Volume 1, Chapter 42: Little Kai Poisoned

Is the child standing right before him even human? Could he be some sort of monstrous anomaly?

"Bring the birds here, I have use for them!" Mo Luo said abruptly, looking at Mu Ai with an expression that brooked no argument, implying that this was connected to the confidential matter he had just been about to discuss.

Everything Mu Ai said was the absolute truth; for the demon race, the most pressing matter at hand was not acquiring the Tear Bamboo, but rather destroying the primordial soul of the original entity that had left Huan-Ting's body.

This time, Mo Luo heard him clearly. He had never known how the living dead could actually die, but now the time had finally come to watch a living dead person march to their doom.

The old Daoist nun had a peculiar temperament, capricious and unpredictable. When she was in a good mood, she seemed amiable, but when she was in a bad mood, one had to be constantly on guard against her sudden lethal attacks. Even if they were to kill her right now, it would not resolve the predicament. Resorting to force against her might well prove counterproductive. Since there was no good solution, they would simply have to take it one step at a time and play it by ear.

He pulled her into his embrace and asked with panic, "What is wrong, Mian'er? Don't scare me." He was terrified of seeing her like this, as it reminded him of the time she was poisoned five years ago. He did not want to experience that a second time; that agonizing feeling of apprehension and insecurity was dreadful.

After the meal, night had fallen. Proprietor Zhang fetched two torches, and the three of them used the torchlight to make their way back to the inn, washed up, and went to sleep.

"I am a sentimental assassin of the Ruthless Sect, and these women are my subordinates. We only recently ventured out into the pugilistic world," Wang Hou figured that the old Daoist nun likely knew nothing of the Ruthless Sect's reputation, and unable to think of a better cover on the spur of the moment, he simply told the truth, fearing lest she make a move against Zhou Qingzhu.

Compoging his emotions, Yue Wuchang stood up, went over to open the door first, took the luggage handed over by the guards, and told the guards to withdraw for now.

From the very moment she watched that brocade-clad imperial guard holding a colorful ball walk into the courtyard gate of Chunxiang Brothel, Yin Ruoxue felt an inexplicable surge of irritation.

The sound of a vehicle engine starting drifted from outside, and a dozen minutes later, the entire Gao residence finally fell silent.

Without another word, Ling Mo hoisted his master up directly and leaped back along the path they had come. The oppressive weight made it amply clear that his master was severely injured and might even have lapsed into unconsciousness.

After finishing her words, Mo Li could not help but sigh again. It seemed that regarding this sudden resignation, Mo Li felt deeply apologetic toward Dr. Tom.

Moreover, every time she visited, she was met with a closed door, and Ling Xue utterly despised this Jason.

Back then, Cheng Haiqian refused to be Gu Jing's bridesmaid—and did not even attend the so-called "wedding" of Gu Jing and Liang Wencun—precisely because Gu Jing had shattered another's marriage to fulfill her own desires...

"At home, isn't it wonderful to keep the children company?" Mu Xuncheng had never understood why Leng Qingxi was so enthusiastic about going to work.

"Fine, we can discuss what just happened later," Mu Xuncheng nodded at Wu Tong, signaling that he was free to leave.

However, the horse refused to exert itself, and the sound of hooves was growing closer and closer. Burning with frantic anxiety and without a second thought, Ran Qing pulled a sharp ornament from her bosom and drove it fiercely into the horse's rump.

That was something Ji Zibai had encountered while out shopping, and upon seeing it... he had wanted to buy it and present it to Su Nana.

Seated at the banquet table, Zhaoyun merely tasted some melon and fruit before laying down her silver chopsticks and watching the dancing girls sway gracefully to the accompaniment of string and wind instruments. Their ethereal songs and fluttering sleeves were indeed a pleasing sight.

The duplex luxury apartment spanning nearly two hundred square meters boasted an extravagantly opulent decor that matched Hu Lian'er's alluring and seductive aura quite well.

Ji Honglong, the head of the Ji family, sat on the sofa surrounded by a large group of people, all hailing from the Ji family. Ji Runfa, Ji Tongfei, and the newly returned Ji Ningxue were all listening quietly.