Chapter 166: I'll Give You Someone Else's Trail

Immortal Demon God You may also call me Little Wang. 1364 words 2026-03-30 05:42:19

That person indeed looked at him somewhat differently at this moment. After all, Zhao Yunjiao had anticipated from the very beginning just how much trouble he was getting into. Yet, matters having reached this stage, all that could be done was to realize that the demands he initially thought existed between himself and others were entirely different from the reality he now faced.

"So, at this juncture, you would rather betray someone else's whereabouts to me than perish yourself. If I should require your assistance with other matters in the future, will you aid me as well?"

The entity gazed at Zhao with an amused expression, resembling a cat toying with its prey.

Having practiced someone else's martial arts in secret, not only was he recognized, but he also had to rely on that very person's assistance to achieve a major breakthrough—this was the real reason for his flushed face.

Ye Chen tested the door of the second floor, finding that he could push it open only a crack, leaving him unable to enter and forced to peer at the interior arrangement through the gap.

Lin Baimei wanted to leave as well, but she truly lacked even the slightest bit of strength left, sinking down onto the ground. Thus began a bizarre standoff, which lasted until the police rushed to the scene.

Covering the spot where Yue Yuanbai had kissed her with one hand, Ning Zhongze gazed dreamily at Yue Yuanbai's departing figure. Her eyes were filled with profound affection and a hint of admiration, yet tinged with anxiety over the widening gap between herself and her senior brother.

Naturally, some oblivious fool spoke up, suggesting that the loud commotion heard yesterday must have been the sound of Wang Zimo's men dragging timber. Such remarks inevitably drew the attention of the Vanguard Guard.

Having yet to fully master his discipline, Wang Zimo steadied his breathing and expelled a foul breath. With his spiritual essence injured, he sat down unsteadily, every movement fraught with difficulty.

After putting on his clothes and having his illicit gains confiscated, Zheng Jiaxian was bewilderedly dragged off to the police station and locked up for an entire night.

Lin Baimei was particularly fond of tormenting others, especially when the stubborn man was deep in thought. If Wang Zimo ignored her to focus on something else, she would feel lonely.

Lin Baiyao hurried toward the Returning Dream Residence. The investigation results were out: Yang Wei was indeed not a member of the Moon Child Sect.

Xin Yu was sitting comfortably on the sofa playing with her phone when she glanced up and saw Mo Yuhan sitting on the sofa next to hers, looking somewhat surprised.

His voice was not loud, but it carried boundless rage. At that very moment, he truly resembled an imperial commissioner and a peaceful marquis of the Daxing Dynasty, his overwhelming aura forcing Wang Hu to drop to his knees instantly.

"Blood Seal!" Without the slightest hesitation, he flicked a drop of fresh blood, attempting to directly refine the Fire Kirin Jade through blood-recognition.

"It's not entirely out of the question, but it requires my master's consent." Having said this, Lu Xueqi was too shy to even raise her head. For the first time, she felt she could entrust herself to a man—though this man still harbored many secrets unknown to her, she knew that the man before her was willing to lay down his life for her.

Little did they know, this was not invented by Liu Heng at all, but purchased by him from the Fire Phoenix world.

Just as Xia Hai stepped out of his office, he saw Li Zhiqiang standing at the door, looking as though he had been eavesdropping just moments before.

At these words, the gaze of that "monster" instantly softened, and taking a few strides forward, he pulled Jian Yang into his embrace.

Hearing Xu Xuan put it this way, the people in the courtyard nodded successively. Having watched Xu Xuan diagnose and treat patients over the past few days, they knew that Baohetang's expenses were enormous, yet they never imagined it had cost as much as five hundred liang. Their gazes toward Xu Xuan grew even more filled with reverence.

The last remnants of winter twilight had faded away, leaving only the chilling grip of the descending night. Lei Yue's lips were pale, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans dotted her brow, clearly indicating her severe injuries. Gritting her pearls in fierce resentment, she felt a wave of unspeakable humiliation and fury surge into her heart.

Without another word, Tian Ling'er turned and bolted. Her relationship with Qi Hao was not yet deep enough, and evidently, she did not know how to respond to this question, leaving her with no choice but to flee.

Next came one after another, spanning various professions, yet none of their fees were less than one million.