Chapter 82: The Deceptive Art That Tests the Human Heart, Though Far from Sophisticated

Good and evil are separated by only a thin line; a single misstep can lead one to fall into an abyss with no end.

During her high school years, Xintong Jie learned to compare herself with others and became vain. At the same time, Shuifeng Xiang had already accumulated more than ten thousand yuan of external debt in Jiejiagou Village—a substantial sum in the 1990s. Even today, in rural areas, ten thousand yuan is no small amount.

After picking up bad habits, Xintong Jie’s once decent grades plummeted, and her college entrance exam results were all too predictable. Failing the exam, she returned to Jiejiagou Village to help Shuifeng Xiang with farm work. Yet, accustomed to spending lavishly and never having worked the fields since childhood…

Moreover, unlike Naruto, Tiantian has no specific target. If one speaks of purpose, then everyone in this world is her target.

“Could that human skin be related to something from the Tibetan lands?” Luo Yin pondered and finally voiced his question.

“So, this is your last chance, Tears—the chance to refuse,” Tiantian looked at Tears and smiled.

This time was different from the last. After Yan Chen’s sword pierced the right claw of Calamity Armor and interrupted its movement, he did not continue the attack. Instantly, he withdrew his longsword from Calamity Armor’s claw.

A complex emotion, blending regret, reluctance, and a hint of happiness, swirled in her heart.

Spotting the bananas, the gorilla displayed an expression remarkably like human joy. Its broad, shaggy hands reached out—clumsy yet eager, waiting merrily for food.

Since confirming Yan Chen was also a transmigrator, Chunxue Yutian had felt a certain fear towards him. To keep his own secret forever, he had secretly devised a series of plans against Yan Chen. Though none succeeded, Chunxue Yutian had gained a fair grasp of Yan Chen’s abilities.

No matter what, after this battle, the ninja world would undergo a transformation—even if Tiantian’s ending was defeat.

Under these circumstances, setting a reward too high felt pretentious; too low, and he was exhausted. He found it hard to decide.

“Business?” Chen Ming said aloud, but in his heart, he could guess Daiguang Chuan’s purpose for seeking him.

Snowflakes had begun to fall again, the sky uncertain. The street was tranquil, only the occasional distant bark of a dog breaking the silence.

“Anyway, hurry up and send me the video. I’ll ask upstairs what we should do,” Yang Tian patted Zhao Chengzhi’s shoulder and turned to leave.

“Father! I don’t even know who his grandson is or what he looks like. How could you agree?” the bride ghost cried anxiously.

A flash of brilliance passed through Ren Ji’s eyes. The three-pronged double-edged blade materialized in his hand, and suddenly bloodthirsty intent surged. Ren Ji’s vast immortal power flooded forth; in a single, abrupt slash, the blade’s energy domineered, cutting into the spatial secret realm before him, forcibly opening a space channel.

As the music began, many customers who had been seated in their booths rose and walked to the center of the dance floor, beginning to gently sway to the rhythm.

Now, Qiao Qin was their only hope. If, because of Qiao Qin's matter and their own reasons, Old Lady Qin passed away, they would be burdened with guilt and regret for a lifetime.

Su Ruochu’s cheeks instantly flushed. She lifted her head, only to find Chen Fan’s gaze fixed intensely upon her.

His first thought was naturally Ye Linglong; he feared Qiao Mengjiao might sneak into Ye Linglong’s room while he ate, repeating her old tricks.

At least for now, it could be confirmed that the Myriad Worlds Fishing software brought nothing but benefits to him.

Shen Yunyou’s reproach left Ye Zixuan’s body stiff and rigid. After a moment’s daze, Ye Zixuan ignored the dagger at his throat, risked danger, and broke free from Shen Yunyou’s grasp.

Ji Yuchen’s formidable divine sense had already enveloped the entire mountaintop. Within his perception, Ji Yuchen had not detected anyone’s presence. The voice, however, seemed to emanate from within the Houyi Hall.

“Damn Mendes, damn Anelli—did a mule kick Anelli’s brains?” Chen Long slammed the tactical board to the ground in fury.