Chapter 102: No One Will Be Spared

He let out a cold snort. “Did Qu Jing come looking for you?”

“She already left,” Lin Lu said quietly.

Lu Xu suddenly seized Lin Lu by the arm and said in a low, angry voice, “She came to see you. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Tell you, so you could come and catch her...”

He suddenly realized that this kind of carefree life was not so bad after all. At the very least... now he was living for himself.

Not to mention how, back then, when Luo Yuqing invited Zuo An to dinner, they had even run into the two of them sneaking around.

Hua Yi held a flag and led the group along the edge of the oasis, explaining as they walked, and the attendees listened with great interest.

“No, we can just buy some breakfast ourselves. There’s no need to trouble you!” To Luo Yuqing, after all, she had only met this possible elder sister last night for the first time. She was not the kind to act familiar, so she instinctively refused.

“All right, then let’s go. I’ve made up my mind—I’m not avoiding our mom anymore!” Xia Junnan also felt that he had been forced into a corner, so he might as well go.

Huang Hai’s expression changed wildly, as though an overturned dye vat had spilled every color across his face. Pain and fury, plainly visible, crept over every muscle in his features.

Looking at this bizarre chat log, Ye Mian really could not hold it in anymore. A smile spilled from her crescent-shaped eyes.

Zhang Yaoyao, furious to the point of blacking out, was also short-circuiting mentally. She had not realized she had made such a basic mistake. Black-and-red was still red, and having antis online could actually increase the heat.

“Do you think Nalan Ling'er was killed on Ziyang Mountain?” Pei Jiabai suddenly changed the subject.

Still, for such a rare and wondrous medicine, obtaining even one pill would be as hard as reaching the heavens. How had the Nalan family managed to get three all at once?

Only, these good days seemed to be coming to an end. After three straight years of losses, the boss finally could not hold on and sold the company. The new company had promised the old employees an interview opportunity, but Shen Shuangyi could not shake the feeling of unease.

Zhou Zheng guessed that the girl at the front desk must have only recently entered society, or she would not have shown such a complete lack of wariness toward a stranger.

At this moment, Li Haoran, inside the room, had no idea that someone had already taken an interest in him. He was still talking with Dugu Yunrou in the house about his feelings.

After Tianwang and Wangchuan and the others left the Immortal Ascension Platform, they too went down in this way. Not only was it humiliating, but they were still being chased and beaten, and in the end their families’ old monsters would have to clean up the mess. If word got out, they would certainly become the butt of ridicule.

Li Haoran sighed. Whether among immortals or mortals, who could truly have things go exactly as they pleased? Under heaven, who was there like him, so unrestrained? It was all nothing more than a mirage on the water, a fleeting joy. In the end, when faced with reality, there would be suffering.

The latter was now clutching his arms and legs with little strength, hanging on almost limply, so he could only use one hand to paddle. Being able to stay in place without swallowing water was already quite good.

Back then, he had been in a fit of rage, so Mifeng did not dare discard those contracts from the private kilns as instructed, fearing he might still need them.

Just after he finished writing all this, he paused in thought, looking at his own house and then at the bottle he was holding.

After discussing the differences in architectural style, many experts continued to analyze other pieces of information one after another.

Separated for many years, the brother and sister were now no longer the youthful, immature figures preserved in each other’s memories.

“That works. Anyway, make sure you handle it well for me!” Wang Zi said, and at that moment he even sounded like an elder brother.

Endless, inexhaustible power flowed and turned. Without a battle sword or divine chart, Zhang Liang relied entirely on his formidable strength to force open the gates of that palace.

The Golden Dragon King gave a low cry, silently watching the direction in which Zhang Liang had vanished. Though it now followed Xiao Chen, in truth Zhang Liang was its master.

“Bastard—you dare say this is a shabby hillside!” Huang Sanpang leaped to his feet and swung a fist straight at Huang Dazhuang’s nose.