Volume 1 Chapter 30: Debt & Fraudulent Marriage

Perhaps, as Mo Wenlan said, she wears a meticulously crafted mask. The persona she presents is merely what she chooses to show the world. Like him, they are both desperately hiding an unknown side of themselves, and no one knows whether this hidden facet is brilliant and radiant or shrouded in impenetrable darkness.

"I wonder if that fellow, Merhan, is dead yet," Gerald remarked with a smile, watching the mercenaries trailing Ye Feng and his companions through the rearview mirror.

"Was that man a member of the clan?" Ye Feng asked, looking at the corpse of the person who had just fought Bai Yao.

Aside from those evil cultivators who specialized in such dark arts, ordinary people would avoid such things at all costs, let alone carry them on their person.

"Come on, that show is on every time you turn on the TV during winter or summer break. I only catch glimpses of it now and then; I haven't watched it in full, just know the gist!" Feng Yifei explained.

Because the Chinese market in the 1990s was in a state of constant, frantic adaptation, the vast majority of private enterprises were labor-intensive and relied on extensive growth. Riding the wave of an average GDP growth rate of over 10%, they were booming and thriving.

As soon as the drop of blood appeared, a refreshing fragrance permeated the air, causing Wang Mingxuan to fall into a momentary trance.

Zhou Yi looked out and saw two groups of people storming the villa. "Good heavens, as expected of the boss. Since they dare to come, let's make sure none of them leave." After Zhou Yi let out a whistle, a dozen masked figures in black knelt instantly before Ye Feng.

Qiao Ran was leaning against the headboard, reading a book of Grimm's Fairy Tales. Seeing Qin Mohan return, she subconsciously checked the time: 2:00 AM.

"I am not the Demon Lord you speak of." This demon was dangerous in every sense—both in his intentions and his hidden power. It was best to distance herself as much as possible.

Wei Zheng smiled without a word, taking it as an admission, which instantly stoked the wicked fire in Consort Li's heart. Within the imperial palace, apart from the aged emperor and a few spirited stallions, there were no other males to be found.

"Rest assured, Third Sister. It seems the higher-ups of the Demon Moon Sect haven't noticed this place yet. Even if Huangfu Ren has discovered it, he is surely harboring thoughts of claiming it for himself."

Wang Cai's body fell into the cellar. Liu Haichuan opened his safe and took out a dark-colored bottle. It contained a mysterious medicinal liquid, one so potent that even Liu Haichuan dared not let it touch his skin.

The price Xiao Yanran had originally negotiated with Xia Tian was two million, a figure that was already discounted. Since Xiao Yanran’s status in the entertainment agency had skyrocketed, the company had no choice but to grant her this favor and agreed to the price she proposed.

"It seems this is similar to the Shattering Dragon Fist, though I wonder if this phoenix can still attack even after being shattered, like the Shattering Dragon Fist does," Ye Yanqing mused as he observed.

When he said this, Lin Chen’s expression was incredibly sincere, not feigned at all, which tempted Liu An to the point where he truly wanted to lend the money immediately.

Because one of the super-giant mechs had just had a finger ripped off by Shangguan Jie, for the moment, Shangguan Jie’s head and one hand were still exposed.

Watching the blade-wielder charge at him again as if he had been injected with adrenaline, Zhao Zilong gave a wry smile.

This member of the Axe Gang was quite shrewd; he seemed to realize how much importance Xia Tian placed on Lin Qingyao behind him, and deliberately let those words slip.

Later, the doctor explained that excessive excitement, resentment, overexertion, or strenuous exercise could pose a risk of sudden death to adults and the elderly. For those suffering from coronary heart disease, overwork could also exacerbate myocardial ischemia and hypoxia, triggering an onset.

"Very well, I will do the job. However, since the opponent has managed to advance to this stage, their strength must be immense, and the grand array they have set up will certainly not be weak. If we want to seize it, we must be fully prepared."

He looked at Sarah beside him. She pulled another blade from the face of a fallen traitor, turned, knelt on one knee, and raised her sword to block above her head. The Black Legion traitor in front of her struck down violently with a chainsword, the saw-teeth colliding with the silver blade to send forth dazzling sparks.

These human Star Lords were truly strange; knowing they were facing certain death, not a single one was willing to surrender, which he found very difficult to understand.

Vito fell silent again, focusing on servicing the interior of his power armor, but Petronilla clearly disliked the interruption to the story and pressed him eagerly for more.

Fu Donghai stood behind Xue Shan with a deathly pale complexion. Suddenly, he seemed to see something, and a look of disbelief appeared on his face.

This time, Lady Guilliman fell silent. She was no historian and did not know whether Lu Xiu was speaking the truth. However, Lu Xiu had no reason to lie to her about such a matter.

A shadow flashed before Ximen Qing’s eyes. His vision blurred, and he felt a sharp pain as Wu Zhi punched him, causing him to stumble and fall to the ground.

Lu Xiu was truly stunned this time. If the other party had come out of seclusion to oppose the Void, it would be reasonable. But to do it for his sake?

In Gu Zhan’s mind, a golden contract appeared. Under his spiritual gaze, the document instantly vanished into thin air.

The Daoist Hongjun walked out with his hands behind his back. Wherever he walked, golden lotuses sprang from the earth; as he sat, mystical energy radiated from his body; a cloud of mystery hovered before his brow; and golden lotuses gathered at his feet to pay homage. He was truly a man of boundless laws, uttering words of sacred truth.

Steward Zhao hurried in from the outer chambers, and after a hasty bow, stated the purpose of his visit. A look of surprise flashed across Gu Qinglin’s face, but his feet moved without pause toward the main gate.

It seems I must find a day to visit Qian Ye-Hui and have her move me to a different courtyard immediately! Otherwise, these days will truly be unbearable.

She spat out a sunflower seed shell, ground her teeth, and looked at Jun Xi’s unperturbed, thick-skinned expression, twisting her lips in a mocking, mirthless grin.

"Is that so? In other words, it can at least be maintained for another thousand years, right?" Mo Fengye raised an eyebrow slightly and asked directly.

"What is wrong with you, Student Huo?" Shen Mubai noticed something off about the person beside her and couldn't help but ask.

Beneath the layers of stacked papers, Mu Zhiyue’s sharp eyes caught a glimpse of a bright yellow corner, tinged with a hint of red.

Watching the giant snake tail of the Bai Shui Immortal descend from the sky, Feng Beichen could only hold Tian Shang, appearing completely distraught. Dodging was clearly impossible.

At the very least, Dongfang Hong was no longer in the room. This way, she didn't have to worry about being seen and damaging her reputation. Moreover, there was no sound from the Senior Brother outside; it seemed he had already left.