Chapter 50: Buying a House

All at once, countless tongues of flame erupted from the Blood Demon’s body, and within a heartbeat, he was utterly consumed by the blaze. The cigar fell straight from the master of the manor’s mouth, his face contorted with pain until it was nearly unrecognizable.

George might not have known what scheme Wei Yu was cooking up, but his heart immediately sounded the alarm. This Bagua formation, while capable of drawing dragon energy to aid his initiation into the Dao, was just as Laughing Maitreya had warned: filled with strangeness and shrouded in dark, sinister energy.

Onstage, He Shaoyuan’s heart was roiling at the conjectures whispered below. When his eyes met those of Tian Qing, his body stiffened in shock.

The human-faced spider, having been spat at by Jingjing, turned to glare at her, its expression growing even more menacing.

Beneath the surface of the pool, the infant’s hands thrashed desperately, eyes wide open, brimming with innocence.

“I have first-hand surveillance footage of today’s major incident at Lan Kwai Fong. It shows everything that happened before the police entered and after.” He was clever, careful to say only what was appropriate before he knew to whom he was speaking on the phone.

Such a thing was nearly impossible before. It meant that after last night, when Shen Nan shattered her frozen heart, it hadn’t been sealed away again even after the crisis was averted and the sinister Lolita regained her strength. Instead, evidence of Shen Nan’s presence lingered, indelible and forceful.

Yet by the next day, Zhuang Sisi had already adapted; at times, even in front of Situ Yaru and the others, she would secretly reach out to gently caress Chu Haoran’s body. This left Chu Haoran in an awkward position for days, several times nearly causing him to actually give in to Zhuang Sisi’s advances.

When the child’s parent saw they had gained nothing, they dragged their own child away, leaving Lin Jiaojiao to become acquainted with the group of older women who had spoken up for her.

As he spoke, Tang Xiao felt a little embarrassed—after all, the Snow Emperor was even more formidable than he was; most likely, it was the Snow Emperor who had saved him.

Zhuangzhuang grew anxious, shouting loudly before rushing forward and covering his face with slobbery kisses.

To have broken through to Heavenly Lord in a million years, and to rank among the very best of them—what kind of prodigy could achieve such a thing?

On Niu Zhizhi’s third day at work, Lei Rong invited Lin Jiaojiao to shop at the department store. Lin Jiaojiao took the opportunity to visit her there. Niu Zhizhi’s counter was easy to find: the second-floor shoe section.

The feeling was one of pride and satisfaction; no wonder her mother and Hu Meng, the matchmaker, were so fond of boasting about her.

The phone rang and rang, but the other party never answered. It disconnected automatically, and only then did Gao Ran give up trying to call them.

“While Zhao Zhao’s condition remains unstable, I hope you won’t shuttle the child back and forth. It’s not good for her!” Bracing herself, Ning Weiwei managed to say these words to Xu Bingxi.

Spinning once in her swivel chair, she held a wine glass in one hand and propped herself up with the other, long legs crossed, revealing a stretch of pale skin.

“Look, Stan is awake!” called an adventurer tasked with watching over Stan. Instantly, everyone crowded around, exchanging hurried words.

“I didn’t,” she insisted, refusing to admit that her targeting of Avril was born of jealousy. Avril had followed him for so long, while she herself had appeared out of nowhere. How could she compete? They weren’t even in the same league, yet her own overreaching had only led to a self-defeating mess.

Startled, Zhao Yimeng swiftly dodged to the side, but no matter how she moved, the cold blade of “Snowfall Frost” remained poised unerringly against her delicate throat.

The owner of the red Ferrari saw the car heading straight for him and jerked the wheel to the left. Both drivers did the same, and with a “bang,” the two cars collided.

Xi Zhiheng understood her intention perfectly. Without hesitation, he took the pill, not even frowning as he placed it in his mouth. Then, sitting cross-legged on the ground, he closed his eyes and began circulating his internal energy, urging the medicine to take effect.

Xie Wanting glanced at Zheng Linsheng—she could not be impolite, as he was a guest brought by her aunt. Smiling, she shook his hand, but she noticed his gaze was uncomfortably intense, and her attitude cooled considerably.

“A demon beast? Ha! Surely it’s a divine beast! The inheritance of the golden dragon can only be passed to a divine beast. Look at the powerful aura she radiates—she must be a divine beast!” At this, both Yang Jian and Meng Qian burst into laughter.

“Kill!” Yan Shisan’s face darkened, murderous intent surging to the heavens as he unleashed his full power. With a resonant clang, seventy-two divine swords descended, completing the Earth Fiend Formation and instantly trapping over a dozen charging hall masters.

Just as the front ranks of Potus’s army were about to reach Helthos, a sudden twist occurred: two strange creatures appeared in front of the skeleton warriors.

A thunderous roar split the sky as the six summoned beasts of Nether Shadow Skimmer materialized behind Fujino Sasaki, their blood-red eyes fixed on him. He dared not make a move, fearing that the slightest misstep would mean instant annihilation.

“This is your punishment, so you’re not allowed to use magic to erase the bite mark on your face, do you hear me?” Momo said, crawling atop him and rubbing herself against him to emphasize the point. So delighted was she that she completely failed to notice the ambiguous position she’d assumed, nor the peculiar expression that flickered across Ze’s face.