Chapter 81: The Serpent Demon’s Sacrifice

Silence. A long, drawn-out silence. Shen Luo turned aside helplessly, gazing at the elderly man in the blue robe who was curled up into a ball behind him, torn between laughter and exasperation.

He tried to soften his tone as much as possible. “It’s all right now.”

At the sound of his voice, the elderly man in blue finally lifted his head...

No, even if these two had saved his life, he couldn’t simply give up the Black Radiant Gold Fruit. If there were only one, he would offer it as a token of gratitude for saving him. As for the words spoken in the principal’s office, in truth, they were merely threats from Qin Youran. Unless she brought pressure to bear through her parents’ influence, she really had no other means.

A faint voice sounded, and in Xiao Hansheng’s eyes as he looked at Qiao Xi, the resolve grew ever stronger.

When Yan Qingwan returned from the Prince of Chen’s residence, Shen Zeye had not come back to the marquis’s manor. It seemed they were intentionally avoiding each other. This cold war left her uneasy. Yet whenever she thought of what was to come, she felt that weaning herself off the days spent with Shen Zeye might be for the best.

“It is not a natural object of the Celestial Realm, so where does it come from?” Clearly, with Yue Zhen’s experience, he didn’t believe it was a product of the Celestial Realm.

“Not necessarily. Sometimes there’s not enough time in the morning—just practice whenever you’re free! I heard from my father-in-law that you’re in the habit of training at night. You didn’t practice yesterday, so you must make up for it today, right? I can spar with you.” Shen Yue’s dark eyes gleamed.

Outside the East Star Tower, dusk had already fallen. The city lights were coming on, cars streamed back and forth, and traffic was at its worst. Taking advantage of the moment, Xiao Hansheng called Qiao Xi once again, but she still didn’t answer.

“You have all shown your thoughtfulness; of course, I wouldn’t be angry. Linlin should understand my intentions.” The emperor paid no heed to their reproaches, gazing steadily at Jiang Linlin’s face, utterly unconcerned.

At first, Uncle Jiu had heard that Chongzhen wanted to go along and thought it would be inconvenient to discuss serious matters with him present. But then he considered that he’d never tasted foreign tea before—how embarrassing it would be to make a fool of himself! Better to take Chongzhen along; the fellow looked wealthy and influential and probably knew how to drink foreign tea.

He thought that by taking the initiative to report the news from the Jinhua Pavilion, he would win her favor—did he really think she was blind to people’s true nature?

Lan Qi was busy staunching Zhuo Nan’s bleeding, cleaning her lower body, then wrapping her with Jing Rong’s undergarment. After Granny Qian changed the bed with clean sheets, Lan Qi laid Zhuo Nan back down and covered her with the quilt.

In stark contrast stood Peter Greenspan, code-named Wormtail. As the Queen of Hearts’ tracker, he had achieved almost nothing; the only time he’d faced the General, he’d been so terrified that he collapsed on the ground—a scene that left a deep impression on Zheng Qing.

Here, the facilities were complete; training grounds of all kinds were integrated and neatly distributed around Baozi Mountain.

To avoid alerting Doctor Strange and prompting him to use the Time Stone’s power, Chen Lu would by no means attempt a frontal assault. The best course was to infiltrate first, restrain Doctor Strange himself, and then launch an all-out attack to cut off reinforcements.

Indeed, even in the West, many people enjoy being naked—like those at the so-called naturist beaches, right? And what about nude runs, isn’t that so?

“It’s been a long time, Baron Strucker. I believe the last time we met was when I’d just become the leader of AIM, wasn’t it?” Killian greeted him amicably; this was hardly their first encounter, though it had been quite some time.

“Is there something you want to say?” June noticed that Liu Chao’s gaze seemed tinged with something suggestive.