Volume One, Chapter Ninety-One: Cousin, I’m Taking You to Broaden Your Connections

Huo Lin had already failed to gain the slightest advantage from her third younger brother the last time, and on top of that, she had been humiliated beyond measure.

From that day on, she came to bear a grudge against Shen Ruzhi.

Her mother had been right: that wretched girl truly was a jinx who brought calamity the moment she returned home. Nothing good ever came of her coming back.

In full view of everyone, she had pushed Huo Mengyi down the stairs.

And yet those people still sided with her. Truly blind.

"Thank you, Mr. Gu. May I go over there and have a look?" Fu Yao said, pointing into the distance.

When the man said the words "Mr. Gu," Fu Yao finally stopped calling him a liar or anything of the sort. Her face went blank, and she staggered forward with difficulty, not even noticing that the light ahead had turned green.

At last they reached the second floor. The western corridor was streaked with blood, and it was clear that it, too, had been through a brutal slaughter. The only comfort was that Gao Fei found no corpses there.

The man she had loved for a full ten years had actually rejected her confession in front of everyone. Worse still, he had even taken Zhang Ran by the hand and stormed out of the scene before her very eyes.

The moment she entered, Gu Nian was pressed down and tormented by him. In her dazed state, Gu Nian vaguely felt that most of the night must have passed, yet when she looked at the clock, she realized that at this hour on any ordinary day, the two of them would not even be considering sleep.

He was back! That was the only thought in Fu Yao's mind when she saw Gu Tingjun. She only did not understand why his expression seemed so strange, why he stared straight at her as if confirming something, moving from tension to steadiness at last.

While they were speaking, the police car happened to pass through an intersection. Beyond it lay the heart of Queens.

A long spear drove straight into the target, piercing Gao Lishi's heart through and through. The poor man let out a howl, his fingers curling slightly as he reached toward Erlang's True Lord, but his body had already gone limp. Erlang's True Lord, meanwhile, seized the opening as Gao Lishi's arms parted, and with a dragon's roar he thrust upward, striking straight for the face.

The old man let out a sorrowful sigh. He seemed about to say something, but the words would not come. At last, he extended a withered arm and handed over an object.

Was this the moment she could act, rescue the leader of the Golden Light Sect, and then have a proper talk with him about remaining here in the days to come?

Without stopping, she rushed into the laboratory, shut the door, locked it tight, and quickly moved away from the doorway.

Earlier, when she saw the abundant food on the coffee table, she had thought this apartment would not lack provisions, and that she need not worry about food for the time being.

Ding Xiangjie said no more. He looked coldly at Chen Che, sizing him up and down, as though waiting for Chen Che to take a stance as well.

This time, the Sun Marshal had truly gone all in, gritting his teeth to dispatch the seven most powerful Northern Dipper Lords currently available to Heaven, intent on blowing apart the Eastern Wastelands in one stroke and dealing a crushing blow to Jin Ni.

Dongzi? When did you get back? Zheng Changgen blurted out, scarcely daring to recognize Qiao Weidong at first glance.

Heaven claimed to desire nothing from the mortal world, and so it had all along stood there like clay idols and wooden puppets, never once governing the realm of men.

That was why she treasured it so deeply. She widened her eyes, wanting to see clearly every brick and tile, every scene and object of this age.

"If that is so, then the terror of that battle is simply unimaginable," Mu Jiuzhou said, drawing a deep breath, his voice trembling faintly.

That man, lofty and unafraid, for the first time wore an expression filled entirely with worry and fear.

And when I heard that unprecedented, never-before-heard long account of his, my heart rate inevitably quickened, at least a little. Understanding something in private is one thing; hearing it from his own lips was quite another.

Jin Lan was a born merchant, vain and flamboyant, possessed of an innate gift for business. For thousands of years, by ruthless means, he had amassed endless wealth for the Demon Palace, and it was precisely this that had allowed the demon race to develop so rapidly in so short a time.