Chapter 42: Jian Tang Wants to Get the Crown Prince for Free

Being frank and straightforward in the vanity fair is known as lacking a sense of propriety.

Zhou Lining's lips curved slightly. She picked up the coffee cup on the edge of the table, took a light sip, and remained silent.

"And then? And then?" Seeing that the other person had stopped and had no intention of continuing, Lin Zijun urged again, his voice filled with curiosity.

Or... did he, too, possess a powerful background just like Long Jiu? Of course, no matter what, he would never have imagined that the strongest force behind Liu Tian's family was still inferior to the present Crimson Lotus.

Seeing that their Third Master and Vice City Lord had both been intimidated, the subordinates of Ma Jie and Huang Kun also retreated along with them.

Arriving at the back mountain, seventy or eighty years had passed. The graves he had dug with his own hands back then were surprisingly still there. The inscriptions on the tomb of the Mo Clan patriarch and his wife in the very center, as well as the adjacent tomb of Mo Yuling, were still faintly legible.

Needless to say, Long Tianwei's words were a last resort adopted only when things had reached a desperate impasse. One must know that taking this step was dangerous to begin with, and what if the action was too slow and allowed the bugs to crawl into other vital organs? What then?!

Duan Qiu had originally intended to refuse, as obtaining the Blood Key was not particularly difficult given his strength, but seeing how persistent the elven captain was, he had no choice but to accept it.

Hearing the young man's words, Ye Feng rubbed his nose, a bitter smile flashing across his face, though he made no reply.

Lu Xun's title in his past life was the Radiant Assassin, the only assassin among all assassins who did not fear the shadows and never concealed himself, while Li Fengshun's title in his past life was the Wind Slayer.

"You!" The boy's expression changed abruptly, and in the next instant, his right hand lifted and slashed backward. At the same time, the boy's steps crossed, and he prepared to lunge forward to widen the distance between himself and the person behind him.

"Guili, it's time to rest! Remember, extremes meet," a gentle voice rang out, and the robed monk's face appeared once again, looking at the boy with affectionate eyes, a trace of slight wrinkles lining his face.

We entered the living room and saw two men sitting there with gauze wrapped around their heads; they must have been Yang Caiming's two sons, whom Yang Caiming then introduced. However, his two sons ignored us completely. Yang Caiming asked me not to take offense, saying that his two sons simply didn't care for greeting people—such is life.

Although Qingyi said these things to set her aunt's mind at ease and to comfort her, she also wanted to let her know that Cousin Yalin and Cousin-in-law Mu Huai'en were doing very well.

Hearing such words, Di Xinyan dared not talk back in the slightest and instantly wilted. In the entire Demon Realm, the person she feared most was neither her father the King, nor the formidable demon generals outside, but rather her seemingly frail and gentle Queen Mother.

"You wish to subjugate this Eminence? That is sheer wishful thinking! Even if you wait another hundred years, I fear you lack the capability!" the Demon Lord roared furiously. How could the dignified Demon Lord endure such humiliating injuries? Furthermore, the one who injured him was an immortal spirit with negligible cultivation—how could he easily swallow this bitter resentment?

"Have you ever considered what might happen if they keep fighting and the quota fills up?" Yu Wei voiced her concern.

Before long, Ula, holding Pardo, returned to the cave belonging to her and Monte.

Mo Qiongyan's maternal family was the Mo Prince's Estate, whose current head was the concubine-born Mo Shaolei. Although Mo Shaolei was merely born to a concubine, he single-handedly sustained the prosperity of the entire family. Under his management, the prosperity of the Mo Prince's Estate far surpassed that of the Marquis of Mo's household by an immeasurable margin.

"Have you ever considered the cause behind the excess hormone production in your body?" Lu Yicheng asked her bluntly.

Wang Haiyang believed he must be the most disgraced lawyer in history, seeing as his client was so infatuated with beauty.