Volume 1, Chapter 40: How Could He Be So Cruel?

"All right then! If Xiaofeng has something to take care of, you should go ahead! But you still owe us that dinner, and the brothers are definitely holding you to it!" said Xiang Yu.

As soon as Zhang Xiaofeng finished speaking, Cheng Minjie realized the severity of the situation, and the two of them hurried down the stairs.

At this moment, as the will of the inner demon deepened, several strands of demonic intent began to crawl upward from Gong Yang's wrists. Those pitch-black demonic intent tendrils, which had previously been confined to his heart and limbs, spread in the blink of an eye toward his neck and face.

Just as Juemingzi finished carving the runes and led a group of Eastern Wasteland cultivators howling and charging away into the territory of the Western Wasteland—

After pondering for a brief moment, Gong Yang cupped his fists toward Xue Mingzi, whose eyes were covered in bloodshot veins and looked as terrifying as a ghost.

Could he have misread? Shen Qiufeng actually said that his speech would stutter? Zhang Xiaofeng rubbed his eyes, profoundly expressing his disbelief.

"Next, let our R&D manager tell everyone more about the department's future outlook." As soon as the two of them sat down, Manager Liu Tai's voice rang out.

"What's wrong..." Zhang Xiaofeng waved his hand in front of them a few times before their attention finally focused.

"Get lost!" Xiao Yan's palm shot out instantly. The Dou Qi lying dormant within his body surged, and his entire arm emanated a fierce, unyielding vibration that tore through the air as it moved.

This was a massive space within the mountain, though there were no other paths to follow. Only on the wall of one section were the traces of a stone door; evidently, this too was a stone door, yet it was immeasurably larger than the previous one, standing a full eight or nine meters tall.

Chen Jingyi introduced them one by one to Tang Shuang, from elders to peers, and Tang Shuang greeted each of them in turn. It was clear that most people liked her, and their attitudes were quite warm.

"Well-timed!" the Blood Dragon roared fiercely, its body surging with a monstrous aura of malevolence. A terrifying dragon shadow suddenly condensed, and amidst the rolling boundless malice, even the space itself distorted.

"The baby should be born. Don't panic yet; the doctor should be carrying the child out immediately," Yu Yuehan said, feigning composure.

The dark red wine liquid refracted little spots of light under the brilliant lights, casting them right across Shang Xin's face.

"Naturally, it's me!" Xiao Ci raised his head and saw Chu Yanling standing before the door in a suit, gazing at him with a smiling expression.

Seeing Meng Wuhen standing in the distance without a word, and looking back at the now-devastated Southern Sword Manor, Xie Chengjiang sighed and walked over to Meng Wuhen's side.

"But weren't we just pretending to be a couple to help each other out in the first place?" After a long while, Yu Liuliu finally recovered her voice and asked weakly.

"Since you've put it that way, I won't haggle with you either. How about this, just casually hand over a few higher-tier battle techniques to me, and then I won't have to practice these pieces of junk anymore." Chu Mo immediately seized the opportunity to press his advantage, beginning to demand higher-level cultivation methods.

Ever since he joined this conversation, he had been smiling all along, only watching everyone without saying a single word.

He felt a pain in his shoulder as his Zier bit down hard on it, leaving a deep mark. Then, her ice-cold hand caressed his burning chest. With just a few teasing strokes of hers, he was already panting heavily, his heart itching with unbearable desire.

Furthermore, these men were well-trained; they didn't look like martial artists from the pugilistic world at all, but rather like professional assassins.

"My friend and I were fishing in a certain sea area near the South China Sea last time, and we reeled in a grouper weighing over two hundred pounds. Uncle, you have no idea, that was truly impressive!" said the younger man.

Everyone remained silent, looking at Long Qingyun with worry written all their faces. A wave of warmth washed over Wei Changfeng's heart, and he felt a growing sense of fondness toward Long Qingyun.

As luck would have it, that scene had taken root in his mind, and now it chose this exact moment to pop up uncontrollably, flashing before his eyes every now and then alongside Dong Ru's two soft mounds that were practically about to bounce out.

Su Zhi possessed exceptional lightness kung fu. The moment he thought of the ice cellar, he stopped following the others and headed straight for the ice cellar on his own.

In their village, an entire pig was generally slaughtered collectively, and then every household in the entire village would receive a small share so everyone could eat meat together.

The Emperor was astonished upon hearing this, not expecting Father Su to bring this matter up himself. He had originally been hesitating, but now, this was truly a tremendous help to him.

The hour of dusk had not yet arrived. Figuring that Shen Luo and Su Ying were getting along well enough, and feeling that he couldn't and didn't want to muscle into their conversation, Su Zhi felt rather awkward. He claimed that he felt somewhat drunk and would go for a walk outside the garden to sober up.

"Trust me, we don't need this." She could walk out of this deep forest even with her eyes closed.

After a long while, he seemed to have run out of strength from coughing and finally stopped. Yet Shen Luo completely ignored the earth-shattering fits of his coughs, as though she would wait even if he coughed all night long until he grew quiet, ready to pick up right where she left off.

It was very likely that this couple had died together inside this hospital, and right up until their dying moments, they were still wearing their work uniforms.

The next day, Qi Hui still felt exhausted after waking up. Thinking back to how wild and ruthless Wang Yaotang had been last night, he sat there and shook his head incessantly.

Facing this kind of Shiyang, Ji Mo showed tremendous patience and even spared no effort to consider things from her perspective. To be honest, Ji Mo's image in her eyes had gained a slightly favorable impression.

With a wave of his hand, a set of table and chairs appeared, and the three of them took their seats. Hua Qingchi took out three bowls, placed them in front of him, and then slowly lifted the seal of the jar.

Alos widened his eyes in an instant. For some reason, how did these two turn into sworn enemies? Could it be because of conflicting professions?

Qi Hui nodded. Dong Jian's words were much more pragmatic; rather than arguing here, it was better to walk around, listen more, and observe more.

Therefore, he found it somewhat difficult to understand why the other person's emotions were fluctuating in such a manner.

Because it only required twenty million with a three-month term—which happened to be one billing cycle for Tonghui Mall—and was backed by company assets as collateral, virtually all the banks were willing to take it on.