Chapter 137: A Change of Heart

Boom!

When the three members of the Qin family learned that the woman beside Lu Fei was Zhou Bingshuang, they were struck dumb with astonishment.

Zhou Bingshuang gave a cold snort and walked up to Qin Qian'an. “Listen carefully. There is only one man in this world who is allowed to have me—and that is him.”

Qin Qian'an followed the direction of Zhou Bingshuang's finger and saw Lu Fei. His hands and feet turned ice-cold, and sweat poured down his entire body. That Lu Fei was such a fool...

Some of Xia Xi's haters seized the opportunity to launch another wave of attacks against her. Who was Ye the Insulter, anyway? If he had given Xia Xi a negative recommendation, she must have done something disgusting. In other words, Xia Xi's character was suspect.

The instant he touched her extremely sensitive spot, Su Mianmian woke up completely. Using the last bit of strength she had left, she bit down hard on his lips.

Although Jiang Yuan had no idea when the Underworld Clan's fate—something akin to a curse—would finally come to an end, surely there was nothing wrong with showing concern for one of his former students, was there?

Go and destroy someone else's marriage? And not just anyone's—it was Yin Nancheng and Lu Yinyin's. What on earth was this man thinking?

Jun Chenyu was unwilling to accept it. He still refused to let go! After waiting for so many years, they were now unable to be together because of some obstacle imposed by Heaven's law. He did not even have the right to take another half-step toward her! Could Heaven truly be this cruel? Could it really treat two people destined for each other this way?

“Let's go see what they're up to. I bet they've found something fun to do!” Liang Zhijie said.

Only then did Lu Wang realize that things might not be as simple as he had imagined. He opened the bag in his hand and looked inside. There was not a single magic crystal within it—only heavy, worthless stones.

The receptionist had thought she had won five million. She had worked there for so long without ever seeing Yi Yunsheng in person, and now, unexpectedly, she had been summoned.

On the third day, the moment the competition finally began arrived. Ji slowly opened his eyes. A sharp glint flashed within them, while purple energy gathered deep inside. He had already adjusted himself to his peak condition.

The moment this milky-white energy entered his body, Gu Xiaoran felt an indescribably comfortable sensation, as though he had broken through a bottleneck. The strength and magic throughout his body flowed together perfectly, like being placed inside a greenhouse. It even gave him the thought that resting for a little while would not be a bad idea.

Because the demon's current condition looked far too much like a mummy's, Xiao Nuo had no choice but to try this method once more.

But none of that mattered. Li Mo hurriedly contacted Kim Young-min and asked him to settle the news. Otherwise, those entertainment reporters had no idea what they might write. Ideally, they needed to come up with an explanation.

He did not want to spend every day lying in bed recovering his mental energy. Apart from making Wang Leyan and Fatty Gu worry, it would also cause his martial skills to deteriorate—a poor bargain all around.

The so-called flowing-water seafood restaurant kept all its seafood in enormous glass tanks. Diners chose the creatures themselves, picked whichever looked strongest, had it weighed on the spot, and then watched as it was slaughtered and cooked.

Furthermore, just as Naruto was willing to expend a tremendous amount of chakra to create more than thirty shadow clones and launch the first attack, Sasuke—who had received the same order from Xiao Nuo—had already begun forming hand seals. Clearly, he intended to use the Uchiha clan's signature fire-style ninjutsu, Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique, to melt the ice mirrors trapping them in the surrounding area.

Zhou Jian knew perfectly well that whenever he wanted something to happen between himself and Li, Li would never refuse. Yet he did not want to do it that way.

Having analyzed matters up to this point, Xiao Nuo narrowed his eyes slightly. He then took a blood-red blade from his storage space—the Blade of Slaughter.

Behind Lord Changsheng and Lord Tuyu, the underworld officials who had come to pay their respects after the Divine Descent at Qichi had already dispersed. An assistant official of the Spirit-Slaying Path walked toward him and bowed deeply from afar.

After swallowing, he continued reading. A few lines later, the expression on his face suddenly became extremely peculiar.