars and recognized the face—it was Mo Feifan. Ye Guchen was stunned.

After walking for a while, Lan Lingling felt someone following her, but she did not care. She was a taekwondo expert; even if someone tried to rob her, she had ways to escape.

They were all descendants of the founding emperor, sharing direct blood ties with him. It could even be said that in the current state of affairs, if anything were to happen to His Majesty, it would not be their turn to intervene anyway.

It was a face so familiar it couldn't be more so; it was the first time Yanran had seen someone who could rival a celebrity.

Wan Zhongxing had not explained it in such detail. They only knew that the older siblings before them were gone, and they had naturally continued the sequence; they had never met and had no memory of them.

Seeing this, Zheng Yi was quite playful. He feinted a shot, drawing the Real Madrid players to jump and block, then immediately pulled the ball back and passed it to Gao Zhilin.

If Zhao Guyu were to cultivate him personally and talk about the past from time to time, Fang Yalin did not know what would happen.

Everything Wang Tian-tian wore and used was a luxury item. Her bag was placed carelessly without much thought; it was clear that her family was not short of money.