Volume 1, Chapter 34: My Lord, My Brother Is Not Quite the Same

"In that case, you should punish Mu Huan and Beibei. Besides, they also killed the Ninth and Eighth Floor Masters," Chu Li said with a faint smile.

"Director Li, we are both Northerners. I toast to you; I wish you smooth sailing in your work and success in all your endeavors... I’ll finish mine; feel free to drink as you please." Xiao Jia raised her glass high and downed the liquor with bold enthusiasm.

The four of them, Mu Huan included, watched this chaotic scene in confusion. Anyone unaware might have thought the Liu family was mourning the dead.

The guard accepted the order and left. The old man also dismissed Lady Taoyao, then sank into deep thought, lost in his own contemplations.

"So, in the end, it’s my fault?" An indignant voice rang out. Elder Xukong, Lin’er’s master, had arrived.

Nie Wushuang’s eyes dimmed. She had spoken hurtful words in the heat of the moment without considering the consequences.

Chu Pan walked outside without a word. He sat on a large rock at the mouth of the cave, where he could see everything around him, making it easy to keep watch.

Liu Jiaojiao glanced to her left from the corner of her eye. Those people were kneeling below the high platform; she could only see their backs and bowed heads.

However, as one wave of the corpse-soul army fell, another rose, possessing a stubbornness like weeds that spring back even after being burned by wildfire. Feeling indignant, Lord Fanghua decided he was ready for another round.

Following the direction she pointed, he truly saw a bald, ancient tree three people tall, standing motionless in place.

"They never talked about these things before, but now that there are three geniuses, they start bringing them up," Hua Jiyang clicked his tongue and said.

Wang Sanpang pursed his lips and raised his voice, saying that since he had already come, he would be unwilling if he didn’t try for himself. Yet, it was easy to hear from his tone that the fatty lacked confidence and was inwardly apprehensive.

Expelling the toxins from her blood would not be a task accomplished in a day. With her current spiritual power, she could only suppress them temporarily to prevent them from spreading further. To cure it completely, she would need to find another way.

The Nether Sect did not mention seeking revenge for Pan Feng; instead, they ordered the mountain gates sealed and activated all defensive arrays, acting as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

The soul storm swept in, hacking incessantly at Lu Chen’s soul armor. Sparks flew and ear-piercing sounds erupted, but the armor was not breached; it remained as intact as before.

An Ling had no such intention, but in the early stages of the patrol team, the other party had the final say, and by then, some signs had already appeared.

Shen Yue breathed a sigh of relief. She was afraid Su Yunwan would have nothing to live for, as evil spirits possessing the body meant there was no hope for cultivation.

Huangfu Changming’s expression was calm, a deep sense of confidence in his eyes. He then utilized a strange movement technique to approach the Qiongqi beast, his hand once again condensing a hundred-foot blade of light with his broadsword.

The Demon race were all arrogant and warlike. It wasn’t that they couldn't feel fear, but they would only fear those who truly crushed them with superior strength.

Because of this, his resolve only hardened. He vowed to work hard, study martial arts diligently under his master, and look forward to becoming her solid and reliable right hand in the future.

Luo Ningxin approached Fang Yuqian with great caution. Only after confirming that Fang Yuqian was not being followed did she reveal herself.

"Who said I wanted to break your barrier? I only need to seal it so you cannot come out for the time being!" the light shadow beside the Heaven-One Realm cultivator replied calmly.

That day, there was clearly no trace of demonic aura felt. So, who could it have been? Why did Yun Yan leave Tianshan, and for what reason? Not only did it cause Yun Yan to leave, but it also left the girl injured.

After speaking, she ignored the man and collapsed directly onto the large bed. She liked this bed, so she enjoyed falling asleep on it. She remembered how she used to fall asleep on this very bed; she wondered if it would be the same today.

"Disc Immortal, your father is angry," Mao Xinxin whispered. She truly cared about this man she had fought so hard to marry and was terrified of him being displeased.

Although she had long since resigned herself to fate, knowing there was no way to compare, she still couldn't help but feel envious and jealous whenever she saw them.

Good news had come from the Gu family again: Gu Qingcheng had been officially appointed as the Mayor of B City, dropping the "Acting" prefix from his title.

Even so, Murong Xue remained unaffected, as Han Feng had deployed his Dao field in time to shield her firmly.

After a long while, the Emperor sighed, "In the blink of an eye, Eunuch Gao has also grown old." It seemed he had heard the words Yun Wanyong spoke before leaving.

"This is all the Demon Emperor’s doing." If it weren't for the Demon Emperor, he couldn't think of anyone else. But what exactly did the Demon Emperor use to trap the girl in her dream? He hadn't yet analyzed that part.

However, upon entering the supermarket, Murong Yan-yu realized he had made a wrong choice, as it was Friday.

At this very moment, Li Hui was also pondering this question: "Chunliu, go and find out how the Wang woman and the others are doing!" Having lived in the capital for so many years, the Wang woman wore everything on her face; it was impossible for her to have noticed nothing.

The elderly maid stepped forward and led them over. It must be said, after a good wash, the fatigue on their bodies dissipated, and their moods instantly brightened.

Lin Qingxia was also quite infatuated with kissing; it allowed her to deeply feel Murong Yan-yu’s presence. Kissing him was different from acting in movies; it gave her a dazed feeling of being cherished by a lover, unable to pull herself away.

Seeing Daiyu speak this way, the Princess of Wu frowned, though she ultimately said nothing more to her. Even Wanyu frowned slightly, wanting to say more, but she noticed that the main palace where the Empress resided was already nearby.

After several years of development, Feng County had grown with incredible speed. Not only had its income surged, but its population had exploded as well. The original county town could no longer accommodate the residents and commercial activities; the outskirts had already been utilized, and its scale was no less than that of an average provincial capital. Gao Feng’s proposal to expand the city was based on this.

Once the business was concluded, it was already lunchtime. Murong Yan-yu invited everyone present to a Cantonese restaurant near the company for a grand feast.