Chapter 141: A Chance Encounter with Jiang Ying

Xiaofeng didn’t understand why Gan Hou suddenly addressed her respectfully as Sister Feng. Seeing him fiercely confront Old Lecher Seven, she felt a surge of affection. Xiaofeng said to Gan Hou, “He’s still playing mahjong. Can you take me to the hospital?”

Gan Hou saw through Xiaofeng’s excuse—that Old Lecher Seven was playing mahjong—as a way to avoid having him accompany her to the hospital. Yet, Gan Hou himself was a restless soul; every month, his salary and tips were funneled right back into the gambling den. He only had a little over twenty yuan on him, money given by Chicken Boy after scolding him for nearly losing his underwear at the tables.

Eager to prove himself, Gan Hou seized Old Lecher Seven’s collar and said, “Let that old lecher take you? Who knows what you want...”

“What? Liu Aiqing, you want the Underworld to send troops to help you defeat the Dark Demon Lord?” At these words, King Yama’s brow furrowed deeply.

That night, as they embraced, they faced each other directly. Dingdang had not noticed the bruises on Qingqing’s back.

Qin Lan was now at the late Nascent Soul stage, while the strongest among them was only mid Nascent Soul; how could they possibly be a match for her?

Her porcelain skin flushed with a delicate pink, as if the other’s gaze were a brush sweeping over her body, igniting an inexplicable warmth within.

Broken roof tiles, cracked walls, a toppled Buddha statue in the center of the hall, and scattered meditation cushions indicated that this place was a long-abandoned temple.

Hepengcheng said, “The pigments for color mixing are ground and prepared personally, not bought on the market. It’s an exclusive formula—meant to be unique, impossible to replicate or counterfeit.”

Her face was alight with surprise, joy, and excitement—Aunt Qiu noticed it all. Watching her figure grow distant, Aunt Qiu asked Yuan Qiuhua, “So generous, so tolerant—don’t you feel uneasy or troubled?”

Xiao Lin realized what had happened. She had meant to pass gas but dared not, holding it back until her face flushed a deep purple.

Before the words had even left his mouth, his vision blurred, his body turned involuntarily, and when he came to, he was already in Nangong Nuo’s arms.

Letian looked at the man, noting a resemblance to the one he had seen wielding a dragon whip in the Qingfeng Mountains. Letian gently landed and fixed his gaze on him.

They marched on, chanting slogans as they left. After twenty days of continuous travel, the army finally arrived at the border of Great Zhou near the Qian Kingdom. The city walls there were simple and ancient.

“Yes, sir!” Upon hearing this, all the soldiers immediately stood up, responded to Wang Si, and then dispersed outside the meeting room to rest.

Zhao Hao was momentarily stunned but quickly snapped out of it. Without hesitation, he hurriedly took out the embroidered uniform of the Jinyiwei commander from his bosom and showed it to him.

This dunking move was absolutely eye-catching; no one had played like this before. For Sun Zhuo, the difficulty was only moderate—the hardest was still Wu Jiaqizhi. As long as he could pass well, Sun Zhuo should have no problem scoring.

Dou Dou’s description of his feelings puzzled even himself; what was so funny about his parents? To him, the painting simply radiated a warm feeling.

She covered her mouth, suppressing the urge to cry out, anxiously searching the house for Jiang Jueli.

After Wuxiang finished speaking, she saw the other’s face turn cold, still pondering whether she had misspoken.

In that case, it would be better to ask Jiang Jueli to seek another expert. At least that way, there was some hope—perhaps trying might offer another chance.

Moreover, many of the male students in the student council liked her. Senior Xuan Ming was especially caring toward her.

This siege-style defense was meant only to intimidate Sun Zhuo. If Sun Zhuo were ruthless enough, he could still score over thirty points in this game.

A mighty, gentle-yet-powerful force erupted from the Lord of the Nine Netherworlds and surged directly into Xiao Yifeng’s body.

“I’ll figure something out. So, should we continue with our plan?” Liu Qingyue asked.

At this moment, all four mythical realm masters had gathered here, their eyes gleaming sharply as they watched Zhan Jiuxiao.

Yu Zinuo felt somewhat reassured, yet with no words spoken between them, the atmosphere quickly grew tense and subtle once more.