Chapter 118: Merry Christmas Eve

This was something Song Hui had never considered before, but she comforted Sister Zhao, reminding her that Zheng Qing was obligated to pay child support.

“Sister Zhao, if Zheng Qing uses this as an excuse to withhold the child support, you have every right to sue him. Besides, I’ve looked into his situation. Though he’s only a mid-level manager, his salary, bonuses, and perks are quite substantial.”

Hearing this, Sister Zhao felt somewhat reassured. She said bitterly, “He deserves it! He’ll get his comeuppance sooner or later. Now I want to see if he still has time to bother me!”

A sly smile curved Song Hui’s lips as she looked meaningfully at Sister Zhao and said, “Sister Zhao, you insist on—”

“Wow, the Second Prince’s battle aura has already reached the late general stage!” murmurs broke out below. Indeed, for martial prodigies, it was rare to reach the late general stage before their thirties; no wonder the crowd was astonished.

As for saving Yue Ru and then releasing her, I don’t know the reason—perhaps just on a whim, to save or to release.

Luo Wantian’s face was grim. In fact, apart from the black-robed man who had collapsed to the ground, no one present looked any better. For a moment, silence fell over the group. I turned to look at the Demon Mother; her terrifying, grim visage sent chills down one’s spine.

Wang Ming smiled and spoke, instantly easing the tense atmosphere. Then, after everyone clinked their glasses, Wang Ming tilted his head back and downed his refreshing beer in one gulp.

Ling Tianyang nodded thoughtfully. He had some understanding of Wang Ming’s character; in the past, such words would never have come from Wang Ming’s mouth. Yet now, having said it twice in a row, Ling Tianyang paid closer attention.

The two walked slowly down the corridor. The corridor was bathed in blue lighting effects, rendering the entire underwater passage breathtakingly beautiful—everything so clear: fish flicking their tails as they swam, turtles paddling clumsily, soft water plants entwining gently, and all sorts of sea creatures, some unnamed, drifting before their eyes.

Groups of people headed toward the dormitory building in twos and threes. Before they reached the building, a red luxury sedan and a military-green jeep slowly drove in through the gate, then parked on the right side of the building under the watchful gaze of the crowd.

“This place is really huge. Without a map, it would be very easy to get lost,” Andy remarked with genuine surprise.

The next moment, a screen appeared, showing the players’ kill counts, deaths, assists, and so forth for this match.

“All right, then I’ll trouble you,” Jiu Yue said with a faint smile, accepting the tea she was pouring without objection. After pouring a cup for her, Bai She poured one for himself as well.

Regarding the Abyss Demon, the King Demon was too weak to be a match. As for the Emperor-level demons, once he made a move, it might very well draw out that black Abyss Demon.

The floor was covered with filth; the table had only been carelessly wiped. Cracks in its surface were clogged with leftover food scraps that emitted a faint foul stench, which mingled with the nauseating odor in the air, creating an even more repugnant smell.

Ma Zhe finally released the barely breathing Huang Weijiang, then rolled over and scrambled to the side of the car. People rushed after them—some to help, others to chase Ma Zhe.

Those countless lines, densely arrayed like a vast forest, spread out. One by one, living people were transformed into icy sculptures, sliced, frozen, and shattered.

Looking at Steward Ji now, he looked like a piece of charcoal, blackened and burnt to a crisp, with only two wide-open, utterly dumbfounded eyes visible.

At the end of the divine path, a man spoke calmly and steadily, words free from cause and effect, instantly transforming into a form of emptiness. At that moment, Dao Wu Lin stood alone under the heavens, laughing wildly and recklessly. His words turned into pride.

Taiyi spoke lightly and dismissively, his tone full of disdain, not taking Jin Shanshun seriously at all.

Therefore, Chu Tian gathered the seven shards together. The seven colorful fragments converged and then released a shower of seven-colored petals.