Chapter 163: The Good-for-Nothing Man

Jing Xuanwei assumed that the mastermind behind the scenes must be incredibly brilliant, possessing a grand scheme that manipulated all underground forces and even the imperial court. Furthermore, it was that same individual who had single-handedly crushed the Divine Emperor Hall at the height of its power.

Lu Fei chuckled, "Perhaps the truth is not as complex as you imagine. But if such a person truly exists, he simply possesses certain abilities that transcend those of ordinary men."

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"Go to Sheng'an City only to observe what is happening there. Do not disturb Young Master Tang, and there is no need to assist him with anything," Lun Qing instructed.

It was not out of affectation; there was simply a knot in her heart. Now, because of that terrifying image caused by Shirley, she seemed to have remembered those matters once again.

After leaving that place, she went to a jade workshop to study jade carving, not returning to the Prince's Mansion until late in the evening.

Before she could finish her thought, her hand was seized. Gu Qiao turned her head in a hurry, only to collide with Lu Qiuchen's gaze.

Based on Lu Han's account and research in ancient records, the Sea Demon created a map—a topographical map of the Underworld Lake and the Underworld Island, as well as the route leading to the Underworld Lake.

As the young man spoke, he deliberately enunciated the phrase "guaranteed to satisfy you" with a repulsive tone, even arching his eyebrows at Liu Yi.

Wang Lei was drenched in sweat; the perspiration on his forehead gradually gathered together, forming dense beads that coalesced into a drop the size of a soybean. Unable to cling to his skin, the heavy bead slid down.

If this recording were to be released, Ye Qing would undoubtedly be accused once again of keeping Shi Yu as a mistress, and it would surely jeopardize Shi Yu's future.

Upon hearing his roar, Ye Qing’s voice stopped abruptly. She raised her eyes to look at him, the corners of her mouth curling slightly, her head tilted in a display of feigned innocence.

Jin Chengzhang looked at Chengmin, who had spoken, and nodded. Naturally, there are benefits to occupying such a coveted position, but one must also be prepared to shoulder the risks.

As for whether the color will change over time, that cannot be verified today, but we can always let time be the judge.

"You...!" Hearing Tiemu Yun say this, she looked up, her eyes flickering. Tears still clung to the corners of her eyes, making her appear touchingly vulnerable. She stared at Tiemu Yun in silence for a moment before wiping her tears away.

As he always did, after fifteen minutes of jogging, Pei Donglai suddenly increased his speed, sprinting like a whirlwind, his figure flickering and elusive.

Huang Shan, deeply concerned for the safety of his clansmen, pressed for details about the relocation. Huang Hai had no choice but to recount everything in detail: when their village departed, what calamities they encountered on the road, who had been killed, who had succumbed to illness, who had survived, and finally, how they were settled in the valley and their current situation.

Before long, the young man awoke. Seeing Li Yu watching him, he gave a bashful smile, hurriedly rose to pack away the grass mats, and assisted Li Yu with his needs. He helped Li Yu sit up on the bed, dampened a towel with water, and brought it for Li Yu to wash his face. After freshening up himself, he heated the leftover boiled meat from the day before, and the two ate together.

Zhao Jing pressed her head tightly against Chu Feng's. "Brother Chu Feng, I will bring you out safely. Don't worry, nothing will happen!" Zhao Jing comforted him. She thought Chu Feng had fainted, never expecting that he could hear every word clearly. Tears of gratitude spilled from Chu Feng's eyes.

The Heaven-Slaughter Demon Ancestor cast a glance at Huang Shan, who had repeatedly thwarted their plans, and communicated via telepathy to the other two Demon Ancestors. There was no longer enough time or opportunity to kill Luo Ping, so they could only shift their strategy and transport him to the Demon Realm.

The next day, Tiemu Yun was awakened by a slight tremor. He quickly sat upright, wondering what was happening—could it be an earthquake? As he puzzled over it, the trembling ceased.

There were two intruders. To Xie Muyun, they looked absolutely repulsive; their bodies were roughly twice the size of his own, completely naked, and most notably, their skin was a sickly gray, covered in bulging, knobby growths.