Chapter 74: Sacrifice - Part 4

“From now on... don’t come to this street again.” The man spoke calmly, a gentle expression briefly softening his features, but within a second, his face returned to its former coldness.

So, tomorrow, she would have to meet that person again. Though she didn’t want to admit it, she had to face the reality. That was why she told him, when he was busy, not to worry about her. She had little ability, almost living at the very bottom of society, but there was a stubborn pride in her bones that kept her from becoming someone who, despite giving nothing in return and being weak and helpless, shamelessly enjoyed others’ care and protection.

She glanced at the calendar on her phone. She’d only moved in this month, and Luo Gang would probably settle in as well. She had less than two thousand saved, and would have to wait until her expenses for the month cleared before she could afford to rent a place and pay the deposit.

Sun Shangxiang’s mouth twisted in anger at those words. If not for Da Qiao being such a wonderful sister-in-law, she would never have come here.

The stall owner didn’t trust Xiaocheng, but he did trust Wu Dao. So, after hearing this, though he didn’t fully approve of unlicensed driving, he didn’t say anything more.

The officers, including Hu Che’er, looked at Jia Xu with awe. The old tactician was so cunning—he must have a plan.

Yuan Tan pulled out the white scarf of the God of Gambling from his chest, though in truth he had fetched it from the system’s inventory.

Lu Feifan looked at the bun covered with dirt, nodded, then raised his hand and applauded.

“Handsome, my foot.” He Qiong still showed utter disdain whenever that person was mentioned, dropping herself into a chair and crossing her legs with icy elegance.

As the squeaking stopped abruptly, the dumpling’s eyes snapped open. They glowed bright green, sparkling with light. Luckily, Shangguan Mengmeng had gone to park the car; otherwise, seeing the dumpling like this would have surely scared her out of her wits.

“Is that so?” Duanmu Hao looked at Han Jingxuan. Han Jingxuan nodded, though she had no idea why An Xiang’er suddenly spoke kindly of Qingyi.

To get closer to the Luo family, Liang Yuanshen had abandoned all princely airs these past days, following Luo Lingjin to help with funeral arrangements as a junior, returning only at sunset each day.

Idly, he fetched a bottle of high-end hangover tea from his space. Regardless of its effectiveness, he hurried to brew a pot for the old man. And it really worked—after drinking a whole pot, the old man’s face color faded a bit, no longer as red as a monkey’s behind.

When the chicken cubes floated to the top, Ji Ruyan added mushrooms, filling the entire cave with a delicious aroma.

Lin Su, seeing their expressions, couldn’t be bothered with them anymore. She’d thought those who rushed over so eagerly would be quick-tempered, but hadn’t expected them to be so patient.

“Sister Yunxue, thank you. You saved Jin Xiu’s life, and Jin Xiu will always be grateful to you.” Jin Xiu bowed to Yunxue.

“Go to sleep!” An Haotian patted her gently, hung up the phone, and switched it off. For him, nothing mattered more than her.

Lizhu laughed heartily at her husband’s teasing. Her spirits lifted, and she soon fell asleep. Yun Ting, seeing his wife drift off with a smile, relaxed and embraced her, falling into a deep sleep himself.

“The day after tomorrow is the Red Gate’s gambling event in Europe. Should we cancel?” In the car, An Li looked at the man in the back seat and asked. Her face was as cold as ever, as though it held no emotion but chilliness.

In an instant, countless lifeless Shadow Clan members plummeted, only to be fought over and devoured by their surviving kin.

“Thank you for your trust, Your Highness. I can’t guarantee much else, but if anyone tries to harm you, they’ll have to step over my corpse first.” Lieutenant Liao did not refuse but knelt on one knee and spoke solemnly.

“Damn assassin! You interrupted my most crucial cultivation. I’ll kill you!” The next moment, an enraged roar echoed from the palace below Li Zhi. A figure with white wings sprouted from its back shot into the sky, chasing fiercely after him.

Xie Jun rapidly changed the vibration pattern on the mental defense shield beside him, preparing to ward off the opponent’s mental and quasi-mental attacks. In fact, the simplest method was to cast the same spell as the opponent, creating a clash that made all field fluctuations disappear naturally.

After saying this, Wang Sancai struck Zhou Ran unconscious. He didn’t leave immediately but sent his vital energy probing into Zhou Ran’s brain.

And so, Li Zhi kept boarding ships, killing, seizing vessels, quickly capturing seven or eight large pirate ships. His soul cultivation gradually neared its peak.

Just as Leng Xuan expected, before long Uncle Zhang returned and brought him into the city.

“Why does this feel like a secret agent rendezvous?” That line was spoken a bit loudly, immediately attracting the guards’ attention. Jay Chou hurriedly shut his mouth, unable to hide the terror in his eyes.

Yan San didn’t wait for the Master of Medicine Valley to speak, but said directly. The two were old acquaintances; with a glance, they knew what the other meant.

With her son by her side, Mo Li spent her days watching over him, cared for by her mother. She was fine during the day, but at night, alone with her sleeping child, she was still afraid.

She ignored Li Yuanhao’s words, and, setting up a stove, boiled water before putting in the Eighteen Scholars. As the water boiled, she stirred gently. Li Yuanhao watched her, his eyes shining.

Among these pursuers, a few skilled ones used lightness techniques to chase after Lin Chuxia.

Inside the car, Chu Ci sensed the eyes outside. While trying to rescue Mo Li’s skirt from the seatbelt, he paused, his whole body leaning over her. From outside, it looked quite ambiguous. But what was with that girl’s excited, gossipy expression as she looked at him?