Volume One, Chapter 71: Going to Jincheng?

Good wine, aside from its smooth and mellow taste, had another merit: minimal aftereffects. The next morning, everyone was as lively as ever. Whether it was the invigorating effect of the alcohol or some miraculous recovery, Zhou Zhihang’s swollen foot was healed, and his crutches could finally retire with honor.

Only at this moment did the Furious Flame Monkey unfold its full aura, unleashing the spiritual beast’s pressure throughout the cave. Nearly all the high-level and supreme beasts stared wide-eyed, gazing into its eyes, filled with terror and shock.

Wasn’t he the one who wanted to break off the engagement? Why had it turned into her now? His attitude confused her, making it difficult to fathom his intentions.

Cold Moon’s words rang with clarity and force, so sharp that Qi Min’s breathing slowed. Her hands gripped the wooden board beneath her, refusing to utter a single word.

Xiao Shen Sen spoke, and Nangong Nayue was taken aback. She had indeed accepted the commission to organize the Black Death Emperor faction’s beastmen, but she hadn’t intended to act through Xiao Shen Sen’s side.

Meng Changjin planned to use wooden planks for the four walls, but for the roof, mindful of leaks from rain, she chose bamboo.

“Well done, Shayu.” Akatome and the others, having dealt with their own foes, arrived to find Shayu had already cleared the path and couldn’t help but praise her.

“Yunmeng? What a wonderful name!” Gu Zhen grew fonder of Yunmeng, admiring her calm composure amidst the bustling crowd in Spring Garden. Perhaps this tranquility was just what he sought.

The dog-headed beastman with jet-black fur stood about three meters tall. Its oversized body prevented it from entering the ruins through the passageway.

“Jiaojiao, what’s wrong? You look a little pale,” Feng Lesheng asked, noticing Lin Jiaojiao’s sudden distraction and her face turning slightly white.

Ordinary matters he might delegate, but Changle was a brother he valued, with great potential for the future.

He himself suddenly smiled, radiance in his gaze. Magnolia petals fluttered within the barrier, their pure, flawless beauty reminiscent of a vanished, innocent dream.

Zhang Aiyang turned to look at the unscrupulous young master, a bit surprised, then smiled, seemingly unaffected by the dazzling figure before him. To Gu Le, he said, “Mr. Gu Le, let me show you to your rooms. Once the boat reaches international waters, all entertainment venues will open.”

“Master, your insight is high. Huang shares the same view. Junyi’s spear technique is fierce and impressive, but compared to Zilong, it lacks a certain composure. Xu Huang and Liu Yu wield the same weapons and have known each other for a long time, so their sparring is frequent and their vision remarkably keen.”

But his hands were covered in oil, making it impossible to grip. Instead, he wrapped one end of Feng Xuelin’s scarf around and dragged his mother over.

“Zilong, you flatter me. As for spear skills, perhaps only Young Master Ma can match you someday!” Since Ma Chao greeted him politely, Taishi Ci responded in kind.

Here, there were no computers, no internet, no nightlife, no coffee, no manga to chase after… The life was unbearably dull, and with a great demon lord in pursuit, even wishing for a romance was out of the question.

“Prince, do you mean you’ve already killed the assassin?” Huang Jingchen saw Zhao Cheng grinning foolishly and hurriedly asked.

He had killed many inside the Black Tower, but then it was survival; there wasn’t much feeling involved.

After retreating a dozen meters, Lu Chen and Haixilia’s figures gradually halted. Strangely, the unease in their hearts vanished; the snake-like hissing Lu Chen had heard disappeared as well, as if those sensations had never happened at all.