21. The Twenty-First Day—I Never Thought...

Just as Dong Zhuo knew him well, how could Jia Xu not have a clear grasp of Dong Zhuo’s nature? Of course, with the sole exception that Dong Zhuo was not a person of this era.

"Great Aunt, he pushed me, my hand is scraped, it hurts so much!" Seeing that Madame Ma seemed somewhat afraid of Madame Zhou, Chen Yu’s eyes welled up with tears as she tremblingly held out her injured hand.

"She is in China, a realm beyond my reach now. I only hope she is doing well there." Ouyang Shanglie’s eyes turned melancholy.

The surrounding crowd looked at the two individuals with no hidden professions and truly did not know what to say, for even without hidden professions, they were already exceptionally powerful.

A fair hand pushed open the car door. It was not large, appearing slender—the hand of a half-grown child.

"I think so. Look at the rust here," Mo Mo said to Ye Xuantian, pointing to a spot on the ornament.

Seeing the cave entrance drawing near, the plump man suddenly let go. With a twist of his body, he seemed to pause in mid-air for a fleeting moment. Xie Bangui simultaneously kicked out at the fat man’s palm. Borrowing the force, the man flew backward two zhang and landed squarely in the sand and gravel at the cave’s entrance.

The Empress, seeing Tianqi begin to spout nonsense to tease the Sixth Princess, remained silent, watching the siblings joke around with a smile.

"It’s delicious. I was just wondering if it would be even better with some chili added." Lian Cheng stared longingly at the plate of bright red chili oil in Jiang Chen’s hands.

Of course, Ye Feng was unaware of these current circumstances. Although he had considered that there might be some repercussions before meeting Yang Guang, he had not expected the impact to be so significant.

Old Zhang smiled. He truly did not know what treasures lay beneath the pool; his strength lay in his obedience—he never asked what he shouldn't and never spoke of what he shouldn't. That was precisely why he was so favored by the master within the stone house.

He was somewhat skeptical that a pie had suddenly fallen from the sky, and he began to chatter incessantly. Even though Chen Lin did not understand Burmese, he could discern his meaning: was he really intending to trade cars with him?

Under the moonlight, Jiang Anyi’s face was radiant, his eyes flashing with confident light. Zhang Keji sighed inwardly and did not try to persuade him further. Jiang Anyi’s official career had been smooth sailing; it was inevitable for a young man in a high position to be high-spirited. Forcible admonishment would likely fall on deaf ears, so he would have to give a few words to Shitou, asking him to remind Jiang Anyi from time to time.

Regardless, the meat of the Level 3 leopard beast was quite fragrant, and the entire cave was permeated with the aroma of roasted meat, making it irresistible.

"Arrogant!" Jiang Anyi roared. He slapped his hands onto the edge of the round table, channeled his internal energy, and spun his hands. The tabletop flew up like a giant spinning blade, sending the wine and food scattering as it slashed fiercely toward Xu Mingyuan.

Xiao Huan gripped Pan Xiaowen’s hand tightly; she was also incredibly nervous, her clothes soaked through with sweat.

The plane ticket was for tomorrow. Su Ruyin’s schedule was not just tight, but exceptionally so. If one were to say she truly didn’t care about the gamble between them, Chen Lin would never believe it.

Sending Lu Shengyuan off, Lu Congming curled his lip. Anyone could pay lip service, but helping to boost Lu Shengyuan’s fame was a trivial matter, and building some rapport for the future was not a bad idea. Returning to his room, he yawned repeatedly; unable to stay awake any longer, he went to bed, missing his chance.

Perhaps before, they felt that even if problems arose, the existence of the Wang family as a whole would prevent them from collapsing easily or facing unsolvable crises overnight. Even if trouble came, it would be a slow and lingering process that gradually wore the entire family down.

The great demon walked before Fang Tianmu and reached out. The Gu Dragon Scarlet Demon Sword rose slowly. The moment he grasped the hilt, the aura of the underworld seemed to boil, but in the next instant, the demon’s palm was pierced by the power of the magic sword, and the sword fell, embedding itself into the ground.

As the door opened, a fresh scent of grass and wood rushed to meet them. Had one ever seen a living room with over fifty percent greenery? Xu Qing saw it with his own eyes today; the walls and floors were covered in an unknown scaly green plant. It looked a bit like lichen on the outside, but it was tougher and drier, feeling like a plush carpet underfoot.

Wei Luo nodded. The old woman who served her? She only had a faint, vague impression, nothing distinct.

When Qiao Ran returned to the hotel, Lin Meili’s figure was long gone. But on the floor, glass lay quietly, shattered into pieces.

The assassin leader, Gong Qian, was furious. He had not expected this boy, who resembled a catamite, to have such quick wit. Seeing the Jin youths drawing their ornamental swords and running closer, while dozens of men in the distance were galloping to report to the city, he became anxious and enraged.

Just a moment ago, he had been feeling smug about killing a few zombies that had filled others with infinite terror.

"Damn it! How did I forget that!" When Liu Xiaosheng returned to the entrance of his shop, where renovations had been halted, he suddenly remembered he had forgotten to ask the other party for the renovation fees, and he couldn't help but pat his forehead with a bitter smile.

"It’s... somewhere around here." Bei Wanxing looked at the scenery flashing past outside the window; she had no idea... where this even was.

Shaking his head to dispel the illusions in his mind, Lin Chen walked over and opened the metal cabinet directly opposite him.

"Luo Jiusuan, isn’t your Heavenly Fate Sect known for never miscalculating a hex? Can you cast one for me?" Although Tang Jie had some inkling of the situation, facing Lin Yan, he dared not be careless and decided to use a safer method.

Although Qing Hong’s movements were very secretive, a large number of factions had begun tracking and searching for him the moment he left the Sacred Mountain, among them the most evil and mysterious organization—Sin.

"Underworld King, who do you think it could be? Someone who could make Niya kneel and even beat her face into a pig’s head?" Fack asked with great interest.

"Yes, my lord." Ye Fei and the mutated book-worm exchanged glances, nodded, and turned to leave.

Although this ancestor did not possess the bloodline of the Liuyun family, no one doubted his loyalty to them. Having gone unseen for so long without sending back a single message, he must have met with disaster, and the Aofeng family’s rumors likely had ulterior motives.