Chapter 45: The Summoning Order

The woman was the most beautiful in the Soul Palace, named Ouyang Zi, a concubine-born daughter of the Ouyang family in the imperial capital. She was the dream of every member of the Soul Palace; Zhu Changqing was notorious for his lust, yet had never laid a hand on her. Initially, Zhu Changqing intended to present her to the master of the Yanluo Hall in Jiangbei. Now, offering her to Lu Fei was truly a sign of sincerity. However, Lu Fei did not spare her a glance and uttered just a single word, “…”

The alarm clock robot was overjoyed; with these star coins, it could finally get some repairs, maintain its parts, and extend its lifespan by several months before being scrapped. The thug had a rather loud voice, and his shout drew nearly everyone’s attention; in no time, a crowd had gathered. The crazy one turned to fetch the wine. Yu Jia, after all, had delivered more than a hundred jars of it to the emperor in a single offering.

Zhan Yan circled the area once more, but saw no sign of another rat demon. He glanced at the streaming comments, and his face immediately darkened. “The upper echelons of Huaxia have rescinded the order to hunt your spirit beast and have issued a formal apology to you!” Dong Lai continued.

“Mrs. Gu, it’s been a long time,” Zhou Yunxi said obediently. Her tone no longer held the timidity from before; instead, it carried a hint of distance and authority. Zhou Yunxi straightened her back, gazed at her coldly, and the corners of her mouth lifted in a faint arc. This sudden transformation took Mrs. Gu by surprise.

“Yes, let’s look somewhere else. If we like it, we can just buy one when we get back,” Wang Cong called out as he strode outside, determined not to lose face.

From Gu Guanlin, it was learned that the old blind man had caught a Red Guard at the entrance of Gu Family Village. Thankfully, they had searched him in time and prevented him from delivering anything to others.

“Since I’ve come all this way, I might as well take a look at the young lord, so the old prince won’t worry,” Feng Qingyu spoke at just the right moment. Duan Mingyu’s increasingly peculiar reactions only made her more curious about his true illness.

Jiang Zilin observed Lu Qianqian’s expression. After the incident at Xinggang Hospital, she had called Lu Qianqian, but had noticed nothing out of the ordinary.

“It’s better for the two of us to stay together; at least we can keep warm,” Mu Jinchen said, yanking the quilt over. The two tugged back and forth, but in the end, Xu Liuyin couldn’t win against Mu Jinchen. The man took advantage of the moment to slip under the covers, his foot brushing against Xu Liuyin’s leg.

Mu Chengjun pushed Ling Shiyin out, while Fu Liuyin followed closely beside Mu Jinchen. It was also Fu Liuyin’s first time seeing the venue where the Mu family held their banquet.

The butler returned to his room and relayed Xu Qingshen’s exact words to Jiang Dongting. He didn’t take it to heart at all, nor did he believe Xu Qingshen could stir up much trouble.

Then, he stepped forward and thrust the massive Star-Slaying Divine Sword heavily into the ground.

Qi Jiuming immediately shook his head. Go and call them himself? What a joke! He wasn’t so reckless. Even if he did have nine lives, it wasn’t worth losing one just to knock on a door, was it? Besides, after losing one life, he’d be down to eight—wouldn’t he have to change his name to Qi Baming? That would sound truly awful.

The Sea Serpent gang could control everyone on the ship, both passengers and crew, not only because of their firepower and numbers, but more importantly, because passengers weren’t allowed to bring weapons on board. As a result, none of the bodyguards on the ship could be of any use.

At that very moment, within the bloody mist, Mo Tian let out a shrill scream and transformed into a streak of light, fleeing rapidly from the manor.

Ruier wailed at the top of his lungs, causing Ling’s mother to frown. Ling Shiyin followed her gaze; the child tried crawling a few times but couldn’t get up. With a sigh, she walked over and helped him to his feet.

It looked… just like an ordinary iron dagger, far less impressive than Liu Junjie’s, which gleamed silvery white with a cold luster.

In fact, she hadn’t wanted to use this to play ball, but she had no ordinary recording stones—she had no choice but to use this one.