Chapter 65: The Two-Timing Vixen

"Th-Thank you, Young Master Xie."

Li Qin had originally been immensely disdainful, but the moment he caught sight of Xie Yuhuai, his eyes widened abruptly.

He stared at the person before him in sheer disbelief, his mind going blank for a fleeting second.

When he finally snapped back to reality, his complexion paled at a visible rate, and his tone turned stuttering and hesitant.

...

As Wen Ninglan finished speaking, her delicate hand slowly rose. Accompanied by her movement, an immensely fierce imperial radiance surged over her body, and layer upon layer of dazzling imperial halos frequently emerged—not eight, but nine of them.

The three of them exchanged a brief communication using divine sense, feeling that they could not make the decision themselves. They intended to return and consult the Patriarch of the Lu family before making a choice.

The mere hundred or so disciples they had brought along were more than enough to dominate a vast territory and reign as kings without a single soul daring to provoke them.

Those old fogeys had precisely taken a fancy to this man's boundless talent and capability, which was why they had locked horns stubbornly with the Patriarch, determined by any means to thrust this man onto the throne of the Young Patriarch, thereby reducing the Patriarch's own biological son to the mockery of an idle loafer within the family.

This was because he had witnessed Han Yifei wandering in and out of the Myriad-Year Profound Demonic Qi as if strolling through an empty courtyard, looking as relaxed and pleasant as someone out for a walk.

The daytime was not very hot, and during the night and early morning, the temperature hovered around the low twenties, making it very comfortable for living.

"What does that have to do with me?" Manager Bai felt that he had been dragged into the muddy waters for no reason at all, completely bewildered.

As for those with deep-rooted religious beliefs, upon seeing the God of Light vanish just like that, they too suffered a mental collapse, making them not particularly difficult to control.

Therefore, he had to completely destroy the bodies and wipe out any traces of these Fang family disciples so that they would not be discovered.

Everyone chuckled in muffled tones, watching Wang Si's expression shift through a myriad of colors, a wave of secret gratification bubbling up in their hearts.

"Here, Xixi, this is your favorite pearl milk tea. I calculated it based on the time your flight landed; drinking it now means it's neither too hot to burn your mouth nor too cold to ruin the taste."

As for the current combat prompt, if it truly possessed the effects it described, then this was undeniably a supernatural phenomenon.

Xue Ning smiled disdainfully, blocking with the wings behind her, and the swirling vortex of vital energy instantly vanished.

"Is it really that exaggerated?" Qin Chuan froze. He genuinely had no idea about this and couldn't help marveling at Uncle Biao's meticulous thoughtfulness.

Had it not been for that pair of slender, sinister eyes that lent him a somewhat wretched air, he would have been quite a handsome fellow. However, at this moment, the man's immediate impression was one of gloominess, evil, and treacherousness.

Lin Hongwei's palm struck forward once more, reducing yet another crow into fine powder.

The higher the risk, the greater the potential reward. There were simply too many uncertain variables in this drama; even though the two were interconnected to a certain degree, absolute foolproof measures had to be taken. Especially since Liu Xi had just gotten a divorce, if she were photographed with a man—particularly Gu Chen—it would undoubtedly trigger a massive storm and stir up quite a turbulent commotion.

That very night, the City Lord's Mansion hosted a grand banquet featuring delectable delicacies, fine wine and savory dishes, accompanied by graceful song and dance to set the festive mood.

Peng Jiang flashed a gesture of three, instantly driving Tuona into an explosive rage; her chubby appearance was exceptionally adorable.

He had always believed that in this world, there was no such thing as causeless love or hatred, nor would anyone willingly bestow unearned favors upon others.

Wan'er had already shown considerable heart, and Yechen was still relatively magnanimous, allowing her a private meeting with them as his final moments approached.

This kind of mechanized divine steed was as massive as an elephant, completely incomparable to the iron-hoofed mechanical steed Lin Xuan had once encountered on the Ghostly Yin Ancient Road.

The elevator doors closed, and the numbers on the display panel surged upward rapidly, breaking through the hundredth floor in the blink of an eye.

Yuhuatai had fallen, and the Japanese invaders could now look down from their elevated position to bombard the walls of Zhonghuamen with artillery, making the defense even more grueling for Zhao Zilong and his National Revolutionary Army brothers.