Chapter 33: Merely a Passing Stranger
Gu Hanchuan understood the doubt in Hua Cheng’s eyes and said calmly, “Qian Lai is my sister, a good sister worth protecting.”
“Brother, what are you talking about? She’s obviously…”
“Enough!” Gu Hanchuan interrupted Gu Yue sternly, then added, “From now on, I never want to hear you making things difficult for her again. Don’t bring up the marriage certificate— even if we were legally married, no one can control who she befriends. Remember this well. Go back and tell the rest of the Gu family as well. Don’t—”
“So this is why it’s called ‘The Bird Collection’! It opens with birds!” Xia Donghai said as he flipped to the second page.
Ye Cheng knew that Huang Mingyi was playing with a young model, but he certainly didn’t know the model was naked at that moment.
Anjana, seeing that Rijana had guessed her thoughts, picked up a cup of tea and drank it, pretending not to have heard. Anjana chose not to answer, but Rijana had no intention of dropping the subject.
At this moment, Master Ye gazed at the Ancestor of the Nether River; in the end, the Four Swords of Immortal Execution would still return to Master Ye’s palm.
Such elaborate effort to set up three lines of defense, to Yukio, seemed nothing but dividing their forces. Why not concentrate all the soldiers on the first line instead?
Within fifteen minutes, emergency personnel arrived, quickly followed by the police—after all, with such an incident, their presence was inevitable.
Meanwhile, Jiang Chen was curiously sizing up the supreme leader of the Hidden Leaf Village before him—the legendary Third Hokage.
Cecilia stared at Qiu Xuan in shock and exclaimed, “What did you say? Dozens of Silver Battle Masters? That’s impossible!” She searched her mind, wondering who in the capital could possibly muster so many Silver Battle Masters.
Every nation possesses one—a suite in a high-rise hotel. Though the room was lavish and comfortable, to call it a demon king’s palace would be overstating it. In this altogether ordinary room, an audience was underway.
After arriving at his destination, Wu Tao paid the taxi fare and turned toward the hospital.
He knew that if he tried to fight, he wouldn’t stand a chance against the Tower. All he could do was survive by these means.
For a bandit’s lair, the country would never send a large army to suppress them, and the usual methods wouldn’t work either. This is why the stronghold had grown increasingly brazen.
It wasn’t that he was unwilling to open it—he simply couldn’t. According to Tian Yunran’s instructions, this object could only be opened on the night of the full moon, and tonight, the full moon has long passed. To open the box, he would have to wait more than half a month.
Zongzheng An didn’t want to ascend the throne without proper legitimacy. If there was an imperial edict for abdication, that would be the best outcome.
Outsiders could sense a faint, almost imperceptible aura of danger emanating from the site of the explosion.
As the Jade Palace Master, representing the Heavenly Dao, after the world was torn apart and remade, he transformed into the Great Demon Feizhi, forgetting the karmic ties of his past, remembering only the words of the Pure Serenity Sutra.
It seemed that lying was unavoidable, but Tang Feng hated lying to Liu Weiwei. What should he do? This became a real dilemma for him.
Suddenly, cracks appeared in the spiritual shield—far more severe than expected. A kitchen knife struck it directly, and had this sunset-hued shield not stopped it, Hua Zhanxian’s head would likely have been split in two by now.
Only when Cheng Feng saw this did he come back to his senses. So it was already night. It seemed that Senior Brother had spent the whole day riding his flying sword from the brothel, which meant Evil Valley was truly far from Sword Sect.
As Tang Feng kept trying, he suddenly sensed his own cultivation. He was astonished.
When Shentu Haolong entered the villa, Fang Ziqian was drinking with Yun Hui. Seeing him come in, Fang Ziqian cheerfully invited him to join them for a drink.