Chapter Forty-Eight: Demanding a Suitable Match?

This right is not just about design as others see on the surface. Zheng Weiwei had promised him that everything inside was his to handle as he pleased.

Just imagine, four floors—how many things, how much furniture, how many appliances were there, upstairs and down? Tao Zi’s two-story villa had already yielded over fifteen hundred devouring points for him; how much more would the Zheng family’s villa provide?

Thinking about it, Yan Xuan felt especially fortunate.

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Sure enough, as Qingzhu saw the people around her each staring at her as if watching a story unfold, her expression grew even more awkward, and she tried to withdraw the sword she’d raised in her hand.

But, having drunk too much water, her body had become sluggish. As she straightened her waist, a bolt of lightning struck down, hitting her squarely in the abdomen.

Xiao Fan succeeded with one strike. The man in purple, intent only on escaping, had no will to fight at all; otherwise, how could Xiao Fan have slapped him to the ground so easily? But now, he knew it was over. That slap had left his bones shattered and muscles torn, his inner organs ruptured, and more than half his strength lost.

Unsure of what kind of treatment a kiss would bring, Liu An felt a little guilty. He could only cough twice to steady himself.

After speaking, Qiu Yu lowered her head and sneaked a glance at Jing Chuan, who looked terribly embarrassed for reasons she couldn’t fathom.

Naturally, they had no idea that the “Threefold Seal of Immeasurability” Yu Yan cultivated was not some ancient mystical technique, but rather a method to channel the “Grand Unity Essence Gold,” one of the three supreme treasures of the Buddhist sect.

Meanwhile, the dragon-shaped flame grew larger as it flew, and by the time it reached the crowd, it had stretched from a mere foot in length to a full thirty feet.

The southern part of Shanyang County, being close to Peiguo in Yuzhou and other regions, had been seized by Liao Hua, who took advantage of Cao Cao’s preoccupation with the eastern campaigns to capture several neighboring counties.

“Hmph, I’ll let you off this time, but if you dare look at me like that again, don’t blame me for teaching you a lesson,” Song Xinyu threatened “fiercely.”

Such a level of lightness skill was enough to make someone like Liu An, whose combat power barely reached five, look up until his neck nearly broke.

“We’d better change our clothes and disguise ourselves as a group of outdoor enthusiasts. That way, if we run into anyone, we can easily fool them,” Chen Feiyu said, tugging at his clothes.

“Tong Lin, Tong Lin!” Chen Bozong, after happily hugging Wang Cailing, turned around and called out loudly to the outside.

To introduce oneself before a general—what an honor! Even his own regimental commander, Zheng Zhenhu, had never had such an opportunity.

At this moment, Zuo Feng was utterly shocked. He rubbed his ears, then his eyes, suspecting that he must have misheard, or that Zong Hanyu had said something wrong.

The air in the room instantly trembled with invisible ripples, and dust on the walls and ceiling suddenly began to fall.

He had learned that as long as he returned the Golden Cudgel to Sun Wukong and then defeated the God of War, Yu Jiang, he could return to his original world.

He glanced at Yin Luocheng. Though Yin had awakened new powers, he still lacked the ability to heal his sight.

Hearing this question, Su Yile narrowed her eyes and looked at Levi, saying nothing, curious to see what he would say next.

“Are they going to send us, like the star-beasts, into the domains of the immortal deities?” a cosmic-level expert suddenly shouted.

Completely bewildered, Ju Zhi couldn’t help but glance toward the door that Xuer had just closed, wondering if the girl had come out yet. Of course, she hadn’t—the door was still tightly shut.

As the group drew closer, their figures still unclear, a sudden whistle rang out, echoing through the sky.

Why had she never noticed before how captivating his every movement was? Her gaze followed him out the main door, then, through the large glass window downstairs, she caught sight of him again, watching until Ling Mofeng stooped and slipped into a silver Maybach, disappearing from view.