Volume 1, Chapter 59: The Black Tower's Interest

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The night at the casino, a tangle of alcohol, hormones, and high stakes, was saturated with human greed and a loss of control.

"Third Sister, the Crown Prince's household is hosting a banquet in a few days and has invited us. You should come with me," Ji Mingjiao said with feigned innocence, intentionally blinking at Ji Wange as she spoke. Her expression clearly telegraphed the message: *You are only basking in my glory.*

Ji Wange nimbly hopped out of his embrace and strode away without looking back, clearly having no intention of lingering to deal with him.

The man's explosion revolted many present. After all, watching a living human being explode right before one's eyes was a rare sight, even among cultivators.

Damn it, are you trying to torture me? I said come on out already, Daddy will take you out for a big feast. She completely ignored him, lifting her foot and walking away with the air of someone severing all ties with him.

"Oh, my dear Master Su, how would I ever dare to disturb you? It's simply that your people have already barged into my main hall and frightened my girls. I had no choice but to ask Master Su to come out and take a look," the madam said, her face plastered with a flattering, oily smile.

She took the elevator downstairs and, holding her breath, dashed toward the back of the building. Ye Ling's family lived on the twenty-third floor; the probability of my cell phone being smashed to smithereens was ninety-nine percent. Yet I was somewhat reluctant to give up, thinking that perhaps by some stroke of luck it hadn't broken. If it were broken, wouldn't I have to buy a new phone? Damn it, why must I be this unlucky?

Before she even had time to turn around, a piercing screech echoed from the distance! Bobo looked over and saw, far down the road, that the Humman was beginning to swerve wildly. Bobo's heart instantly leaped into her throat, her mouth falling open as her eyes widened in disbelief.

She had only wanted to earn some money to help support her family, but instead, the bar manager had indirectly sold her to Guanfeng, who thoroughly investigated her background. Seeing that she was somewhat delicate and pretty, and still a virgin...

"You won't escape today. Since you decided to come here, your death is already sealed!" Tan Yunfang gazed coldly at Fu Jinxi.

"Third Master, Fourth Master Shui, and Third Master Guo have all arrived and gone inside," Danyue replied with a friendly, gentle smile. Su Biruo breathed a sigh of relief; hearing that Su Zixin and Shui Lang and the others were already there immediately set her mind at ease.

"Alright." I knew there was still a barrier between us, something that could not be resolved overnight. He closed the door and left, and I went to bed as well, though I did not fall asleep.

Ming Susu perhaps also realized the gravity of the matter; she looked at me, then at Qihuai, and nodded.

"Locust flower cake?" I was slightly stunned, and slowly recalled how, when I was around ten years old, I had discussed with Aqiya how a favored imperial concubine of the previous dynasty used to make locust flower cakes, a conversation that happened to be overheard by Qimin.

The mysterious beggar's raspy voice still echoed in my ears. I remembered he said those exact words right after branding the pentagram onto my chest.

Ye Chen caught her hand and pulled her into his arms. "I was happy today so I drank a bit more, but I didn't expect to get this drunk. Before I knew it, I wandered over here, feeling as though I had something to ask you, though now I can't remember what it was." As he spoke, his hand crept up toward her alluring peaks.

"What is the name of this palm technique?" Lu Chen asked, rubbing his backside. This fellow was utterly whimsical, naturally incapable of holding a deep grudge or staying truly angry. Just moments ago he had been howling in rage, yet now he wore a face eager for instruction.

Su Zichen craned his neck forward, but couldn't get a word in. He had never paid attention to such things, and as for this lotus root starch, he couldn't even remember if it was his first time eating it.