Chapter 39: The White Bone Serpent Demon

"Ouyang Ke, your time has come. You should understand that in this world, your Ouyang clan is not the only power. If you wish to kill others, you must be prepared to face death yourself!" Lu Yu spoke lightly, yet every word struck deep, killing without shedding blood.

With these words, Lu Yu made his stance clear.

It was just as well—saving Chen Yang the trouble of acting again, after all...

Tiantan played with the copper coin in his hand, the light of wisdom shining in his eyes as if he could see through the dust of the world and glimpse the future.

"Because this is my profession, I'm simply more sensitive to these scents," Ge Yunsong explained to Yang Jian as they walked.

"You can't expect wisdom from a dog's mouth. If you're so capable, go say it in front of your clan leader." Giving Xiangli Wu a dismissive glance, Ye Zhu stood and strode outside.

It was obvious that after so much time together, Fox Spirit knew Ye Zhu’s character well. She understood perfectly that when faced with such matters, Ye Zhu would do whatever it took to investigate and confront them—never to evade or let things slide.

But Fox Spirit's actions were not merely because she knew Ye Zhu would want answers; her greater purpose was to clarify the situation and remind him.

In just moments, several strong men stepped forward, seized the jade hairpin from her hand, and subdued her.

Ye Zhu pursed his lips and said nothing, but his expression spoke volumes—he was a whisker away from calling it nonsense. After all, it was a fourth-rank demon beast; how could anyone expect to get it for nothing?

He truly loved Gu Ruoshui and did not want others to misunderstand her, to think she had snatched him from Lan Yuan. Even though Gu Ruoshui was already dead, he still wanted to preserve all her goodness from her lifetime.

"He's not just Tutia, he's the entire Kangaroo Nation." As the actual ruler of the Kangaroo Nation, Tick would surely be the first to learn of every matter through national channels.

Never mind abolishing Zhou Sheng; just that auction alone—Tang Luo spent millions of gold to buy the peerless pink diamond, all to win a beauty's smile. How could he possibly be short of money?

Compared to Han Mingming's world, Luo Chen knew this was another realm entirely and did not probe further. The general trajectory of the world’s development could be guessed.

Twenty-three years since the descent of spiritual energy, all kinds of bizarre talents have emerged—some powerful, some strange—constantly reshaping people's understanding.

Without warning or any odd light, Zhuge Qing simply vanished from where he stood.

"Very well, Empress Dowager. With your words, we can negotiate with Feng Yinglie." Situ Huangying recalled what Feng Yinglie had once said to her; she had wanted to ask if helping him would restore the Situ family. The reply was clear: if she wished to cooperate, the Empress Dowager must intervene.

Going to the river at night is among the many taboos—Grandfather told me so. Since he chose to go at night, he must have his reasons. I didn’t ask why, just put on my shoes and followed him straight to the banks of the Yellow River.

Looking again at the Prime Minister, his face was as cold and intimidating as ever, yet his attire made it hard not to find him amusing.

This world can be seen as a farm. Once it’s on the right track, just let it grow at its own pace.

"Maybe others were wise and saw from the start that she was ungrateful, so they kept their distance and never dared to befriend her," Nangong Su said with deeper meaning.

It wasn’t just these things—the resort’s original system remained unorganized, and after the food stored by the Black Flood Dragon was distributed, supplies gradually dwindled.

"Are you part snake—or did you eat the snake’s life crystal?" a chef asked, swallowing nervously, as he'd never seen such a way of eating before. Anyone normal would risk choking to death.