46 Demon Chaos

Looking at this man, watching him casually wipe the corner of his mouth before glancing out the window to ensure there were no suspicious persons around, he then sauntered leisurely over to me.

Yang Jian was also momentarily stunned. Previously, he would not have cared what Nie Sheng used to blackmail him, but things were different now. He feared that if his movements were even a fraction of a second too slow, Jin Ling would lose her life, which would ruin the grand plan.

"Hahaha, you are a true hero now, who says you are not a hero, who says it?" The fatty immediately straightened his face and shouted to the surroundings as if feigning anger.

Finally, the person they were waiting for appeared. Xinyan took out the photograph from his pocket and compared it, confirming it was indeed Boss Li. At that moment, he was on the phone, swaying unsteadily. It seemed he had consumed a significant amount of alcohol, gesticulating wildly while talking about something, and appearing rather angry.

Through several exchanges, they discovered that Wang Po had a scholarly approach to driving, with every word and phrase carrying the texture of the Dao.

Upon meeting Ye Yong's gaze this time, his body still involuntary trembled slightly, and a wave of chill instantly washed over his entire body.

Gazing at her charming expression, and her intense focus as she lowered her gaze to observe the Green Luan bird, the scar on her right cheek did not detract from her peerless beauty in the least. Instead, it inspired a sense of pity rather than shock.

Upon hearing these words, my lungs felt ready to burst and my gallbladder to burn. How on earth did I earn such a notorious reputation as a freeloader who eats and drinks without paying?

"Don't be nervous. Can you tell me why you did this?" Xinyan smiled again. There was no sign of blame toward Liang Tong; he spoke as if they were merely having a casual chat.

Strictly speaking, these entities could not be considered true demons. Real demons are ordinary beasts with spiritual awareness. Demons are just like humans; they cultivate the great Dao and can eventually transform into human form. As recorded in the Classic of Mountains and Seas, abnormal phenomena involving strange creatures are not auspicious omens. The ancients used this term to describe sprites transformed from flora and fauna.

She could not see; she could see nothing at all. All she saw was that Lu Yuan was injured, Lu Yuan was disabled, and his fragile spirit was in need of tender care.

He knocked on the door and, upon receiving permission, entered the room. Alex was sitting cross-legged on the bed, barefoot, wearing a shirt and trousers, with slightly disheveled hair.

As the golden armor dissipated, Jin Qinghan's true form was revealed to everyone. Across Jin Qinghan's chest lay a shocking and terrifying scratch.

This was a profound loneliness originating from the depths of the body and mind, a solitude that no one could understand. If Gong Qing were still alive, even if they were separated by tens of thousands of miles, the man would not feel such desolate loneliness in his heart.

"Who would have thought that the remaining two wind eyes would actually be the paths out of the bloody realm!" Lie Tian sighed with emotion.

Duo'er opened her computer and began to work. She left a little early that evening to go home and keep her son company.

"Liancheng, where have you gone? Why haven't you come to see me?" Xiao Susu's voice was laced with tears.

The demon child showed not the slightest fear. Above his celestial crown, a dark golden Buddhist light projected outward like a blooming peacock tail. From within it manifested a giant Buddha hand, stretching forth through the light and reaching out to grab the rusted blade with terrifying ferocity.

Just as the maidservants shrieked and swarmed forward all at once, pushing and pulling Zhao Jun amidst the chaos, a loud snore erupted from him.

Only then did Duo'er snap back to reality. She tried to push him away, but Feng Liancheng held her tight in an unyielding embrace. He snatched the tightly clenched receipt from her hand and glanced at it—Yin Tiantian was in the emergency room.

Every single sentence was a true portrayal of Feng Du's inner self, and every single word embodied Feng Du's intertwined love and hatred for Yun Hanlin. Now that the beloved was about to leave far away, these fragmentary words had become memories carved into the deepest recesses of his soul.

Just as the rat's body was about to slip past the stone-like corpse, a terrifying murderous intent surged forth once more. Frightened, the rat let out a squeak and took a sharp dive straight into the sewage, trying to escape back to its hole. A large hand struck out like lightning, plunging into the water with a splash.

In the event of any emergency, they must immediately report to the authorities, allowing the power of officialdom to avert the disaster. Chen Yi currently felt somewhat like the commander of the imperial guards, arranging the security details for Wu Zetian's outing!

Yet finding a husband for his younger sister was surely something that could be considered. Could it be that Helan Minzhi cherished his sister so deeply that he was unwilling to see her marry out? Or had they simply not found a suitable match?

After refining the innate primeval Qi of more than ten swallow-source holy beasts, Wu Zhen finally sensed that within the chaotic mists of his Purple Mansion Dao Palace, an innate vital energy—as if endowed with life—was finally born.

The matchmaker stepped forward, guiding the newlyweds to the outer courtyard to pay respects to their elders. After draping the bright red veil over her head, Huan Er was ready to depart.

The gaping maw of that swallow-source holy beast directly snapped shut the moment the bone-like radiance entered its mouth, plunging straight down into the Return-to-Origin Sea and vanishing from sight.

The news of my marriage with Qi Jingyao became known to all through Zhao Shiyu's arrangements. Over that week, I lost count of how many phone calls I received offering blessings and asking about the wedding date. Although extremely exhausted, I relished it tirelessly. Regardless of anything else, this was a joyous occasion, and I simply desired this very feeling.

Yes, traditional men. Although their methods differed, both Zhou Weihai and Zhou Weiji were traditional men at heart—proud of their honor, fiercely protective of their families, and convinced that they were the pillars of the household who should shoulder everything at home.

Walking into the main hall, Yan Chengfeng and Zhong Ping, who were inside, froze the moment they saw the two of them appear, looking as though they could hardly believe their eyes.

"Yes, he has already entered the house." Lin Yuhan had shed his previous playfulness, speaking respectfully as he helped Chu Tianxing take the purchased goods.

A mature aura lingered between his brows, and his thin lips were tightly pursed. A terrifying, murderous aura radiated from his entire body, causing people to instinctively steer clear of him. One could easily sense from his demeanor just how dissatisfied Chen Kaiyang was with his surroundings.

All of this was witnessed by Kaiyang. Noticing that she seemed somewhat unusual and possessing the social acuity to read expressions, he perceived her strangeness but dared not act rashly. Having no other choice, he inquired of Xiaole and the others, only then learning that Jiayou's aversion and disgust toward rainy days were what caused her to grow so quiet.

"Yuanbao, you should head down first. Your young master is going to the main hall, you don't need to follow!" Wu Chengxu interrupted Yuanbao's gossip in a deep voice. Disregarding whatever Yuanbao might think, he headed straight toward the main hall; today's events required an account to be settled, regardless of what the elders at home intended.

"Your Majesty flatters me too much." Ning Baolin lowered her head demurely, acting as if the Imperial Noble Consort had truly praised her thus.

Silently nodding, he didn't even bother to ask Xu Yang how he knew of A Zhu's existence, for at this moment, time was their common enemy.