Chapter 45: Demon Turmoil

Hurriedly lowering his head and not daring to look again, cold sweat broke out in layers across his back. He clenched his fists so tightly, mustering all his strength, that he barely managed to resist turning and fleeing in panic.

Besides all this, she had another plan in mind, though she would have to wait until she returned to the capital to discuss it with Zhao Chuanli.

Gu Qixiao watched as Ruan Tingfeng’s face fell as she walked into the bedroom just a second ago, only to start humming a tune on her way to the bathroom the next second. He was dumbfounded.

At that moment, he was agonizing over money. He had dozens of subordinates under his command; just feeding them required a substantial amount of silver every single day, not to mention the need to replenish equipment worn out during military training.

They informed Inspector Shiratori that there were no signs of the valuables inside the deceased's bedroom having been stolen.

That was not all; she even taunted him for being old and threatened him, dragging out the family patriarch to scare him.

After Wei Yifeng and the other two departed, Xu Jing linked her arm through Ye Chen's, looking with a peculiar expression in the direction where they had vanished.

Principal Xu had been playing Tai Chi with her all along, claiming he still needed to consider the matter, yet who would have thought he would turn around and assign the job to Ruan Tingfeng?

The collapse at the educated youth point last time was the same; Wang Xiaoling had nearly been crushed inside while trying to save her.

Stepping out of the restaurant, the outside cold air suddenly assaulted them. Leng Haoxuan himself was relatively fine; he exercised regularly and his constitution was not sensitive to the cold, so he paid no heed to this bit of chill.

"Haha, now sight, sound, aroma, and taste are truly complete," Chiba laughed heartily. Suddenly, a screen of light materialized on his hand, illuminating the cave brightly.

Lin Sixian answered without hesitation, "Saving lives is paramount; I will wait for you here. Mocai, go along and see." For some reason, leaving Song Ruyuan to act entirely on her own always made him somewhat uneasy. Perhaps it was a lingering aftereffect from the night of the Lantern Festival. Moreover, they were currently in the capital, which was hardly as casual as the town of Yanghuai.

Their savage techniques were so terrifying that even the nearby Indis family could not help but feel terror-stricken, casting gazes of awe and reverence toward Yuan Ling.

Zhuang Feng had to survive, yet how could a surviving Zhuang Feng stay together with Caiwei? Or rather, would Zhuang Feng drag Caiwei into his own precarious and displaced state of existence?

The villa was becoming increasingly lively. Yet that was still not the end of it; early the next morning, Jin Yaru and Huang Ying dragged Su Nan out of Fuli's bed—Su Nan having successfully completed his physical and mental comfort of Fuli's younger sister just yesterday.

Some people might approach him deliberately because of his father's status, while others merely wanted a novel experience to see how a young noble from the capital differed from the beauties of Yangzhou. But even more people actually wanted to defile and shatter that immaculate purity of his.

After a long while without a response, he sensed something was amiss, stepped forward to lift the carriage curtain, but in the next instant retreated abruptly.

As that resolute tone faded, a fleeting afterimage flashed, and an elderly man with white hair suddenly appeared before him. One hand stroked the white beard hanging down his chest, and he was dressed in a sweeping black robe, with a necklace bearing a crescent moon pendant hanging across his chest.

"No," Hua Mian said with some depression. "Brother Ye initially didn't believe she would poison me and couldn't bear to deal with her harshly. This matter was actually done by Lingyue and Kang Muning." Complications involving emotional poison were also entangled within it, but she couldn't be bothered to bring it up again.

She admitted that concealing the truth stemmed from her inner partiality toward him, which left her constantly feeling a sense of guilt toward Su Mubai and Su's mother.

"Are you even human! You're still bargaining at a time like this!" Zou Fengya felt a tightness in her chest, nearly unable to catch her breath. Could it be that if she failed to accomplish these things, she wouldn't give her heart to Yinzheng?! Was there ever such a birth mother?

At the most crucial moment of the public announcement assembly, the Church's exorcists, warrior monks, and internal Paladin knights appeared, executing all the scholars in accordance with the Pope's command.

"I like the feeling of you being by my side. I feel it's very safe and warm. You treat me so well that I could never repay it in a lifetime."

If Xia Haooran were merely a carefree immortal living a solitary existence, that would be one thing. The problem was that out there on Earth, he still had family members, a lover, and numerous brothers and friends. Therefore, he certainly did not want to miss the opportune moment and end up stranded in this space to grow old and die in isolation.

Originally, Xia Haoran had wanted to go and lend a hand, as that could help foster their relationship, right? However, his efforts were rebuffed by Li Mengyao, leaving Xia Haoran to awkwardly touch his nose and sheepishly return to his original seat.

It was said that ever since Jinfeng ascended the throne, she would select ten young boys to enter the palace as male favorites at the beginning of every month. Yet those boys invariably vanished without a trace shortly after entering the palace, which was truly eerie.

Shang Mengqi looked like a curious baby as she stared at Qiu Shaoze. Who on earth was this guy calling to be speaking with such solemnity?

Mao Yong was stunned for a moment, then casually unzipped the handbag, his body instantly freezing stiff. Inside the bag were ten neat stacks of RMB, each stack consisting of ten thousand yuan, totaling one hundred thousand yuan.

With these two orders given, those who had not witnessed the scene grew even more curious about what on earth was happening inside.

Hearing footsteps approach, the Yaksha raised its drooping head. Catching sight of Lü Yan’s leisurely and carefree demeanor, a ferocious light flared brightly in its eyes as it stared unblinkingly at Lü Yan. Its grotesque and hideous giant face was unimaginably terrifying.

Moments later, the carriage stopped at the palace gates. The curtain was lifted, and the man stepped out nonchalantly.

Among vodkas infused with added flavors and herbal extracts, the most popular was undoubtedly bison grass vodka, commonly known as bison grass liquor, which was crafted from select refined spirits.

It was very late by the time Yin Jiuxiang finished her meal amidst the heavy gossiping within the Yin family, after which she departed alongside Chongyang.

That terrifying finger strike seemed as though it would bury through thousands of ancient epochs, cleaving the vast torrent of history right down the middle! Its momentum was truly terrifying! Faced with this single finger, the Creation Immortal King and others each felt the chill of death.

Therefore, just after the New Year, Yuanfang Video and Yuanfang Comics took the lead in accepting investments, and consequently, countless letters of introduction fluttered in like snowflakes.

Once he was settled, Tang Haoquan headed out. He had matters to discuss with Tang Haokun and his brother, who remained in Tangwei Village.