Chapter 77: Courting Death
Hearing Zhang Wenhao's voice, Ye Chen's expression turned cold. He had been about to look for Zhang Wenhao himself, but unexpectedly, the man had come right to him! He replied into the phone in a frosty tone, "Wait there, I'll be down right away!" After hanging up, Ye Chen said to Qin Sisi, "Zhang Wenhao is here, he wants me to go downstairs immediately."
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If only she had been calmer before, and let matters between Sister Xue and Shang Yanxi play out on their own, perhaps the situation would be much better now.
"Aunt Zhu, actually I..." Just as Wei Xia was about to explain that she was already married, Aunt Zhu's voice sounded again.
Tai Lai felt miserable. If Aunt Deng had lashed out at him or struck him a few times, Guo Tailai might've felt a bit better. But her current attitude left him suspended in limbo, his heart hanging midair, tormented.
Guo Tailai had always been clear-minded about one thing: he was no film and television expert. Even if he bought Marvel, he might not be able to replicate its future glory. It was better to leave professional matters to professionals. There was no need to monopolize the profits—why not ride the wave and share in the bounty? Wasn’t that the wisest course?
These details were entirely unfamiliar in Su Ya’s memory. What intrigued her and her companions most was the meaning of the five great classes of the Holy Road.
She looked innocently into Murong Li’s beautiful eyes, yet she thought she caught a hint of amusement—and even malice—there.
On the armrest, there was a device resembling a remote control. In such a spacious hall, it was impossible to have people shouting out bids.
In the M Continent, unless one’s faction was stationed there or one was with an academy or a special tour group, no one dared drive beyond the borders at will.
The precarious Cheng and Xu families had not only stabilized but were now closely connected with M Continent, even showing signs of advancing further.
He continued, "A monster that can make a Seraph itself wary must possess Seraph-level strength. Monsters are indeed divided into ranks. At least two centuries ago, in my time, there was already a well-established hierarchy."
Director Zhang personally examined the recovered demon. Separated by iron bars, he conversed with the creature, while researchers beside him conducted tests, drew blood, analyzed samples, and recorded data. Everyone’s face shone with excitement.
Xu Zuoyan happened to look at Ye Kaicheng, and was momentarily dazzled by Ye Kaicheng’s unabashedly bright smile. Normally, Ye Kaicheng rarely smiled; when he did, it was only a faint curve, or else a calculating smirk. Never had Xu Zuoyan seen him so happy.
"Hahahaha, Seventeen, if you won't let me live, I won't let you live either." Fifty-three was about to self-destruct his Nascent Soul to take Dong Yun with him.
Victory was almost in sight, just a few meters away, when suddenly, disaster struck. In the heart of the Sword Pool, a pillar of raging flames erupted into the sky. The surging heat wave blasted the already exhausted Ao Tian and Bu Jingyun from the center, hurling them to the ground, where they coughed up blood uncontrollably.
Lin Yingcai’s face was struck by the breeze as if by a slap. His teeth flew out, his face was nearly ruined, and he dared not move for fear the gale would blow him away.
Hearing Lin Long say this, Zhang Zujian breathed a sigh of relief. If the villain was released, it meant the alliance leader still had a conscience. He was only afraid that Lin Long would practice evil arts and slaughter innocents, destroying the mighty Zixiao Alliance in the process.
Ye Feng laughed heartily, telling the four sisters—Mei, Lan, Zhu, and Ju—to wait at the door while he entered the secret chamber to study the diagrams.
"Lan Yue'er put on a show of sorrow." “Will you be satisfied if I promise?” Mo Mo relented helplessly, unable to bear seeing her grandmother wronged.
"He’s the son of one of my father’s friends," Ye Kaicheng replied simply, relaxing his clothes as he sat down beside Uncle Tai.