Chapter 28: Xu Fei’s Elation

Qi Zhiyuan, upon hearing that Qi Xuyao had returned, immediately grabbed a golf club and stormed into the hall, swinging it at Qi Xuyao without a word.

"Exactly, Weiwei, are you feeling upset? How about we help you again?" Yu Sen smirked.

"Xue Li is my boyfriend, and Xue'er is my best friend. I have always known that Xue Li likes her."

"Ji Changan, you may not believe me now, but I can tell you that sooner or later, you will definitely regret this!" Fang Mulin glared at Ji Anqi, gritting his teeth as he spoke.

He Junchen sat on a dining chair, staring at the plates on the table, and used a fork to stab a piece of food and put it into his mouth.

"I am warning you, do not ever joke about the Ji family's assets again. If you lose the family's wealth, I will truly fight you to the death," Fang Mulin warned sternly.

This place was very secluded, resembling a paradise; it was the perfect place to take refuge.

Too many questions swirled in my mind, like a ticking time bomb, ready to explode with a "bang" at any moment.

Behind me came the sound of heavy objects hitting the ground. The three eliminated candidates had finally managed to walk to the gate of the military camp, and the moment their tension subsided, they collapsed to the ground.

Seeing their companions fall, the other mercenaries nearby looked at Mu Hong with livid faces and expressions of fury.

He gave a bitter smile, and seeing the two clink glasses, he poured himself one as well, tapped the rim against the table, and swallowed it in one gulp.

This person carefully selected a few items and tucked them into his robes. These were the most valuable things, capable of fetching a high price outside, especially since the quality of items within the Mage Tower was inherently high.

Yet, how could one explain everything before his eyes? He was simply too tired. Long Fei could not be bothered to think; he closed his eyes, thinking that if the zombies wanted to bite, let them—he wouldn't even lift an eyelid.

Lin Chengyue's mood improved; she was no longer sighing or wiping away tears as she had been before. Instead, she handed over the embroidered handkerchief of 'Prosperous Peonies' that had been given to her.

"Fan-ge!" Huang Zitao looked at Wu Yifan, who had blocked his path, in disbelief, but Wu Yifan only gave him a meaningful look.

Liang Hao also suppressed what he had originally intended to say, wanting to see what trick the other party had up their sleeve.

However, these were merely level-two demonic beasts, and there were only about a hundred of them. Currently, the entire Vanguard Battalion consisted of over four hundred and seventy people; four soldiers against one Riven-Wind Monkey was more than enough.

I wanted to push Nalan Wushuang away, but I heard her voice, faint and rich, laughing beside me, saying words that only the two of us could clearly hear.

"It’s okay! We know that the boss will never abandon us!" Xiao Xia said loudly.

Zhan Zhao glanced at me and turned to walk out. There was already a commotion outside; it seemed many had awakened. I opened the teapot, which contained half a pot of tea, and poured it into three bowls. Outside the window, the wind carried a scorched scent into the room. Bao Zheng simply dressed with composure, as if he were waking up on any ordinary day.

Jiang Ming kicked and struck Abiao frantically, but Abiao remained silent, curling up with his head in his hands, letting Jiang Ming vent his rage upon him.

Seeing Kolena's gesture, Liu Lianqiao frowned, but thinking that foreign customs were completely different, she said nothing more.

Jiang Ming looked at her deeply upon hearing this, and seeing that her expression was not feigned but showed a glimpse of genuine emotion, he sighed inwardly.

Sometimes, the more you care about a matter, the less well you perform; letting go might actually lead to better results.

Is it Lu Keran? Yan Hechu conjectured. He raised his hand, looked at the local specialties in the box, and shook his head. Since it was him, he would come back later. Just as he was about to leave, his assistant told him it was President Qi and his wife.

"I will go tell Father this good news later; he is about to have three great-grandchildren." Feng Shi clapped her hands in excitement and happily went out to find the Earl of Jinnan.

"When did you open it?" She smiled, pretending that nothing had happened, and sat down on the sofa.

On the clothing factory side, they had recruited over three hundred people this time; after training and subsequent culling, at least two hundred would remain.

He Jiali smiled slightly, cracking the car window to let in some air, her delicate brows furrowing: "Me? I was just curious! Alright, let's go!" She tossed her cigarette, which she had only taken a few puffs of, out the window.

As Leng Qianyun was dragged out of the room by two imperial guards, a barely perceptible, triumphant smile appeared on her face.

The ladder was finally set up, and Sun Xiaozhe was about to signal his agreement, but his subordinates behind him began to clamor.

Comparing the two, the strength of the demon race was far greater than that of the human race. At this time, for the nine sons of the dragon to step forward and wipe out the humans before any powerful cultivators could emerge among them was not a difficult task at all.

Why do offspring bring joy to people, regardless of class, wealth, race, or nationality? It is because they are the continuation of bloodlines, a primitive instinct of humans as animals. Liu Ji ran his fingers through her soft hair, gently patting her back.

"I didn't ask you to save me; you were just trying to play the hero and showing off blindly!" Liu Yueyin did not appreciate the gesture.

The Marquis of Wu'an had not expected General Fu to have such a profound understanding of destiny; it seemed his fourth son, Wang Yuanfeng, had simply mentioned it to him casually. He glanced at the puzzled generals and nodded.

However, such attacks, even if they broke through his defenses, only left shallow wounds on his body that healed in a few seconds. What was the point?

Yet, their screams were of no use. The fire swept through, leaving behind only patches of charred corpses.

A voice entered his ears, its tone filled with slight bewilderment, faint joy, and reflection. It seemed as if a simple form of address had exhausted all the owner's complex and obscure thoughts, pulling Zhang Han back from his contemplation to reality.

Liu Ji would not act recklessly, nor did he want to sacrifice the lives of his brothers in vain. He slung his crossbow over his shoulder and led his men into the forest.

"This Soul-Lock Spike was refined from materials from above the seventh dimension, so even if you have the protection of the Primordial Dimension, you still cannot resist its soul-piercing power," the old man laughed triumphantly.

"Greetings, Uncle Thirteen!" Chen Feng hurriedly stepped forward to greet him. As a former secret master, he still earned his respect.