Volume 1, Chapter 33: A Lively Scene

The two, deeply engrossed in their affection, failed to notice anything amiss until they both collapsed together.

“Cousin-in-law, what should we do next?” Yue Xingluo looked at Jiu Mu with eyes full of expectation.

“The elder of the Yunluan Sect wounded him, but it’s nothing serious. However, Feng’er is in some danger,” the elder said, waving his hand as vivid images flashed clearly within the great hall.

At that moment, a maintenance worker revealed a shocking piece of information. He looked at Zhang Heng with a serious expression.

Wei Lai held a punching stance, stopping just a mere millimeter away from Meng Jiuzhou.

In another building, a man dressed in golden pajamas resembling a dragon robe lay leisurely on the sofa, his feet resting on the coffee table before him. He held a glass of red wine in hand, his gaze fixed on the place where Dongze had disappeared.

For various reasons, Zhao Xiqian had earned Dongze’s trust. In her presence, he wore few masks.

There was even someone who once tried to expose the dark secrets of Tianhai Machinery Factory. Rumor had it that the factory sent people who utterly destroyed the accuser’s family, and the matter was ultimately left unresolved.

“Mo Lingjun, after so many years, you have fallen to such depths! The pain of soul shedding is hard to bear, but once endured, you will break through your chrysalis and emerge stronger,” Ling Xiao Xue’er said with a smile.

Chang Wu spoke solemnly. Although she often teased Elder Yan, she knew well what was important and would never cross the line.

Now, having forcibly taken the warm boss from Xi Ren, he had completely become the target everyone in the game was after.

At this moment, the red mist was already rolling in thick and fast. In desperation, Liao Dongfeng activated Dijiao, then began voraciously absorbing the onrushing mist.

Having done this, Linghu Yan flicked her wrist gently, drawing the golden formation plate back into her sleeve.

This was the second time the announcement had been made. The first time, it was rudely interrupted by a disciple of the Tianmang Sect.

Nearby, Su Han swallowed nervously upon seeing the scene. Without experiencing it personally, she knew that blow must have been painful. Even from such a distance, she could clearly hear the sound of that person falling. The thought sent a chill down her spine.

“That’s a relief. Thankfully, the police arrived just in time, or it would have been too dangerous,” Zhao Yuxuan finally exhaled in relief.

After seeing their arrival, Chen Mofan had already coordinated with Wang Xiaoxiao and Jiang Jiujiu. He would draw their attention first, then Wang Xiaoxiao and Jiang Jiujiu would assist covertly.

Chen Mofan gritted his teeth, tightening his grip on the soft sword. “Bastard, don’t think you can get away without me settling this!” he shouted, charging once more at the Zhu Jiuyin clone that had inflicted great harm on him.

Following the battle at Great Wind Mountain, the Iron Clothes Sect swept through Yanzhou like a storm. In less than half a month, they had conquered six counties in the western part of Yanzhou.

Such a mission could only be entrusted to the news media, which could also effectively achieve the intended goals. This was why Qi Tianxiang’s forum had not spoken openly about it. Holding it later was to gather greater certainty—a consideration that also applied to the afternoon’s economic, social science, and theoretical forums.

“Two or three steps? I’m not pleased—one step is too much,” Fang Jianshe said fiercely, glaring at the persimmon before him. With disdain, he turned his back and returned to the hotel to continue drinking.

For years, Du Yunlian and her brother Du Rui had relied on each other. Du Rui had never spoken harshly, let alone scold like this. His eyes reddened, and tears slipped down his cheeks.