Chapter 111: Zhou Mingfan Was at It, Calling Wen Ni’s Name

Wen Ni did not change expression. Smiling, she said, “Zhou Mingfan, why are you so concerned about Min Xue? I’m starting to suspect you like her. But that won’t do. You’re cousins, and your family already isn’t exactly blessed in the intelligence department. If you married within the family, the children you had would be idiots too.”

Zhou Mingfan’s eyes shifted slightly.

He glared viciously at Wen Ni. “I’ll just see whether you become a laughingstock tomorrow.”

Wen Ni gave a contemptuous smile.

“An apology and that’s it? Do you know how much time you wasted?” Jiang Yuxuan said. “I’ve already apologized. Senior brother, what else do you want?”

The system space was empty, containing nothing at all, only a time display showing a countdown to resurrection.

“Let’s find an inn first and stay there, then ask around about the Ninefold Soul Pill,” Leng Qianfan said. Bai Mengting agreed, and the group temporarily found an inn to settle in.

How could the world ever be so lucky? Qiangong had only taken a few steps before a bolt of lightning struck him, and Xiao Xi laughed so hard he was almost rolling on the floor. Qiangong shot him another glance, and only then did Xiao Xi finally stop laughing and begin cultivating.

Aunt Zhao earnestly tried to persuade her. After all, she had personally experienced being driven out by Cao Ge and even punished. Luckily Li Jing’er had stepped in to help; otherwise, the fate of leaving the Cao family would probably have been to grow old alone, tears streaming down her face, filled with endless regret.

The Governor-General’s residence in British India remained calm as ever. The officials here, all devoted to a brighter tomorrow for British India, naturally had no idea what was happening far away in the West regarding Governor Wavell’s resignation.

This was practically close to joint Sino-French administration of the French colonies, and the distance between a certain great power and Vietnam. If this dragged on, France would certainly suffer a heavy loss.

The giant tree’s roots had not suffered fatal damage, so it would likely sprout again and grow new branches. There seemed to be something at the tree’s core. Sha Dutian shone the wolf-tooth lamp toward the base of the giant tree, where a scarlet stone lay. At once, the military knife in Sha Dutian’s hand was drawn upward toward it.

Li Jing’er swallowed quietly, faintly afraid of Cao Ge’s cold aura. When his face darkened, she really was a little frightened.

“Your skin’s getting itchy?” Cao Ge said with a slight smile, reaching out to hold Li Jing’er tightly so she could not move.

As he ordered the dishes, I let my unfocused gaze drift idly about, and then, abruptly, it settled on one place.

At that point Ye Youchen believed that Zhou Han had really learned how to fight before. Damn it, that strength was far too great! And that wasn’t even his favored hand. Ye Youchen was utterly convinced that if it had been his favored hand, Zhou Han’s slap would probably have swollen his face.

“We’re not pretending about this anymore.” Yao Dongli had thought Zhou Han had already lowered his guard toward Huang Bicheng, but he had never imagined that Zhou Han’s words would nearly choke him to death.

Five hundred disciples at the Immortal-Transcendent Realm, accompanied by the three peak masters, Duan Hong, Ye Tian, and Granny Rumei, and of course more than ten thousand cultivators from the Limitless Sect, boarded the Sword Sect’s enormous flying ship. Lin Hao naturally went along as well.

Wang Hua lived in a subsidized apartment provided by his workplace, about one hundred and ten square meters in size. The rooms seemed to have been tidied up in advance, so the place looked especially clean and orderly.

I handed out several resumes and interviewed at a few advertising companies that all seemed quite large. In the end, several of them sent me invitations for second-round interviews.

The valley was strewn with jagged rocks and a few animal carcasses, which were naturally the bodies of those fiends from the Heavenly Dragon Society. The tents Xiaoshuang and the others had once lived in were all knocked to the ground, with clothes and cooking utensils scattered everywhere. Among them was also the purple long dress my sister liked to wear.

He looked toward Lin Hao, who was drawing nearer and nearer, and a faint cold smile surfaced in his heart. Each had his own plans, yet both pretended to be striving with all their might to defeat the other.

Chen Yu had, in fact, anticipated Wang Chenglin’s arrival, but when Zhou Lili came up as well, she was somewhat puzzled.

“What? You mean you didn’t find them?” Ji Fanxin asked, his face tight with anxiety.