Chapter 100: Trash

"Are you Xu Yang?"
Over there, Shen Tianhua had just finished his outburst when a young man sitting at the same table as Xu Yang suddenly spoke up.
"Yes, that's right."
The question was pointless; Xu Yang didn't even lift his head, responding calmly.
"Let’s get acquainted..."
"Indeed, this is Senior Sister's strength—Sky-Breaking Sword Technique, or rather, the power of the Divine Heaven Sect. What she used is the Sky-Breaking Sword Technique from the Divine Heaven Sect's Heavenly Cauldron," Min Ciyan explained.
"Who’s the scoundrel bold enough to commit robbery right under my nose?" A cold snort sounded, followed by a dazzling streak of light sweeping over. Ling Tianlai dodged, then grabbed the light with one hand and forcefully tugged it downward.
"We understand. Although we don't know how strong he’s become, we will pledge our lives to protect our master," the Six Heavenly Thunders conveyed telepathically.
"Wait!" A voice rang out, causing the taut nerves of everyone present to pull even tighter.
As Lin Ying was speaking, Zhu Qiaoling watched him with a smile, not paying attention to his words at all. Instead, Jian Zhu beside her listened intently, pondering his words seriously.
"What has you all so excited? Did you defeat the Demon Sect?" Shui Ruoqing entered the hall and spoke.
"Is there still room for me on the sofa?" Zhong Boqing said sarcastically, making Bai Xiang's face flush instantly.
This made the anger on Geng Xueqin's face turn into a cold smile; she didn’t believe that Chen Han could resist with handcuffs on.
Yu Zhuo heard this and his heart tightened; he turned to look at Zhong Yunshuo and saw that the lively man had suddenly wilted, his eyes fixed and vacant, as if he had become dazed.
The amnesiac Bao Si was no longer the Bao Si who played with lords by the beacon fires; her life would start anew from the Southern Song Dynasty... Now, she was merely a maid bought by the Li family’s high official.
"If you were willing to sell your body, would I have waited until now?" Prince Yong sighed deeply.
"I’m fine with anything, just like you." She had no particular liking for sweets, only no dislike.
The man looked at the empty space ahead, still somewhat depressed and with a trace of nostalgia as he gently touched the corner of his lips; he would follow her always.
"Can you really handle being an assistant? I’ll take you to the cosmetics company and the pharmaceutical firm." After speaking, Xia Yun moved like an iceberg out of the office.
"Go back and tell Lady Fengqi: the person cannot leave with you, the invitation will be sent later. Tomorrow, if someone brings an invitation, you may come to collect the person. If you refuse, then remove Zhuo Xi’s invitation from the flowering tree!" Master Hong An was clearly displeased.
Later, Yan Qi sent him a photo: he was wearing a thick cotton coat, posing stiffly with a penguin, flashing an awkward “victory” gesture.
He Shan remembered Hong Erqi somewhat; he was honest, diligent, and trained hard.
Shide nodded, unceremoniously flipping onto Lan Ling’s horse and slowly following Prince Yong’s carriage.
"As long as you’re alright. Xia Lin, you must never say such things again," Zhou Ziyan said loudly, tugging Xia Lin’s ear.
"Many people have entered the Purple Gold Cavern over the years, haven’t they? Even if there’s treasure inside, surely there’s little left. Why are so many still registering?" Qin Moyu reached the registration point for the core area, gazed at the long queue stretching far away, and couldn’t help but transmit his question to Ye Yuan.
It’s said that every creature has its nemesis. The Soul-Eater Ghost Clan absorbs the souls of other beings, but the Sunblade directly attacks their souls, with immediate effect.
Old Han was about to speak; seeing everyone enter, he hurried over and asked, "What on earth is happening?" Though he appeared calm, his anxious tone betrayed him.