Chapter 36: He Rather Liked It

They were still out on the main street; if any neighbors saw them, she would be the talk of the town by tomorrow morning!

She gave Wen Zongfu a shove and headed toward home.

Noticing her thin-skinned reaction, Wen Zongfu hurried to catch up. Suddenly remembering something, he asked, "Why didn't you ride your bicycle? It would be so much more convenient."

Feeling the heat fade from her face, Jiang Mi retorted impatiently...

Xue Tianhe frowned, clearly dissatisfied with this outcome, but he said nothing and simply turned to leave.

"Hahaha, Young Master, you should have done this long ago! Such ants deserve to be killed. To show us such disrespect and even dare to harbor designs on Sister Yanran—people like that truly deserve to die," Bai Zhantian laughed heartily upon hearing this, having long desired to slaughter these blind fools.

The exchange meeting began. Most of those present were not here for the first time and were well-acquainted with the procedure.

If Wang Feng had to do all this work himself, he estimated the game wouldn't be ready for another century. He had originally intended to delegate the tasks to Red Queen, but after she generated some initial results, Wang Feng discovered significant issues.

Wang Feng carefully probed Wang Yuyan’s body with his internal energy and, finding no problems, finally felt at ease.

Tie Dan was Shi Ying’s apprentice and had previously served as a bodyguard by Li Zixiao’s side. However, Shi Ying had recently sent both Tie Dan and Heshang out to gain experience, intending to promote them to more important roles later.

A cold glint flashed in Wu Qizi’s eyes. A faint smile reappeared on his face, but his tone was unmistakably full of menace.

At this moment, Ding Wei, the graceful youth in white, no longer possessed his usual extraordinary, elegant aura. He was being chased by the transformation-stage pig demon, looking as wretched as a stray dog, with not a shred of the demeanor expected of a transcendence-stage master.

In fact, what Mo Fan saw was only a fraction; the docking port was only so large, and it could not accommodate that many people.

A dark yellow divine light rose from True Dragon Son, weaving into a golden canopy that warded off the Scorpion's malevolent aura. The Eighth Princess of the True Dragon also radiated a golden light, forming a parasol-like phantom that protected her from the influence of the malevolent energy.

Luan Zhan’s expression shifted slightly at the sight, but at that very moment, a cold dagger appeared at his throat and was drawn sharply across.

Unable to fathom the situation, Jiang Zaiyuan simply stopped thinking about it; after all, the truth would come to light sooner or later.

This was the result of Jiang Zaiyuan’s practice of the "Strange Life Art" during his seclusion. Now, he was only one final step away from completing the three stages of the technique.

I couldn't help but be shocked. When did they slip over there? Why didn't my great-grandfather react at all?

In truth, the people speaking weren't sure who Gui Lin and his companions were; they feared that if they provoked someone they couldn't afford to offend, the consequences would be dire.

"That's too brutal! Sixteen priests with resurrection spells—Han Cheng is finished!" Luan Tian chuckled, his eyes gleaming with a hint of schadenfreude.

After the man in black finished speaking, he paid no more attention to the scene and left with the other two men, leaving only the subordinate who had been given the order to go and carry it out.

When Lei Zhan heard the name, he nearly spat out his drink. Since when did the Divine Dragon Bureau have a deputy second-in-command named Chen Fada? How was it that he didn't know about this?

Thinking that Wu Ming had drunk too much, he decided not to argue and sulked off to the side.

"Boom!" With a thunderous roar, a massive wave of damage numbers erupted, accompanied by flashes of white light as players were sent to their deaths.

Even face-to-face, stroking her son's cheek, Yang Yi still suspected she was dreaming. Her hand trembled slightly; the warmth of Guo Lin's skin felt so real. After three years apart, Guo Lin had grown into a man, yet Yang Yi still thought of him as the little boy who needed her protection.