128 If-Story Line

The yellow clay from the edge of the gully and the sandy soil from beside the chicken coop were all dug up and piled together; they were to be used in equal parts to ram the walls.

The more tacit the cooperation between the two became, the more displeased Qian Yeming grew. It was clearly a strategy meant to put him in the dominant position, so how did it end up making them even more affectionate and synchronized?

"Young Master Jinqing..." The servants carrying the palanquin had already set it down, but Su Jinqing sat there blankly, lost in thought. Helpless, the servant could only call out softly, waiting for him to snap out of it.

Zhao Gao, face cold, approached the bed and twisted one of the night-luminescent pearls. The entire massive bed emitted a dull groan and swung open, revealing a stark stone wall. Zhao Gao then activated a hidden mechanism in the wall, opening an entrance, and stepped inside.

In the shadows, a pair of frigid eyes watched the chaotic battle. The man sneered and then departed.

Of course, Ji Rongyu no longer cared to delve into the various processes, but she knew what kind of result she hoped to see.

From the moment she woke up, she believed that the Jiang Xiaoxiao who had replaced the original soul must know. Yet, the Jiang Xiaoxiao who wished for her death the most had not appeared; either she looked down on an enemy of her level, or she was simply too busy to spare the time.

Actually, there was another important reason why the fatty was pushing himself so hard to clear the stages: he intended to use a secret method of his family's training to elevate his strength.

"Done. Auntie, since the Marquis is so generous, just go tell the accountant to distribute the rewards to everyone so they can all enjoy themselves." Hao Ran did not offer an explanation, only insisting on the distribution of the rewards.

As this mood of pessimism and despair spread unchecked, incidents of world-weariness and suicide appeared one after another across the Rakshasa Kingdom, pushing the entire society to the brink of collapse.

Li Tianyou was shocked to hear this. Heaven-tier sword techniques were already legendary, techniques only a Sword God was qualified to use. As for anything above the Heaven-tier, Li Tianyou did not even dare to imagine it.

This was also Liao Fan's first time commanding a battle of such scale. He could not help but feel a bit nervous; he had to be thoroughly prepared before taking action, otherwise, any mishap would be a major catastrophe.

"It's alright, son. That kind of power shouldn't mean much to us," Lan Pingtian said suddenly and calmly, his expression as if he were turning a blind eye to Lan Youming's nervousness.

Although people felt it was a pity that Tie Niu conceded, they also felt it was within expectations.

"Logic? What is logic?" Yue Gongwu chuckled, her gaze landing on Lan Youming. Her lips curled slightly as if she had thought of something, and her smile was so enchanting it seemed capable of toppling the world.

"Damn pervert!" he muttered to himself, waved at the white-haired old man under the stage, turned around, and jumped off the ring.

In the living room, he smashed his phone in a fit of rage. She, upstairs, was given a great fright; before her mind could even react, another sharp crash echoed from downstairs.

"Are you hurt?" Lian Die loosened her grip, looking over Yi Hanxuan from head to toe with concern.

Throughout the entire process, she had not felt any trace of Athena's aura. In other words, the gemstone containing her divine power was not here. Thus, she prepared to head back.

She watched for a long time but did not see Lan Xin's shadow; she only saw Dongfang Bubai and Gu Qinglian flash by.

With the Seventh Elder as the focal point, two Void-stage masters as flanks, and twenty Nascent Soul-stage masters, the formation was complete. Of course, this formation was primarily to prevent the dwarf from escaping, while dealing with the dwarf was left to that warmonger, Long Zhaotian.

After waiting for a long time, the person in front did not speak. Yet Qing Hong knew it was not that he did not want to speak, but that he did not know where to start. He felt that some words, if spoken, would seem overly sentimental, but to leave them unsaid felt like a lingering regret.

At this moment, Ye Tianji was quite certain that the Ye Fantian before him had become an ant beneath his palm, and he could now toy with him as he pleased.

"The King of Ink-Beard Ginseng actually has such an ability? Fantastic! The trip to the Cloud Dream Swamp was originally thought to be just a stroke of luck, but I didn't expect to have picked up a living treasure." Yue Chengfeng's eyes gleamed as he walked in the direction indicated.

He suddenly understood why Tang Tang had refused to return to the underground palace with him earlier; it was because she feared he would purge the sect.

"Senior Brother! Are you trying to make it lose its temper? If this cavern collapses because of it, forget about the treasures—even our lives will be in danger." Yue Chengfeng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and spoke to Gong Youming, who had already climbed down from the large rock.

What Yin Hun did not know was that while he was feeling triumphant, the places his eyes frequently darted to had long since been noted by Qing Hong. Even a fool would know where the treasure was hidden.

Turning a corner, he walked into a washroom, which contained sets of clothing for royal family members to change into, as well as an area for bathing.

"Please call me Shi Hou. Shi Fei died the moment he began following the Young Master. Shi Hou is the name bestowed by the Young Master. You will never know what the character 'Hou' truly implies for a zombie," Shi Hou said coldly.

Although Qi Lin was also a young master of the Qi family, almost everyone knew that he had absolutely no interest in the position of family head.

From the time Mo Bai came to the clinic for a diagnosis, all the way to Mo Bai filling the prescriptions—even failing to hide the fact that he had overcharged for the medicine—and continuing to when Mo Bai opened his own shop across the street, as well as the affair with the Chu family, he recounted the entire story in detail.

At this moment, Zheng Zhihe seemed to smile, her expression so fresh and natural; perhaps she had encountered something amusing in her dreams.