Chapter 101: Urging

When Xu Yang said this, the people around him were momentarily taken aback. Indeed, why would someone as young as Wang Jiaxing frequent the hospital for no reason? Seeing Wang Jiaxing’s awkward expression, they immediately felt that perhaps Xu Yang wasn’t making things up—maybe Wang Jiaxing truly was ill.

Sensing the gazes directed at him, Wang Jiaxing’s embarrassment deepened and his face flushed bright red...

“General, you must relocate at once. The Japanese have discovered that this is our headquarters and have already sent several waves of assassins after you!” Liu Hai said, handing over the letter.

“I was only trying to give you some advice out of goodwill. If you don’t appreciate it, fine, but do you have to resort to insults?” Liu Zi rolled her eyes and cast a look of distaste. Was there ever such a lecherous, shameless romantic? Always thinking of visiting brothels, flirting, and chasing after every vixen around.

I, too, was once furious—almost to the point of losing my senses—so some of the force I unleashed must have impacted you.

“It’s nothing, really! I just wanted to see what Auntie was cooking…” Wu Qingxi gave a perfunctory answer as he reluctantly backed out of the room.

The civil war among the demon clans had officially begun. Led by generals such as the Eight-Headed Serpent and the Celestial Hound, the New Faction and the Emperor’s Faction had completely torn apart. The entire demon realm was now consumed by internal conflict. Members of the New Faction were preparing to forcibly land on the island where the Demon Emperor resided, and battles had already erupted at sea.

Much less could be said of his previous life—he knew exactly what Summer Keqing’s intentions were when she stayed by his side.

“Our Qin family also operates a similar auction house, but…” Qin Lu hesitated, his words faltering.

Mo Qingchen and Xiao Beiyu couldn’t help but float up as well. In this pseudo-ultimate state, their senses were so acute that they could interfere with or control their surroundings to a certain extent. Defying gravity for flight was no difficult feat.

Both substitute dolls had been used up, and the abilities of the vengeful ghost were nearly exhausted. If the stalemate continued, he would surely die—there was no chance he could escape as he had before.

He hadn’t thought much of it at the time, not knowing what it was—was it a poem, or song lyrics? After glancing over it a few times, he simply set it aside.

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Hong Jinbao’s brows furrowed into a deep line—it was Inspector Yu from the last time, the one he’d called from the Discipline Committee. If even Yu said something serious was happening, then it certainly wasn’t a trivial matter.

Embarrassed, I watched as the monkey and the dog led the robot out. Inwardly, I cursed myself for being so on edge lately, unable to distinguish between the living and the dead. With a body and heart weighed down by exhaustion, I stepped outside.

“Really, I’m not lying to you.” Su Chenyang’s face was grave, and with a turn of his hand, five energy pearls of different colors began to swirl in his palm.

“Well…” I hesitated. The impact of the virtual flash was truly immense—my wind punches and kicks, empowered by it, were several times harder than steel. Although the Divine Star is eternal, what if I accidentally shattered it?

Earning vast amounts of spirit stones from the city was a reason Ling Feng could only half believe. In this world, spirit stones were indeed of utmost importance, and perhaps the Xu family’s intent in seizing the city was to amass them.

Xiang Mo stepped forward and even declared he would kill me. How laughable—he had never once defeated me.

“Don’t move. Wait for me,” Su Chenyang said, turning into the dense forest. Soon, he returned, placing some nameless herbs and a jug of fresh spring water before me.

“Your Highness, please remove your cloak and hand it to me. You can ascend from here,” Su Gu whispered softly.

“Whatever you wish to say, just speak. As long as Hongmen is able, we’ll make it happen,” Hong Wantong replied with a smile.

The experiences of his past life had made Wang Yan shrewd and suspicious. He doubted everything, good or bad; even a joke would make him suspicious, always jumping to the worst, even the most sinister, conclusions.