Chapter 31: How Could You, an Elder, Be So Shameless?

Jian Tang truly did not intend for her gaze to drift downward, but it was just so obvious.

Shen Suinian arched his brows slightly and, with deliberate composure, zipped up his trousers. "How..."

Before he could finish his question, Jian Tang’s face flushed so red it seemed as if she might bleed; she spun around abruptly and fled.

A subtle smirk touched Shen Suinian’s lips as he continued to change his clothes.

When he emerged, Jian Tang heard his footsteps. She sat primly on the chair, feet pressed together, head bowed, not daring to move a muscle—much like a little quail. Even when his black leather shoes appeared on the carpet before her, she did not dare to look up.

Shen Suinian: "How is it?"

Jian Tang sprang up as if touched by a spring. "I didn't see anything through your clothes..."

Chu Haotian flicked a hand seal, and several materials flew out from within the magic formation. As the formation collapsed, a black lion, a half-step Demon Monarch, lunged out immediately.

When Wang Yao arrived, he had already located the spawn point of the Blue Buff, so he pulled Luna along, moving forward almost without a pause.

"Reincarnation implies a fresh start, so it is indeed unnecessary! But the two have different natures and cannot be mentioned in the same breath," Zero said.

General Manager Liu wiped the sweat from his forehead once more, casting his gaze toward Zhang Mingyu and Zhang Lin, who stood behind him.

Naturally, in the face of Sun Shangxiang’s curious questioning, Wang Yao simply gave a vague and evasive answer; he wasn't yet close enough to her to divulge everything.

Furthermore, even Lin Canghai was ignoring Li Muzi, which left Han Ying deeply worried about Li Muzi’s current mental state.

The Earth Dragon had no idea of the potency of the monkey wine. He had downed a full cup of top-grade vintage in one gulp; it was only by sheer luck that he hadn't died.

The Wolf King’s expression was grave. He knew the other party had held back, but he could not yet determine their true intentions.

These black-skinned figures were all swept into the wind, only to fall into his mouth and eventually slide down his throat into his stomach.

Jin Yuanbao didn't know what to make of this Zhou Shiqing; she appeared to be such an innocent person, so why did she act like a temptress?

Rising to put away the blueprints, Mingxuan lifted his gaze, threw on a coat, and pushed the door open. The sound of conversation in the living room became clearer.

Hu Cheng realized that passing through was no longer an option. Just as he was about to turn the car around to take a detour, a series of urgent knocks sounded against the window glass.

Although Pan Heteng successfully deflected the object, he was knocked back three paces by the impact, looking slightly disheveled.

Cruel—it was simply too cruel. As the crowd watched the Ghost Language Bell recreate the scene from back then, they felt a profound sense of horror.

She had worked here for two years and had received countless battle masters, but she had never seen anything like this! Watching Chu Yuan approach step by step, even she, who had served innumerable noble and powerful figures, felt a sudden flicker of nervousness.

"Roughly how much does it cost to build a card-drawing machine?" Li Mu had heard of this stone, but he was unfamiliar with the market rates.

He had watched Yi Qing die right before his eyes, yet he could do nothing. Only those who have experienced that sense of helplessness understand just how painful it is.

Li Mu no longer had the heart to check the rules of the dojo; they were of no difficulty to him anyway, and such trivial matters were for Chu Yun and Chen Jing to fret over.

"Young master, it is I." A weathered face appeared from behind the flag, though it looked sinister no matter how one appraised it. Coupled with the filthy, yellow-stained grime on the flag, Su Chenyang couldn't help but imagine an old man practicing some sort of dual-handed combat technique against the banner.

After receiving the wine, Yang Song stammered a reply, then strode hurriedly toward the restroom.

Chen Tian raised his right hand, solar energy surging forth to coat his fist as he slammed it into the approaching black-robed figure.

To say he wasn't nervous would be a lie. Zhang Beidou had never expected Liu Quan to be so desperate as to stage such a farce.

With a wet, tearing sound, Yuan Shao felt a chill on his back—he had clearly been slashed. Before even a blink had passed, more "squelching" sounds erupted, and Yuan Shao collapsed heavily onto the bed. The eyes of Zheng Kun’s subordinates lit up, and they scrambled to hack away at him.

Ma Jian and his companion were jolted by a sudden shock, the ice crystals shattering. Both stared at Chen Tian with expressions of sheer terror.

Thinking this, Yang Jinxin let out a long breath. She walked up to Qin Muyang, looked up at him, and pleaded with eyes brimming with watery, earnest emotion.

"You are already dead," Lin said coldly. With a graceful roundhouse kick, Attila stumbled to the ground, and Lin drove her spear into Attila’s throat. The second round ended just as predictably.

"Those two are my people. I will dispose of them as I please; I don't need to look to anyone else for approval. Keep beating them!" Ghost Concubine didn't even glance at Wang Yan as she commanded her subordinates.

"You don't even look at what kind of place that is!" Han Chao retorted with his hands on his hips, before opening the door to head outside.

She hadn't expected Liu Bingyi to ask such a thing, and it was a question Huo Chengjun hadn't yet considered. Nevertheless, she answered in an instant, "I can go to Changle Palace." As she spoke, she helped Liu Bingyi remove his outer robe, took off his hairpiece, and combed his hair.

"Fine, you are very good, Zhou Yuan. We shall see." Luo Xuan realized in that instant that he had been played by me.

"Insolent! Do you wish to destroy this place!?" Elder Xue’s expression shifted violently; he was shocked. Not only did I intend to kill him, but I also wanted to destroy the Cloud Peak Palace?

Finally, Ye Huan made up her mind. She smiled faintly and decisively placed her piece on the chessboard, then looked at her man with a triumphant air.

"It is indeed lively, but the Holy Venerable should look over there first. If this continues, there will be trouble. Ye You’an and Jun Hanli... something is truly going to happen to them." The more Ye Fenhuang watched, the more wrong it felt. What on earth was going on with those two?

The ordinary disciples were happy about the extended lifespan, but they looked at the scarred and wounded Flame Valley, nearly thirty percent of their brothers lost, and felt incomparable heartache.

"Boss... save me," Xin Chen lay on the ground, calling out to me weakly, reaching out with a blood-soaked hand.

"When did you learn to use foul language?" I glared at him in dissatisfaction. He was better when he was foolish—at least he followed the rules. Now, he was like a hedgehog ready to prick anyone at any moment.

Li Jiao had clearly not apologized, merely hinting at it, yet she claimed she had already done so. It was truly laughable. But that was just how she was; I had already grown used to it.