50 The Desire to Pry into Privacy (2)

Another group of people emerged from the hotel’s main entrance. This was the first squad that had executed the arrest mission on the twenty-fifth floor, along with ten apprehended drug dealers. Trailing behind them were several well-dressed men with the air of leaders.

These consciousnesses, though not yet fully formed due to the lingering influence of the Progenitor Star, already displayed instinctual, autonomous behavior.

“Hot and cold?” Axiao muttered to himself. “Why does that sound so familiar…” Without dwelling on it, he hurried to the courtyard where Feng Yufei resided. No sooner had he entered than he saw the servants, faces grave, carrying basins of hot and cold water back and forth.

As for this outcome, Wang Nanbei truly didn’t know whether to hate the snow wolf or to thank it. It had nearly exposed him, and yet, by fleeing, it had also saved him from discovery. Either way, he supposed he ought to be grateful.

So, up and down, loose and tight—they played a game, man and flame, as if two wily opponents tested each other, advancing and retreating in the water.

Exiting the house, Liu Xiaoyu walked slowly around the foot of the mountain, skirting his own home before heading out back. The path was overgrown and uneven—clearly, this area had been abandoned for quite some time.

“Remember? What should I remember? What have I forgotten? You know, don’t you? Then tell me, tell me!” Axiao pressed closer, his dark eyes fixed intently on Xian’er.

“This guy loves to clown around; don’t give him a good face,” Professor Zhao had just begun to scold when the monkey jabbed its chopsticks at him, chattering wildly.

Insane! Not only were Chen Chong and the others shocked mad by the news—Wang Nanbei was driven even crazier. Though Wang Nanbei was not in Shanghai, that didn’t mean he was ignorant of the situation there.

In truth, Liu Xiaoyu had already considered this, but suspicion is not certainty. Only when he heard it confirmed did he finally breathe a long sigh of relief, the heart that had been lodged in his throat settling back into his chest.

She could guess that Ji Chengfeng had either hung his suit in the wardrobe or sent it for cleaning, rendering the equipment inoperable.

What frightened me was that such a massive creature could have killed me with a single call, let alone if it had found and torn me apart. But I was also thrilled, because I was almost certain—it was undoubtedly a Nether Snow Beast. Now that it had appeared, did it mean there was hope for my child?

Yun Chi shook his head and said, “Forgive me, Zhongli, but I must ask Elder Moyan about this myself.” Yun Chi was thinking of Moyan’s reputation; he didn’t want rumors to spread about the matter with the demon flood dragon before it was confirmed.

Ji Anqi, oh Ji Anqi, you fool. Is your mouth only good for eating and not for talking?

“How can I block them? My crossbow doesn’t fire fast enough,” Jia Yi complained. After all, he was a mage, not an archer—he couldn’t loose a rain of arrows. By the time he’d nocked, aimed, and fired, more than ten seconds would have passed, and there was no guarantee he’d hit his mark.

Whenever she thought of how the Bai family would react on learning that Qi Xuyao was an illegitimate child, Bai Wei’s heart ached.

Her exquisitely beautiful features were adorned with the delicate plum blossom makeup; the once pure and youthful face now shed its innocence, a trace of charm appearing between her brows. Her enchanting eyes, as they glanced about, could captivate the world.

For a time, the internet was in chaos. Zheng Xiaori’s fans attacked anyone in their path, their fighting spirit unmatched.

Suddenly, Maki spotted a shop—a readymade robe shop, Boggins’ Robe Emporium.

When Xiao Yan and Ji Xinliang rushed to the First People’s Hospital, Lan Qianxue was still in the intensive care unit.

“She stripped in front of you?” Qiao Xi’s voice rose several notches with disbelief.

“Liuli?” Qing An sighed, stepped into the room, patted Liuli on the shoulder, and spoke.

Tan Yijie hadn’t drunk much, but her throat had just been irritated. Now, she couldn’t have managed a single bottle—perhaps not even a sip.

He realized this must be an overdue loan. It looked like the lending company was about to take action, which was why the borrower was weeping.

As Sun Yuanli heard her words, his smile cracked. He thought he’d misheard, and, fanning himself, burst out laughing.

Li’s father glanced at me; perhaps he felt embarrassed with an outsider present.

Yet he seemed perfectly calm, as if he had nothing to be ashamed of—making me appear the suspicious one.

Gu Zhengyang was at a loss as well. He’d always used Gu Jiabao, but had never intended to take her life.

He first met her at a street stall. Back then, he and his brothers liked to gather at that stall for dinner, and she was working there.

“Of course.” With a single look from Long Ye, Old Man Qingsuo, Lin Wan Feng, and Emperor Zhezhi all stepped forward. Their combined aura instantly made everyone at the scene falter.

In an instant, Shen Qiang realized he hadn’t actually met that man before; it was simply that the man resembled Zise. He saw Zise every day, so when he saw this man, he was struck by a strange sense of familiarity.

A meticulously planned ambush was in place—all that remained was for the fat sheep to walk into the tiger’s jaws.

The Lord of Sunlight City said no more. He simply projected an illusion of the ancient city and pointed out the location of the Corruption Abyss.

Shen Qiang smiled, filled with helplessness. Parkour? He barely had time to cultivate, let alone play games.

Would Qin Muzhao and Lingtianzi bring someone as powerful as the masters from Jixia Academy this time? It was hard to say.

The chained skills linked seamlessly, knock-up after knock-up, giving Rek’Sai a “magical” treatment he’d never experienced before.

Then silence fell. Lu Shiyao stared at him, and he dumbly gazed at his sister, who lay on the bed, hugging a pillow twisted into a strange angle.

“I believe you.” The old man smiled, patted Liam’s shoulder, and then vanished in a streak of black light.

Those eyes were so cold, nearly devoid of emotion—it was as if the venerable Saint Void was nothing in their eyes, just a lowly ant, worthy only of disdain and contempt.

Although Tang Kexin was night-blind and could not see, she could feel whose hand she was grasping, and whose hand she was biting.

After slaying two men, as my killing intent surged, the ruby on the hilt of the Reverse Scale Sword shone even brighter, with a faint sword aura escaping.