Chapter 103: Could the killer be Zhou Chengli?

Wen Ni looked at Zhou Jingyi with a speechless expression. “You’re not the same as when I first met you.”

Zhou Jingyi glanced at Wen Ni. “You still remember when you first met me?”

Wen Ni answered as if it was only natural, “Wasn’t it on the day of Zhou Mingfan’s funeral?”

Zhou Jingyi’s fingers paused for a moment.

But soon after, he handed the chopsticks to Wen Ni. “Eat.”

Wen Ni sat down. “Where did you get the silk?”

Zhou Jingyi shot Wen Ni a look.

Wen Ni replied awkwardly, “I was just messing with you earlier. Honestly, can't you tell when someone is joking?”

Zhou Jingyi fell silent.

He replied offhandedly, “I just told my assistant to handle it…”

Upon hearing this, Fang Yi was equally stunned. In fact, even he was incredibly surprised by the appearance of Fengshen Meng. At first, he thought the other party must have had some ulterior motive.

Mei Jian was quite resilient; even at this point, he hadn’t passed out. Startled by Jia Qing’s actions, he tried to struggle, only for a sharp pain to force a muffled groan from his lips.

The excruciating pain from the mandibles snapped the Ghost-Hunting Spider back to attention. It shrieked, slamming its shield claw down, but after Gida landed his strike, he immediately withdrew and slashed diagonally away. The shield claw struck nothing but earth.

After two misses, the female Rathalos felt no dryness in her explosive sac despite her repeated fireball attacks. All she wanted was to witness the hunter before her perish.

At this moment, Mu Qianxue’s expression was equally grim. Clearly, he too sensed that formidable aura. Though neither of them were weak, they were undoubtedly outmatched by the man in blue.

Chen Teng understood that Chen Jingjing wanted to help him save money, since buying a really good phone would cost at least four or five thousand yuan.

The three of them checked the condition of the Dragon Squad members and their faces darkened. Eight were dead. Other than three with minor injuries, the rest—more than twenty—were all seriously wounded.

He skimmed through a few pages, then suddenly flipped anxiously to the latter part, only to gasp in shock.

Stamping out the flames on his shoes, the sub-mastiff broke out in a cold sweat despite the sweltering volcanic ground.

Seeing Luke’s reply, the sub-mastiff realized all his words had been for nothing. He turned away, choosing instead to enjoy the view.

Fujiwara Yu sneered coldly. “I’d like to see what tricks she has up her sleeve.” A strange feeling crept into his heart, a vague sense of unease.

Nie Yuantuo’s gaze flickered. He snorted heavily, but in the end, he picked up the phone and wiped it clean on his clothes.

Pu Shizhang personally escorted Ban Ziyi back to the capital. With his civil service exam approaching, all he could do was prepare in earnest.

Stone Ridge was connected to Dragon Coil Mountain, but that stretch of forest was barren, nothing but rocks—hence the name.

Yi Yun had no strength left in her body as she was dragged back into the house by the servants.

“Darling, did you miss me?” As soon as the call connected, a sweet, soft voice drifted over.

“How could I take away what the old master loves? Still, I think it’s best to take this painting down and get rid of it.” After a moment’s thought, Ning Tao replied solemnly.

“She’s such a good girl—what a pity,” Yao Desheng sighed, watching the flight attendant walk away.

As they drove out of the city, the traffic thinned. Suddenly, a police car sped up, cutting in front of the Range Rover.

Sato Yuno was the top master of the Japanese Black Dragon Society, a sinister cult. Though he’d lived for centuries and wasn’t as powerful as he had been in Mao Ritian’s time, his skills were already rare in the world.

Just as Chu Mo was about to approach Luo Yu, he realized Luo Yu moved whenever he did, clearly unwilling to let him get close. So he shouted his explanation from a distance, hoping to regain Luo Yu’s trust.

After considering for a while, Li Buwang knew he was unlikely to get any information from Zhang Haotian today.

Understanding all this, Dong Huan’s heart gradually softened, more and more hoping to ease the current tension.

The key problem now was how to let that wall know about their situation, so it would let the two of them go.

It was as if the sky, too, shared Lin Yan’s sorrow, turning somber and shrouding the world in deep gray.

Just as He Chuan was preparing to look for a job, he received a phone call from a hotel, asking him to come soon to either pick someone up or pay the rent. As he puzzled over this, the caller said it was Liang Zi’s request.

“What a good child, so obedient. I’ll buy you a gift tomorrow!” I smiled dotingly, secretly scolding myself for returning empty-handed in the afternoon—thank goodness my parents had bought her plenty of snacks.

Then there was the question: who was he really, and why did he claim to be Zhang Haotian’s university friend? Why did he insist on clinging to Zhang Haotian?

Leaving the general’s room, Li Buwang composed himself and started calculating his next move.

“Don’t worry, I understand the importance of pure music. In any case, I won’t let you suffer a loss,” Cai Jianmei said with some embarrassment before hanging up.

Lv Xiang’er chatted with Huo Qingsong for a while, then brought up Chunxi and Chunyi. She wasn’t sure whether to entrust household matters to them, so she sought Huo Qingsong’s opinion. Matters of the inner residence like this made her blush to have to consult him.

In less than five minutes, nearly thirty people were all being supported by others, crowding nervously at the KTV entrance, not daring to step closer.

In the back seat of the Audi A6, Old Wang and Qi Miao were squeezed together. Old Wang had been talking non-stop the whole way, and Qi Miao, his head full of black lines, had long since given up trying to respond to the chatterbox.

Chu Xu sat back down slowly, waving her hand gently. “No need, I’ll return to the residence early to rest.” She believed that this way, she could return openly, and Danxin would follow her.

Moreover, since even the Qiao family heiress had kept her identity hidden, what credentials did she have to persuade these major companies to hire her?

Though this was a piece of news that made Tiansheng naturally excited, his joy was fleeting. He immediately asked, “I mean, what type of cultivator are you now?” This was what mattered most to Tiansheng; if Mo Wentian was still a cultivator of the Supreme Heaven, that would truly be good news.

Chen Qi’s eyes flashed with disgust. If Beishan Lie were here, he’d probably draw his sword and fight him on the spot, desperate to shatter his arrogant, pretentious façade.

After changing clothes, they left the residence. Today, she would spend the whole day with him, taking in all the sights of Shengjing.

Gu witchcraft uses insects as its medium—a basic fact in the world of cultivation. Yet none had expected Diao Zhenyu to include plants in his sorcery. Clearly, he was unable to fully control the plants he used, or he’d have ruled Supreme Heaven by now.

“All right, Helper, I promise to complete the task.” The old beggar was full of anger too; these men had dared to speak rudely to the boss, so they were destined to end up flat on the ground today.

“Ahem, everyone quiet down. Old beggar, stop showing off,” Han Fan said with exasperation. “You’re an adult; stop dancing around the pole. That’s for the young folks.”