Volume One, Chapter 132: Hosting a Dinner Invitation
"My wife is still waiting for me at home, so you'll have to figure something out yourself," Chu Ming said.
Hearing this, Mu Feifei was momentarily stunned.
"You... you're married?" she asked instinctively once she regained her senses.
Chu Ming nodded and replied, "Pretty much. We're holding the wedding in a few days."
"If you're scared, just order some delivery. There are plenty of options at this hour," Chu Ming added.
Su Chi suddenly shuddered violently—a searing, unbearable pain shot through his palm, as if he had plunged his hand into a pot of boiling oil.
"You had better reveal the secret immediately, or I will kill you right now." The black orb that had previously wounded the Yin Demon Elder reappeared, and he made a gesture as if to execute the Ginseng Child.
"Commander?" he looked toward the Commander. The Commander merely shook his head, signaling for Mr. Wang to explain.
The last of the Great Freedom Devas watched as the head of the Hariti was blown apart by a single punch. With his comrades all dead, the pride and arrogance he had held as one of the Twenty-Four Devas vanished without a trace.
At the same time, the Golden Cicada transformed into a Taotie, raised its straw-like proboscis, vibrated its wings, and darted toward the souls of the remaining dozen ghost monks.
The flying car raced as if in a mad dash to outrun the sunlight, skimming the ground at four hundred kilometers per hour. The anti-gravity thrusters pushed the vehicle silently, pressing everyone firmly against their seats.
"They returned to the Miao territory; there is something there that needs attending to. Is there something you need?" Shui Li's voice came through the phone.
"Don't worry, Brother Zhuo. We can easily gather forty or fifty people here, no problem." Wang Bingyi was also in attendance. His estimate was conservative; counting only his fellow imperial examination graduates and local associates, the number would far exceed that.
After experiencing consecutive life-and-death battles, they had finally discovered the secret of the Profound Heaven Yin-Yang Arts. The only regret was that Mu Ningyou was not currently with them, making it impossible to unlock that secret.
As Jing Yizhu's voice faded, he looked toward the distance, where the major sects of Wulin City had arrived with their disciples.
"Very well, I understand your meaning. This is a perfect opportunity to send our main force out to sea, keeping all the empires in the dark regarding our true strength while we focus on developing maritime resources," Yu Shengxiang said.
Although he was basically certain that he wasn't chatting with a ghost, he still didn't dare to be careless. He instructed the other person to avoid the main hall, and Mi Hun began to walk toward the depths of the corridor, guided by the light of his mobile phone. Like the corridor he had entered earlier, this one was completely empty.
He said this and quickly departed from the other side. If it weren't for these circumstances, she would never have waited here. Yet, given how matters stood, any other outcome would likely be worse. Even if things continued this way, he should have seen it clearly by now.
"What do you think?" Miyamoto Lie frowned, looking around at the others present.
Blood flowed incessantly from the sword wound on her chest, staining a large portion of her clothes. While facing Emperor He, her nerves had been so taut that she hadn't felt much, but as she suddenly exhaled in relief, the pain washed over her entire body, and she fainted.
He held the paper money, scattering it continuously over the grave mound, and lit several candles beside it.
That fat man's remark made me realize it immediately; the way he put it really made me feel that perhaps they were down below.
"Isn't that Ou Hua, Liu Yilu, and Zuoqiu Lu?" Kou Xu suddenly pointed at the surveillance monitor and said.
"My Lord." He hesitated, afraid of angering Bu Qianhuai; after all, living under someone else's roof, one has no choice but to bow one's head.