Chapter 31: Where is Chu Qiao? Why isn't she here?

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Since she had managed to turn the Fireworks Pavilion into the most popular establishment in Hengcheng, her ability to hoodwink others was naturally top-tier. After asking a few questions and realizing the treasure knew nothing, she began to scheme.

Thus, Zhang Jiuyi’s fangs only grazed Zhang Jiqi’s shoulder, failing to actually tear away any flesh.

“These people are truly…” Tom put the parchment back on the table, pursing his lips and knitting his brows.

“Dementor…” He squeezed the word out from his throat, his body convulsing continuously, exactly as a normal person would react upon seeing a Dementor.

Dawn had broken, and Meini returned to the inn, having stopped at the east end of the street to buy some mung bean cakes on her way into the city.

“Senior, high attention doesn’t mean many people actually want to see us. Some people are just gossiping for the sake of it. Don’t take it to heart, and please don’t count on me to bail you out.” Xu Jie found himself an exit strategy, refusing to fall for her trap.

Pythia lowered her head, burying her face in her chest, and offered no response for a long time. Nelson chuckled, the sound gratingly harsh in the empty temple. He waited for half a minute, but as Pythia still did not lift her head, he had no choice but to turn back to the Dementor and continue his brutal dissection.

Coupled with the use of the storm to shatter the opponent's defensive positions and delay their fleet's fire support, they believed they had gained total dominance on the battlefield.

And that was only if they didn't act; once they made a move and mobilized their true essence, their cover would be blown immediately, leaving them unable to maintain control.

“My demonic essence… all my spiritual power is gone. I can’t use it anymore.” She held up her hands, attempting to manifest her demonic power, but her body felt hollow, and she almost misspoke.

Usually, after a mission ended, there was a five-minute transition scene. That was when they could step in to kill the lone demon holding the Demon Pill and snatch it just before being teleported away. This task was always completed by lone demons above level 30; anyone below that level couldn't even attack the other lone demons.

Her fingers, which had been plucking at the bowstring, slowly came to a rest. A strange emotion welled up in her emerald eyes. Lifting her head slightly to gaze at the horizon, where the sky was just beginning to pale, Yu Wuxia remembered the first time she met Hua Xuanji, and the corners of her mouth curled upward involuntarily.

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“Iron Wind, Liu Bao, Eight-Finger, go and take over Luo Buping’s forces immediately!” Just as he climbed into the car, Yang Dong hurriedly shouted to Iron Wind and the others outside.

Lin Siqing would occasionally join Song Li in mocking him, while Li Fangfei supported Li Mingxuan from beginning to end.

However, at this moment, Inkasolo was loudly denouncing the atrocities of humanity, posing as a “victim.” Yet, from its angry voice, Chen Ziyun learned of even deeper secrets.

Qian Xiao raised an eyebrow upon hearing this but said nothing. He simply frowned, finished the remaining half of his shaomai, and then focused solely on drinking his fish porridge, ignoring the shaomai and pumpkin cakes on the table as if they didn't exist.

The old man’s hand gave a gentle flick, and the silver needles in the box suddenly hovered in mid-air. Lin Feng’s eyes widened; such a feat was impossible without decades of internal energy cultivation.

“If she weren’t from the Black Miao, she wouldn’t have become one of the three leaders of the West Wind,” Yang Dong added immediately.

It was already late anyway, so they might as well go back and turn in the quest instead of waiting until the afternoon.

“So unlucky. There are too many players above, and even more lone demons. The path is too narrow; when others dodged attacks, they bumped into me. They got away fine, but I got hit and fell off,” he said indignantly. He had been so close to reaching the next map, only to be knocked down and forced to climb all over again.

An aura of chilling slaughter erupted from the True Qi Sword, and a pitch-black army suddenly appeared behind him.

The Grand Princess had been ill since the end of the 39th year, and for over a year, she had failed to recover. Her condition fluctuated, growing increasingly severe, and this Lunar New Year, she hadn't even returned to the palace after the fifth day.

“Your Highness the Crown Prince, you have only informed the Lord of Dunhuang City of this matter. Have you informed the Lord of the Northern Desert, the one who established this rule?” I asked.

Not long after we sat down, Qi Ming returned, holding Mu Xue’s hand. The two of them had been holding hands all morning, showing off their affection everywhere they went—it was truly unbearable. Mu Xue’s face was still flushed, yet she looked beaming with joy; presumably, whatever Qi Ming had whispered to her just now had pleased her greatly.

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The government forces on the northern route had been frantically besieging the city for half a month without success. Huangfu Song had no choice but to adopt the old tactic of a protracted siege, causing the grain reserves in Guangzong City to become scarce once again.

“It’s a pity that Ye Xiangchen, who wreaked havoc on the Zhuli Sect, didn’t come. Otherwise, we could have uprooted the so-called geniuses of the Zhuli Sect,” Chu Long said with some regret.

Xiao Cheng had transferred fifty percent of Chengtian’s shares into her name—what on earth was he planning?

At this moment, Su Su suddenly wrenched her hand free; he had been so careless that she actually managed to break away.

By the time Bai Yuanzheng reacted, there was no time left to block Xu Shijie’s attack, and his heart was filled with the gloom of impending death.

The Emperor had just entered the room and was startled to see the princes and envoys of various tribes kneeling all over the floor, unaware of the reason. He looked at them in astonishment, and the Empress and the Noble Consort immediately stepped forward to pay their respects.

When the Stone Emperor’s imperial weapon, the Fangtian Halberd, saw that the Stone Emperor had been defeated, it let out a mournful cry and attempted to shatter space and flee.

Katsugawa Ryuichi bowed to Yang Yi with formal precision, and Yang Yi returned the gesture. Then, both assumed their stances: Yang Yi in a standard horse stance, while Katsugawa Ryuichi stood with his legs naturally apart, one hand forward and one hand back.