Volume 1, Chapter 141: Explosive Pre-sales!

Having learned about the Zheng family members from the accounts of Lv Hong and Zhaoxia, Lv Xiang'er had already formed a general impression of them. From that moment on, Lv Xiang'er understood that the people of the Zheng family would certainly not show her any pleasant expressions should they ever cross paths. True enough, this Zheng Feifei whom she encountered today began to provoke her the moment she discovered Lv Xiang'er's presence.

"Tell me about your mission this time. I am very eager to know what you have experienced during this period. Looking at the numerous wounds on your body breaks my heart," Yu Xi said softly, with a lingering sigh.

Three years of recuperation had brought Lv Xiang'er's physical condition to its absolute prime. Conceiving a child at this juncture filled Huo Qingsong with immense satisfaction and anticipation. Although Huo Jing hailed from humble origins back in the day, he was the sole heir of three generations. Now, in Huo Qingsong's generation, the lineage remained an only branch, and his expectations for progeny were extraordinarily high.

Taking a long, deep breath—as if to expel all the vexation and yearning from the depths of her soul—Tiansheng then closed her eyes and began to cultivate with single-minded devotion.

"Ahem, in any case, I will leave all matters here entirely in your charge; I need to take a trip to Hong Kong," Shen Ning hurriedly changed the subject. It was better to delay the exposure of his identity as the author of *Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils* for as long as possible.

The youth wore an ethereal and untrammeled white robe, half-reclining upon a boulder. With a lazy posture and narrowed eyes, he stared intently at the broken fishing rod held loosely in his hand.

Mu Bai declared, then strode forth and flew toward the Spirit-Control Sect. The sword planted in Zuo Lin's chest felt as though it were piercing his own heart as well—perhaps this could serve as a reckoning for the two thousand and more innocent disciples who had perished so unjustly.

Tiansheng raised his gaze to see an elderly monk approaching. Slightly stout in build and wearing a stern expression, the monk fixed a cold stare upon Tiansheng.

"Tell me, is this perhaps the will of heaven?" Lv Hong asked, carrying two jars of wine as he glanced at Lv Xiang'er walking beside him.

In his mind, he had already reviewed the ins and outs of this operation countless times, confirming that there were no omissions, yet his innermost heart still found no peace.

With a swift, airborne kick from his right foot, he knocked the baseball bat right out of the hands of the brown-glasses-wearing man who had charged at him first.

Ren Woxing could no longer make any reaction; he could only watch in terror and disbelief as the silver needle pierced deeply into his left eye.

However, it was a pity that even though this place had not been eroded by darkness, Chen Feng's Primeval-class spaceship still had no way to pinpoint its location. Because the entire city was engulfed by darkness, it was practically no different from having been invaded by the darkness itself. Therefore, Chen Feng had no desire to linger here for long and planned to leave first thing tomorrow morning.

Yet his marriage to Princess Lianxing had been decreed by imperial edict, and Princess Lianxing was, after all, a princess of the realm. How could she tolerate such a thing to happen?

Unfazed by these people, Qin Fan started the jade-cutter and sliced downward at the one-third mark of the raw jadeite.

If the Exquisite Great Empire were to continue their assaults while he was away, it would undoubtedly bring catastrophic disaster to the entire Azure Sky City.

Without retracting his left hand, Xie Wuqi swept it backward in a smooth counter-stroke, lightly resting his palm against He Taichong's sword blade. A gentle surge of internal force was transmitted outward, instantly deflecting the long sword aside. Yet, before he could press his attack, Ban Shuxian's long sword thrust forward with blinding speed, forcing him to sway aside to dodge.

A smile hung on Qi Yu's face as he took the initiative to come over and greet him. In his heart, however, he already regarded Qin Fan as a dead man.

These three were all legendary, peerless figures, and upon entering the unknown world, they had left their consciousness enshrined within this Diagram of the Three Emperors.

"This isn't about money, young man. Where did you get this box?" he demanded suspiciously.

In truth, we hardly slept at all that night. He seemed endlessly enamored with that matter, repeatedly tossing and turning me five times throughout the night.

The other end of the line immediately erupted into a flurry of anxious questions. Feeling vexed and utterly exhausted, I gave a few perfunctory replies before hanging up the phone.

"It's nothing." Tang Ya smiled, her eyes curving into crescent moons as she felt a motherly warmth and care radiating from Yuan Hong.

"Also, if the opportunity arises, find out how on earth Garrett was exposed. Garrett had no assignments recently; it's impossible for him to have been exposed like this for no reason. Something we are unaware of must have happened," Pierce added abruptly.

I stood watching his retreating figure, wishing so much that I could do as I had in the past—pounce upon him from behind, embrace him, and possess him recklessly. I longed to accompany him across a thousand mountains and rivers, and follow him to the ends of the earth.

After we sat quietly by the river for ten minutes or so, I said I needed to return. Qinhan then accompanied me to his home to bid farewell to his parents before seeing me safely back to my dormitory.

Xushen wore only a light blue shirt today, with the cuffs rolled up several folds, making his hands look remarkably clean. His watch was a sports model featuring a brownish-coffee strap and a minimalist yet grand mechanical dial; as he slightly tilted his wrist, it cast a faint blue shimmer that suited him exceptionally well.

Under the stealth effect, movement speed was reduced by 50%. Unflustered and unhurried, Lin Feng advanced toward the fire bat. His movements were extremely light, producing almost no sound whatsoever.

Andora looked somewhat shy. It was already past twelve when she woke up, so it could hardly be considered morning anymore.

Drinking congee is good for the health, but you went straight for half a pot, Xuande—both the health-conscious and the non-health-conscious are left speechless.

Now Li Yu finally understood why the auntie regarded her as the scenic spot's main attraction; such an appearance truly made one's heart skip a beat at first glance.

However, upon catching sight of Wukong's appearance and the luggage-carrying black bear spirit, the old man subconsciously assumed monsters had arrived. It was only after Xuanzang offered an explanation that he hastily paid his respects.