Chapter 66

Pei Xuan secretly gave Chang Hao a thumbs-up without speaking, his eyes brimming with amusement.

However, the only thing that gave Niu a headache was that the world was growing increasingly chaotic, and he wondered how much longer he could remain carefree relying solely on the prestige of his ancestors.

"If it really comes to that and the Emperor wants to behead you, I will do my best to plead for you to keep your corpse intact," Wen Xuan said.

The hidden guard did not dare to think further, unsure of what to do. He could only hurry back to report to the Marquis before any irreversible mistake was made, leaving the decision to him.

Otherwise, whenever he found someone displeasing to the eye, he would subject them to a severe beating, acting precisely like a living prodigal son, secure in the knowledge that because of his prominent status as his father's only son, the family estate could only be inherited by him.

Jiang Chengyu was not saddened by this; she had long since seen through the fickleness of human relationships within this family and cared nothing for these matters.

Ma Shang had a hard time finding a place to repair his bicycle, and by the time it was fixed, dusk had already fallen.

The true mastermind was likely hiding somewhere watching the show, while the chief bailiff before them was merely their lackey.

When the moon rose high into the sky, Jiang Zhou suddenly remembered that Xu Qing had arranged a fight with someone and told him to wait at the temple.

The Snow Monster clan was far too honest; the exact number of Five-Color Snow Lotuses they cultivated every few years was completely controlled by Lord Rabbit.

Moreover, Old Ma had actually managed to hold back and not come. For this "Master Controller," that was no easy feat. It was probably arranged by several bigwigs; although Old Ma was an overbearing and peerless figure, it was still hard for him to defy the wishes of these people, especially President Liu.

Ding Yi underwent a miraculous transformation, becoming the wealthiest person in the ancient city. From the mayor down to the various district committee members, everyone treated him as an honored guest, wielding a level of authority far beyond the reach of someone like a local police station chief.

Yet at this moment, the child suddenly turned his head sideways and bit down firmly onto Unohana's chest.

Recently, the relationship between the two had been abysmal, leading to numerous brawls. Unfortunately, the coach was all talk and lacked his physical stamina, usually ending up on the losing side.

Never had he imagined that his identity would be so terrifying; figures like Ancient Emperors and Great Emperors were simply not worth mentioning alongside him. Even he himself had never foreseen that a single thought back then would yield such massive returns.

Yet these were facts that you yourself did not understand, but which nevertheless had to be handled properly at a time like this, were they not?

However, just as the three of them finished hurriedly ransacking the entire Snake Bird Cliff, packing up all the bird eggs and fledgling beasts inside, a series of strange, roaring sounds akin to a tsunami suddenly echoed from the distant horizon.

"Also, my belongings should be in here, right?" Although he had no idea what might be left, he had lived at Leng Ruobing's house for over a year, so there should be some everyday items. Leng Ruobing's home must have been searched, and those items would have been collected as evidence.

"What is happening now? Could it be waking up?" After watching a "movie" more realistic than any 3D film, Long Xuan saw Thirteen quietly slip away just as the invitation letter before him gradually blurred, prompting him to mutter in confusion.

A chilling voice echoed across the entire continent, and an aura slightly weaker than that of Dugu Baitian rose from the land before stepping directly into the starry sky.

On the phone screen facing the ceiling, several photos were displayed sequentially: Meng Chaoge entering the hotel, Song Yan leaning against the wall beside the room, the two talking face-to-face, and finally Meng Chaoge being pinned against the wall by Song Yan. The angle captured in the photos was extremely subtle, making it look as though Song Yan was cornering Meng Chaoge for a *kabedon* and kissing her directly.

Klein felt as though a bucket of ice water had been suddenly poured over his head, causing him to instantly lose control of his body. In that split second, he had already anticipated his fate: his neck bone would snap, resulting in death.

He glanced at Bernadette; she still had her eyes closed, her eyebrows tightly knit in pain, with fine beads of sweat faintly seeping from her forehead.

"Senior Sister Lu, just tell us! Everyone present knows the drawbacks of the Executioner Sword," Wang Jun said.

If one chose a military general here, they would receive a complimentary basic martial arts manual. As for what kind of martial art it would be, that depended entirely on the chosen weapon.

The youth had told her that if she wanted to commit suicide, she should experience it once—that by dying once, what awaited her would be a new birth.

Guan Xiyue's spiritual energy and lifespan were instantly extracted by the puppet threads and channeled one-third into the body of Third Aunt.

Su Li felt the man's pace visibly slow down and the corners of her lips hooked upward slightly; this person wasn't as cold as she had imagined.

Feeling somewhat hungry and noticing the pastries placed on the table, she casually picked up two and ate them.

Klein could not help revealing a faint smile. He placed the page he had just finished reading at the back, raised his hand slightly, and sank his head and neck deeper into the sofa.

"Lord Matt, this is Felix. He has brought you big trouble," the nearby Gula suddenly interjected, stepping aside to let Felix step forward.

The tavern's interior was exceedingly crude, furnished with only a few dilapidated, low tables and chairs, alongside a rustic, middle-aged Tibetan man. Seeing that customers had finally arrived, the Tibetan man hurried forward to greet them, only to launch into a flurry of incomprehensible gibberish. Neither of them could understand a single word he was saying.

"Now this is our affair! I'd love to see whether you save the mortal realm or we trample it flat!" the Demon Emperor laughed arrogantly.

Meanwhile, Yang Fan still wore a smile on his face! Yet seeing this smile sent an even deeper terror coursing through Su Meng's heart.

Perhaps Wen Xu's gaze was simply too intense, causing Shen Ling'er's face to flush red once again as she buried her head, not daring to look up and meet his eyes.

When Dongfang Yaoqing emerged, she was wearing a very thin negligee, though she had a black undergarment underneath—a black piece that was both alluring and mysterious.

"Sit!" Lu Haiwen sat on the sofa and made a gesture inviting Wen Xu to sit, exuding the natural aura of one in a position of authority.