Volume 1, Chapter 42: Why Did You Have to Provoke Him?

At this moment, Tang Yun inside heard the commotion outside and hurriedly ran out, her ample chest bouncing continuously.

However, if he were to rely on sheer strength to confront the Eight-Faced Buddha right now, it would only lead to a dead end.

Fortunately, she had arrived early; otherwise, if he had been allowed to continue making a ruckus in the ward, the elderly person inside might have been frightened into a state of shock.

"Zhao Yanran, actually, ever since the very first mission you received to sabotage his wedding, you had already guessed the connection between the Mothman and the Chen family, hadn't you?" Tang Yun turned her head, her eye rims red, tears on the verge of breaking through their banks.

"After you return to your respective sects, remember to incite the people of the world to take action against the Overlord Sect," Xu Feiyue instructed. He still remembered that his purpose in coming here was to acquire the Immortal-Slaying Sword.

Knowing that the human-head cannonballs Sun Wukong referred to were actually his own subordinates, the Black Mountain Old Demon reluctantly turned around, exposed his belly, and with a hard grit of his teeth and a surge of force, produced five human-head cannonballs.

Upon seeing Mo Xuan'er and Mo Fei, Mo Yu immediately walked up to them and said, "You are finally back. I can take you away from here now." Seeing Mo Yu, Mo Xuan'er instantly rushed to his side.

Of course, Xu Feiyue was currently only at the sixth level of the Myriad Tribulations Hunyuan Body, but once his divine body truly expanded, it would likewise be immensely vast.

The members of the Xu family looked at the divine pool ahead with excitement, yet they did not let down their guard. This divine liquid had already gained sentience and could summon skeletons for its own use; heaven knows what else it might do.

"Me? What the hell? Don't spit blood and frame people. When on earth did I ever want to turn you into this? If I had that kind of ability, wouldn't that make me a pervert?"

Grit-toothed, Yu Lanyi simply sat down in the bathtub, made Murong Yu sit in front of her, reached out, and slammed a palm onto Murong Yu's back, beginning to use her supernatural ability to detoxify him.

Thus, I bit the tip of my finger, let a drop fall onto the paper figurine, and then commanded it to continue moving forward. Only then did the paper figurine manage to flutter into the demonic fog.

We both drew in a sharp gasp of air, couldn't help taking a few steps back, and stared with terrified eyes at this so-called person.

Ling Xin'an looked at him, sighed inwardly, and waved his hand. For a person like this, he couldn't even be bothered to offer an explanation.

The map was very simple, containing nothing complicated—merely a few lines, even omitting any labels. The material of this map was sheepskin with rolled edges; one could tell at a glance that it was a very ancient object.

"This subject knows his crime!" As soon as the Emperor finished speaking, the officials of the Ministry of Personnel immediately declared, even Wang Lingwei snapping to his senses and instantly falling to his knees.

Ye Shuangshuang blinked at me, then handed the phone back to me. I was left completely dumbfounded.

Wei Xiyue couldn't help reaching out to touch her cheek. Was her expression in front of Imperial Concubine Ye just now that obvious? So much so that even Chu Yu could notice it? What about Imperial Concubine Ye? Did Imperial Concubine Ye notice?

Quan Shui obediently lay on the table and fell asleep. At this time, Quan Shui's shadow clone needed to step up and do the work.

This Marquis had been attending court for ten days without ever putting forward a single political proposal. Every day at court, he would listen quietly, seemingly completely forgetting about the people who had impeached him prior.

"No! What I say goes; where do you even get the qualification to negotiate conditions?" With that, Shen Yi squatted down slightly, picked me up, and walked toward the western-style building. Along the way, the blowing wind carried the rich, heavy, and intoxicating fragrance of flowers.

Although it was a ghost marriage, to the younger brother of the Kingdom of Niyi's king, his eldest son's ghost marriage was just as important as a living person's wedding—or perhaps even more important. Others could be left uninvited, but the royals and nobles on good terms with him simply had to show face and attend.

Jiezhai was a place that produced poppies and coca, two plants whose cultivation was banned almost all over the world. Therefore, anyone coming here who recognized these plants would subconsciously admire them; after all, such opportunities were rarely available ordinarily.

Ji Manrou didn't even look at me. After remaining silent for quite a while, she stood up, patted down her wrinkled clothes, and said with disdain, "I'll look for it a bit more. If I still can't find it, I'll report it then!" With that, she swung her hips and returned to her room.

"Dad, Murong Ming, what are you two talking about? What do you mean by 'with those words from you, I can rest easy'?" Murong Lian walked down from the upstairs room, went over to Murong Wei, and asked, holding onto his shoulder.

Although the Empress ultimately did not spell everything out too clearly, Yehua already understood quite well that whatever the Empress did in the end, she must have done it for his sake.

After Muran went missing, he had cast a virtually all-encompassing net of searches. He had found quite a few clues, but none of them would have led anyone to suspect the Alchemist Association—leaving him with clues yet bringing his progress to a standstill.

Amidst her words, Ji Manrou was already in a flood of tears. After accepting the box, she claimed she felt somewhat unwell, and Aunt Lin instructed a maid to take her to the guest suite to rest.

Sun Miao could completely not imagine what terrifying consequences would ensue if such a "thing" discovered him, but he knew that if he uttered one more word, unfathomably horrific disaster would befall him—most likely, both he and anyone who heard him speak would endure terrifying events beyond his comprehension.

Liu Yangmu lowered his eyes thoughtfully. Remembering what Chen Wen had said along the way, he repeated in a somewhat low voice, "She likes doing this." It was unclear whether he was repeating it for Liu Yinxing or for himself.

However, after mere seconds, Richie suddenly felt as though his shoulder was about to explode. An unbearable, searing heat surged from the wound on his shoulder, and he looked down in terror at the spot where his collarbone had been pressed. Clearly, nothing could be discerned from the outside—what on earth was happening?

Li Xing calmed down, feeling as though his full-force punch had landed on a pile of cotton. This sensation left him extremely uncomfortable.

The fans at the airport watched the airplane gradually fading away into the dark clouds, waving their hands one after another to bid them farewell.

"Decent deductive reasoning; you actually managed to find this place. The place you want to go is right here." The old man handed Wang Zhumu an address, which was the examination location for the Hunter Exam.