Chapter 33: Someone Has Ill Intentions

"Coming from the Jade Cake stall? The jade cakes look so good, too! I was wondering what amazing new dessert they'd release next, but a face mask? That's a total crossover."

"I wouldn't call it a crossover! The general store sells all sorts of things anyway."

"But can you really trust a hydrating mask from a general store?"

"Well, if the desserts work, the mask should be effective too, right?"

"188 yuan—that’s more expensive than a lot of big-name brands!"

"This..."

He muttered to himself: If not for the golden light enveloping and controlling me, I would have run away long ago. It wouldn't be unfair to shift all the blame onto that golden light.

At that time, after seeing He Yun'er, he returned to his own faction—the eldest young master of the City Lord's Mansion, the largest power in Mieyao City.

All things in this world share one common trait: they must possess the seven emotions and six desires. The Demon Emperor, though a demonic entity, is no exception. Li Ming’s plan was precisely this: to directly control the Demon Emperor’s emotions and desires, and by doing so, seize control of him to strike him down.

During the month Ding Zhan lived in Bamboo Waterfall Valley, his only playmate was the Ghost-Swallowing Black Tiger Beast. Even though that was five years ago, the beast identifies friends and foes by soul and scent, so it naturally recognized Ding Zhan’s aura.

"All you have to do is simple... just complete your current tasks exactly as instructed..." The Overseer wore an expression, staring fiercely at the fat wizard's face. She replied, enunciating every word, putting particular emphasis on the phrase "exactly as instructed."

Regardless, this situation could be considered a turn for the better. Based on Sandro’s experience, a major turning point always follows a cutscene... provided, of course, that one can pass it.

"You're welcome. Just work hard for Manager Wang from now on," Zhang Wei said with a smile.

"But money shouldn't be thrown away like this," Kim Taeyeon muttered under her breath. To be honest, she lacked confidence. If she didn't perform well, people outside would surely gossip again.

Looking at the stacks of gold coins and banknotes, and at the somewhat roguish Ding Zhan, a thought simultaneously crossed their minds: "What a spendthrift!" They didn't know that when Ding Zhan left the Ziwei Jade Palace, he had almost no gold on him; these coins and notes were all stolen.

Among Chinese fans, Gerrard and Lampard were known as the "Twin Deities" of England. The two held equal status in the England national team. Although they didn't play for the same club, they had a very good private relationship and, having been rivals for so long, knew each other extremely well.

Even when they encountered other cultivators along the way, there was no interaction; they merely exchanged indifferent glances before going their separate ways.

Shouyang had used the "Universe in the Sleeve" technique to store the boulders and the three jade slips, and had not yet brought them out.

Que smiled and reached out her right hand to stroke Lingyin’s head, her fingertips gently combing through the black hair. The silky, comfortable sensation... felt inexplicably suggestive.

Jia Cong briefly recounted how Jia Zhen and his son had lost their moral bearings and clashed after drinking during the Mid-Autumn Festival that year, leading to Jia Rong accidentally killing Jia Zhen. Such a scandalous affair enraged the Emperor, eventually resulting in the Ning household being stripped of their titles.

It was difficult even for someone like Que, whose emotional orientation was one of extreme hatred toward gods, to apply such feelings to them; she found it hard to feel any aversion.

However, before Emperor Chongkang could let his fury rise, a piercing pain in his heart caused a cold sweat to break out across his brow.

That silky skin, the shimmering hair, the adorable lips, the slender limbs...

Liu Yan'er and the disciples looked on in confusion, none of them knowing where Jiang Chang'an intended to take them. The few mischievous young disciples were brimming with excitement and anticipation; their day-to-day, monotonous cultivation had become insipid, and they were eager to see what this fresh method of practice might be.