Chapter Eighty-Nine: The Shen Family Makes Its Appearance
Fu Chen stared blankly as Song Hui's gaunt figure slowly vanished from his sight.
In truth, he had not sent anyone to watch Song Hui. It was only that today had been an extraordinary coincidence: he happened to be dining at the Harborland Restaurant with Lin Yiqing. From the restaurant's high windows, one could clearly see the winding mountain road of Qishan. With his keen eyes, he immediately spotted Song Hui seated behind Mu Jinghuai on a motorcycle.
The two were exceedingly intimate; Song Hui's arms were locked tightly around Mu Jinghuai.
The moment he saw it, it was as though fire had burst from his eyes. But with Lin Yiqing present, he forcefully suppressed the turmoil in his heart and barely touched his meal. After leaving the restaurant, he sent Lin Yiqing away perfunctorily...
So far, the divine race still relied on humans for nearly sixty percent of its resources, and in the future that share would likely only rise. This made it all the more impossible for them to allow humanity to break away and stand alone.
"Then do the earth spirits and wood spirits have no sense of territory, and do they also refrain from indiscriminately killing humans?"
It was a long while before she finally emerged from the bath, chilled through from head to toe, even her lips turning purple.
Then Ye Yunyi smiled and walked in. The moment he opened the kitchen door, a basin of water was splashed all over him.
At that moment she strode in without the slightest hesitation, looking at the doctor before her with a bright smile. "Hello, I am the younger sister of Su Xiangyun, who just went out. I want to know whether my sister's child is all right." Saying this, she even successfully misled the doctor.
A place like this had a complicated flow of people; finding someone was not easy. After glancing at the time of the first post, he stood up.
"Boss, please count the money first and see if it's right—whether it's two hundred yuan."
The rabbit buyer held out twenty ten-yuan bills to Cheng Xiong.
After all, the force backing him only wanted to obtain what the man ahead of them knew. As for allowing the divine race to know, in a magnanimous and upright way, that he had secured the thing, that would be extremely dangerous.
The fat man wore a grave expression as he looked at the two men before him, then turned to the more than ten others around him who had not moved and who carried themselves with arrogant confidence. "Several captains, we will handle holding these two back. As for the rest, you may act as you please. This time you have come here to lend support; within the city, aside from those belonging to our dark faction, you may seize whatever you wish."
It was not that Ye Yunyi was narcissistic; he truly felt that these people were here to deal with him. If he reversed the roles and thought about it... what was the purpose behind their actions?
Even without Jiuqing present, her seal had always remained intact. It was impossible that it would be broken the moment she returned.
Zhuque walked in, and the people behind immediately shut the door. Seeing that familiar dark figure, they all smiled.
In the city center of Zurich stood a traditional Swiss restaurant, where classic Swiss fare mingled with a touch of Italian influence to create the restaurant's distinctive and delicious cuisine. Rich with the atmosphere of history, this restaurant was somewhat expensive, but an excellent place to savor the spirit of Zurich.
"Qingfeng, do not be anxious." They might not necessarily come to any harm once inside; she must not first lose her composure.
Outside the castle lay Diana's Garden, with eight large triangular lawns, upon which lavender cotton had been intricately woven into spiral forms.
Perhaps sensing that the person before him was looking at his face, the young master of Yuanqiu lowered the brim of his hat even further. "Since the silver has already been paid, then the room is yours. Churi, Chuyue, let us go." With that, he turned to leave.
"I am tired. I shall go down and rest for a while. Remember what I said—two hours. In two hours, I want to know all of this!" After saying this, Beijing Rui pointed toward Longyue Hall. Haifeng understood at once and, with a line of guards and maids, returned to Longyue Hall ahead of them.
Back then, the laser fired by the nine-headed serpent grass was truly vicious, like some damn infrared beam, blasting wildly in every direction.
In the end, there were only a little over a thousand disciples in the dual-cultivation division, and from among them rose a great number of experts. Even the slaughter-calamity division, from which Bai Qianming had come, dared not face them head-on, and the nameless Heavenly Dao Sect simply could not control him.
By then the two were already very close to Hongjian. Wu Jin closed her mouth, followed behind her senior brother, and stepped forward to offer greetings.
That was no exaggeration, but a real possibility. If people from that world came over, all of this could happen at any time.