Chapter 104: The Strange Man

The number of spirit beasts kept increasing, and their eyes had long since turned red, which made him somewhat uneasy. Zhou Chen wanted to join the fight against them, but he felt powerless and could only watch from the sidelines. At that moment, a strange man appeared before them. Ye Yuer immediately sensed that this man was far more formidable than she had imagined.

“Did you see that human just now? He’s very likely the cause of these spirit beasts going mad. It’s best to find him. Once he’s found, all these problems can be resolved. If fate allows, finding her won’t be so simple. The man’s speed is incredibly fast,” the stranger said.

Ye Yuer instantly recognized his fatal strength: speed.

Under the dim candlelight, Liu Qingyan’s shoulders were rounded, her skin as smooth as if soaked in nourishing lotion. He kissed her with complete devotion, leaving one pink mark after another.

“Thank you, Dr. Smith.” In truth, her reason for coming to England wasn’t just to study; it was also for her ears. There was a hospital here well-known for treating deafness, and Duan Chen had specially arranged for her to be admitted.

Qu Sen had no memory at all of what happened after the May 1st banquet held by the 81st Regiment that night, including his return to the guesthouse.

“This cauldron was won at the cost of your life; we don’t want it.” Mu Yun made the decision outright, and the others did not object. Although the cauldron was extremely valuable—a top-tier spiritual artifact—just as Mu Yun said, it had been bought with Mo Yun’s life. What right did they have to claim it?

Her hair was streaked with gray, gathered simply at the back of her head. Her face was peaceful and serene but somewhat pale and sickly, covered in wrinkles, yet still bearing a resemblance to Su Bing.

The ancient primal energy seemed to possess a consciousness of its own, surging forth from the Dao Master’s profound power and manifesting above Bai Qi’s blood-red spiritual aura.

Thus, their first stop was Paris. After a long plane journey, the aircraft was now about to land.

“You’re the owner of this shop. I assume you’ve understood my previous request. What’s your response?” Lu Siguan spoke first.

When they returned, Ji Yuting was still drinking, her face flushed. Her expression was hard to read, but her eyes were red-rimmed.

Angered and humiliated, the green flames roared fiercely. Then, with a sweep of his skeletal arm, several invisible, special ghostly energies surrounded the men nearby.

This was the route of the messenger troops, soldiers marching two by two. Even with just a few hundred men, the line stretched long, winding around a corner with no end in sight.

When Lv Changle had just smiled, she was as enchanting as possible, deliberately leaning closer, rubbing her body against his arm twice, causing Cao Yue, who had suffered unbearable torment these past few days, to shudder uncontrollably.

He had his own company, his own employees, and his own venue. However, the company’s name was a real headache.

Upon hearing this, Liang Guang breathed a sigh of relief. After apologizing repeatedly, he slunk away in embarrassment and fled by catching a ride with someone else.

“Are you alright? I misspoke earlier,” Li Shengzhu said with a grin. His sharply contoured face softened with the smile, exuding the warmth of a big-hearted young man.

At that moment, everyone’s eyes turned to a charred willow tree in Shicun. This willow had fallen from the sky and was revered as the Willow God, the village’s sacred spirit.

She had no concerns about Cao Yue’s musical talents. She had personally taught her son piano, and she knew his level better than anyone.

Yet longevity was not an unmitigated blessing. It meant bearing pains others did not have to endure. They watched their son age and die, then bid farewell to their grandchildren. Seeing successive generations pass away before them, they often came to resent their long lives.

Last night, Ge Liang had come to visit him again, bringing plenty of wine and chatting with him at length about all sorts of matters.

While playing chess, he couldn’t help but praise his grandson again, launching into a new round of boasting.

Lu Mingfei gently patted Xingbao’s fluffy head, stroking the beast ears that had become a decorative feature atop her head.