Chapter Fifty-Nine: Aren't You the Perfect Bait?

Thinking about the sinister look of that thing inside, my heart was in turmoil. I felt that the fat guy was just finding new ways to mess with me, so I refused, “I don’t have relatives like that.”
Fatty Zuo shoved a handful of incense into my hand, his face twisted as he said, “I raised the Five Thunder Demon for ten years. You open the jar, break the formation, and it smiles at you—that means it’s recognized you as its father. Hurry and bow to it, and then…”
“I have no objection, just do as you say.” Deputy Director Ma’s eyebrows were already raised, about to explode in anger, but in the end he just sullenly leaned back in his chair.
On the long road ahead, they walked side by side. Sunshine paved a golden warmth across the blue stone slabs.
The Tang Mansion had already been thrown into turmoil by the Empire of Azure Waters, and now that the empire launched a massive assault and broke through the first line of defense in a flash, the people of the Tang Mansion could not remain calm even if they tried.
Zhao Gan sighed softly, reaching out to pull Yu Jing into his arms, letting her cry desperately against his chest until her tears nearly soaked his clothes.
The hotel manager, anxious, pressed the doorbell several times in a row, shouting to ask if everything was alright. Xia Haitong didn’t open the door, replying that she had no idea what was going on, perhaps the alarm system had malfunctioned.
Zhao Gan was already on alert and sprang forth like a jaguar, covering four or five meters in an instant. But Xiao Ce was already near the door, and by the time Zhao Gan moved, he was outside, slamming the door shut, twisting the handle, and locking it from the outside with a key.
Ye Chengzhi regarded her thoughtfully. Xia Haitong’s heart was uneasy; what could she do to stay by his side?
Ye Xueying couldn’t say for sure, but Ye Chengxuan said that since he was already out of danger, there was no need for him to stay in the ICU any longer.
Yet he continued in a calm tone, “Don’t hurt Lang’s hand.” So it turned out she had misunderstood after all.
“You go ahead and see if you can figure out what kind of poison this is!” For now, he could only trust this doctor.
Looking at Murong Yue now, so composed and confident, it seemed none of those who survived would be able to leave.
Wen Li had no idea what Cinderella felt when she wore crystal slippers and rode a pumpkin carriage to see the prince, nor what she felt when leaving the palace.
“What is it? As long as I can do it, I won’t refuse.” The demon was already determined; once it escaped, it would kill Fu Lu at once.
Su Ye’s mouth hung open the moment she saw Mo Ling, her eyes filled with excitement and incredulity.
The streets were bustling today, so Murong Yue and Mo Ling, squeezed by the crowds, chose to stay in their room.
“When I get married, I want to marry a man from Huaguo, because there are just so many delicious foods from Huaguo!” Lin Yun chimed in as well.
Wen Li turned around, seeing the bracelet and handkerchief land firmly in Xu Guangbai’s arms. Only, Xu Guangbai’s posture was a bit indecorous.
Ye Qiu looked up and immediately spotted a white figure standing on the rooftop—clearly someone about to jump.
Wen Li hurriedly organized a melon-eating contest, even hiring people to wrap rice dumplings and hang them around the stage to set the scene.
“Kong Xiang, I’ve finally waited for you—prepare to die!” The cultivators and demons lurking in the shadows sprang at Kong Xiang.
The line of captives stretched over a hundred meters, and a rough count put their number above a thousand. Persuading such a huge group to surrender was no easy feat. Of course, they were already in a state of surrender, but what Li Lingyi wanted was for them to go to battle with no complaints and fight the enemy.
Yang Yi felt that King Blake looked more handsome than ever, and others felt it even more strongly. Flattery filled the air, as if they wanted to lift King Blake up to the heavens. Yet their technique was so monotonous, repeating the same few phrases over and over—it reeked of sycophancy.