Chapter 39 I Am Not Short of Money, But I Am Short of Underwear

The next morning, early.
Gu Yao lay in bed, slowly opening her eyes.
Her vision was met with dark gray bedsheets and a black nightstand.
She stared for quite a while at the simply designed yet unfamiliar bedside lamp on the cabinet before her thoughts gradually gathered back.
This was Lu Zheng's residence.
And last night...
Her hand, massaging her temples, froze. The bar, the young man, Lu Zheng, and those kisses and nibbles!
Scene by scene, it all rushed back.

He grieved in secret, unable to figure out how things had reached this point. It seemed that the harder he tried, the further the Jingxiang faction slipped away from him. Now, not only had Ma Su gone to cooperate with Li Yan, but even Wei Yan was showing signs of disloyalty and estrangement.

Seeing so many people, and even several existences like the Ancient Red Lotus Gods, Nangong Wan'er was also very happy.

Although the Northern Wujiang was already destined to decline, this Northern family courtyard still retained a number of die-hard guards. Seeing the appearance of the Northern family's former archenemy, dozens of guards pressed their hands against their waists with hostile stares. Four of them even unbuttoned their holster straps, ready at any moment to pounce and kill the terrifying-looking Zhao Heng.

Led by Nalan Youyun's gentle tug, Leng Aofeng realized he had lost his composure, immediately gave an embarrassed, dry cough, and sat back down in his original seat.

"The charges you mentioned cannot be pinned on us! Whatever we did to the heretics was simply an expression of our faith in the Supreme God!" Chrisma said in a deep voice.

Following that, this seemingly massive task force no longer concealed its tracks. Skirting past Bergen, it headed straight north, targeting the port of Narvik in northern Norway.

Instantly, a muffled groan echoed through the arena as Nujiang spat blood from his nose and mouth once more. His massive body staggered backward, bearing a palm print on his chest and two broken ribs.

Compared to my summer vacation where I was tanned the color of mud, her skin was so fair. As she slept, her long eyelashes cast shadows on her face, making her look even more like a porcelain doll.

The intense flash of the nuclear blast blinded Halsey's eyes instantly, and the subsequent shockwave shattered the bridge windows, surging into the command room. The pulverized glass shards pierced Halsey's face and body like bullets, riddling the bodies of everyone in the command room until they resembled sieves.

Ahead lay a courtyard wall. This wall was crafted from metal, and the patterns engraved upon it were exceedingly rare—a Depiction of Heavenly Demon Repentance. This was originally a Buddhist tale, yet in this particular depiction, the one who was reforming the heavenly demon was a Star-Crowned Feather-Robe Daoist.

At this very moment, the sea of ancient demonic insects swept across the desert, blanketing every corner of space. The thirty-odd people who had been watching the mirage were now surrounded by the sea of ancient demonic insects, looking in despair at the beating wings of the creatures before them.

Wang Xinyan and Wu Qian were in a state of absolute joy; they, too, had now become the hunters in this battle.

Kong Guoxing finally understood what Yi Feng meant by asking him to protect Wind Cloud City. The destructive power unleashed by the clash of two peak Heavenly Spirit Realm experts could well be imagined.

Li Tianyi delivered these words in a joking tone, but everyone present was sharp enough to perceive immediately that Li Tianyi was genuinely angry now.

"I have never once thought of her." Mo Xiaosheng looked steadily at Ouyang Hongxue, his gaze clear and devoid of the slightest impurity.

There was no help for it. Ever since returning last night, this Lord Shen had developed a hallucination and a psychological shadow: he constantly felt that his body was exuding a pungent odor of alcohol and putrefaction.

"Twenty-odd silver dollars—such a large sum is indeed hard to come by." Mo Xiaosheng was astonished and troubled. Twenty silver dollars constituted an astronomical figure to him. Not to mention possessing them, he had never even laid eyes on so much money.

He was told to prepare to meet the vanguard forces of the evil demons three months later, while the entity itself would go in search of that slim, illusory hope of attaining the status of a Saint, in order to combat the main demon army three years hence.

The demonic wings behind Chen Ying vibrated, and suddenly, demonic flames surged upward. At the same time, his body expanded at an extreme speed.