Chapter 138: Little Phoenix of the Club

Before Jiang Fan could retort, Xiaofeng unexpectedly took his side and chimed in, "Yueyue, looking someone directly in the eye is just polite. How can you call that lecherous?"

Yueyue pouted and teased, "Oh, oh, oh! You're not even officially together yet, and you're already sticking up for each other and speaking in tandem. It looks like there's really a story here!"

Yueyue's words were too direct. A shy flush crept across Xiaofeng's face, and she gazed intently at Jiang Fan without taking up Yueyue's challenge.

Seeing Xiaofeng's shy expression, Jiang Fan stopped joking around as well. Instead, he complained to Yueyue, "Even spending money to please you isn't enough to shut your mouth."

Seeing Jiang Fan and Yueyue bantering as if he no longer needed to dwell on the matter concerning Old Seven, Brother Hui...

This was an excruciating pain, one that radiated outward from the primordial spirit. Even Ye Lin, at this moment, was gritting his teeth in agony, his face contorted with unbearable suffering.

Just as Nezha finished speaking, the entire villa trembled slightly, while in Tianye's room, he successfully broke through to the ninth grade of Qi Condensation.

"I know, I know." Miyamoto Musashi's eyes were brimming with tears, and it took almost everything he had to keep them from falling. He had once believed that tears were the exclusive symbol of cowards, but this time, Miyamoto Musashi could no longer control himself.

Chenxi recounted everything that had happened tonight to this so-called Uncle Song over the phone. Throughout the call, the person on the other end did not utter a sound to interrupt her. Only at the very end did Uncle Song tell Chenxi in a noticeably furious tone to stay right there and wait for him, as he would arrive shortly.

One shouldn't make reckless requests when offered a choice. The previous remark had actually made it very clear: they would accommodate you as much as possible. The underlying implication was that if you pushed your luck, you could only expect a hollow laugh.

Just as Yuan Jun was pressing Jiang He for answers, the light above the operating room turned green, and a doctor in scrubs walked out.

"Such sharpness, what a fine treasure." Young Master Long swallowed hard, and without the slightest hesitation, he withdrew his spiritual energy from his old weapon and rapidly performed a blood-binding consecration on this new blade.

Sensing Zhuang Jian's transformation, Xiaotian spat out the large marrow bone it was chewing, its body tensing up. Its fur stood on end, baring its teeth as it nervously scanned the surroundings, a low, rumbling warning growling in its throat.

Enticed by the delicious food, Jiang Yuxuan agreed without much thought. Anyway, it wasn't the first time, and looking at the posture of things, Jiang Yuxuan was gradually getting used to his new identity.

Although Xiaotian did not leave Zhuang Jian's side, it certainly wouldn't refuse when someone had goods delivered right to its doorstep.

Despite Gu Chen's denial of being the savior, the two of them had long since decided to put their complete faith in him, obeying his every word without question.

Chu Ge smiled with a hint of eerie amusement. This breakthrough was well within his expectations; he had shattered the psychological barrier from his childhood and exacted revenge for the most part by killing Yue Tianlei.

When night fell and it was time for dinner, Nangong Jinnian and Bai Shaochen purposely chose the same venue, inviting Lady Lingxi and Lord Yin to act as their witnesses.

Renault was different from Li Zan and Qiao Si; the latter two were genuine thugs who had long operated in the dark underworld. Renault, however, was a proper butler, and fighting was simply not his forte.

He had expected that he could at least pass his mother's test before dragging him into this, but as it turned out, it would have been better not to bring him at all.

Li Mao was much the same. Whether in terms of cultivation or family background, he was inferior to no one, and naturally, he didn't need to curry favor with anyone in particular. However, when responding to others in conversation, he appeared much more composed and natural than Chu Ge. After all, coming from a major aristocratic family, he had been trained in the requisite social graces.

Chu Ge flicked his wrists and drew two swords: one was a massive black sword that, including the hilt, measured a full two meters long. The giant blade had no sharpened edge, yet it still projected an immense sense of oppression. The other was a thin, slender sword with a Tai Chi symbol engraved right in the middle.

In the top-floor room, several young men holding teacups wore gentle expressions and an air of effortless grace.

"Younger by thirty years? Su泽, do you even know what you're saying? Even the legendary spiritual springs couldn't achieve that," Su Nanyue said with an exaggerated expression.

After saying this, he let out a couple of hearty laughs. Upon returning to his seat, he poured wine for everyone, and seeing that it was red wine, the group finally breathed a sigh of relief.