Chapter 129: Calamity Approaches

Wang Mian frowned slightly. What did Lou Yu mean by that? Was he asking her to abandon Jiu Niang and turn to him instead? Wang Mian was indeed resentful due to her social standing, but she had never once considered betraying Jiu Niang. Of course, Lou Yu and Wang Heng were essentially one and the same. The two were already inseparable, and if they were to marry, they would become a single family. Being loyal to Lou Yu seemed no different from being loyal to Wang Heng. But—

"Master Li, you don't need to be so formal!" Hua Weilu felt a bit embarrassed. After all, she was the one who had orchestrated this entire demon-exorcism incident. It was bad enough that she had taken his money, but to keep troubling him like this made her conscience weigh heavily.

"Instead of worrying about your skin getting darker, you should be worrying about how you're going to survive military training." He closed his laptop and shot her a look.

He was so cold when he was being stern, yet so eloquent when speaking words of love; I no longer had the strength to argue, so I could only sigh softly and say, "You are a devil."

Long Cangjue then flicked his cloak, draping it over Feng Ling, turned, and walked away, leaving behind only a wisp of black smoke.

Mi Youqi was stunned, unable to find words for a long while. Hadn't he been in a towering rage just last night? She had been wondering how to face him today, so why was he suddenly being so amiable on the phone? Was he hiding a dagger behind a smile, planning to fire her on the spot?

Jueluo did not reply, only pressing her forehead against Li Rongbao's hand; the hardness of the bone caused her a dull pain.

Ding Xiang nodded heavily, habitually tucking the quilt around Chu Liangrao, and whispered, "It has been a long time since this servant has served the Princess." With that, she returned to her spot and lay down to sleep.

Gu Xingyue glanced over and looked away. Though it felt wrong to call it cruel at a time like this, as a chef, she had handled far too much.

"Mommy, Auntie Mu, Auntie Gu will definitely be happy." Mengbao scurried over again, this time hiding in the embrace of Su Jing.

The moment Su Qingying took possession of the Linglong Pagoda, she realized who Jie Kong was.

Suddenly, a roar so loud it pierced the eardrums shook the heavens and earth. The sound seemed to possess a certain magic, causing the space to instantly solidify and time to come to a standstill.

Prefect Mo looked at Ouyang Jinfeng, his expression grave. "The disaster relief funds had just arrived at the Prefect's office when we seized them; we are in the middle of secretly transferring them now. If not for the help of the Empress's people, we would never have been able to kill the Ministry of Revenue soldiers who escorted the funds to Phoenix Town."

Alice took the water skin and drank the chicken blood inside in a few gulps, her spirit restored.

Zhaodi was slightly startled, then smoothed out her patched clothing and hurried into the living room.

Watching the stern expression on Xu Tian's face, then turning his head to glance through the rearview mirror at the retreating convoy, Liu Hongwei smacked his lips, looking a bit aggrieved, but he did not say anything more.

Ye Feng chuckled, simultaneously channeling his vigorous spiritual energy. Although Ye Feng was only at the sixth stage of the Condensation Realm, a step lower than Chen Zhong, his energy vortex was exceptionally vast. At the same cultivation level, his strength surpassed that of his opponents. Now, compared to Chen Zhong, he was not far behind.

The ox-headed creature was walking toward me when, suddenly seeing me perk up, it could not help but slow its pace, finally coming to a halt in front of me.

Once I heard Qiluo say that, I knew she truly hated Zhang Laohu to the bone, which was proof enough that Zhang Laohu had committed too many evils; he truly could not be left alive.

"This is a Yuan technique that no one has ever practiced before, and it possesses certain flaws; thus, it is classified as a low-grade purple remnant. However, if one could truly cultivate a pseudo-domain, it could be called a gold-grade Yuan technique," the transparent old man said with a hint of anticipation.

Ye Feng took it and examined it; the texture of the ring was very strange, seeming like jade yet not, iron yet not. It felt extremely cold to the touch, with a chilling sensation stinging his fingers. Ye Feng even felt a sinister aura seeping from his fingertips into his body, making him feel quite uncomfortable.