Chapter 165: You young people nowadays, always dating in pairs

Wen Ni looked toward Elder Li.

Elder Li gave two snorts. “The arrest warrant for Zhou Chengli was signed by my son. I know everything!”

Wen Ni smiled without showing her teeth. “Your son is very capable.”

Elder Li asked, “Are you worried about Zhou Jingyi? Why don’t we go to the hospital and see him? I’ll go with you.”

Ke Qifeng wore a dark expression. He knew Yang Xingguo was referring to him—criticizing his act of taking what he wanted by force.

“Then let me steer the boat. If you let me steer, I won’t shout anymore. How about it?” Feiyu stared earnestly at Meng Luo, seemingly possessed by an extraordinary fixation with piloting the boat.

The construction crew was about to disband, and the reason was that everyone had to take turns pouring cement. Of all construction work, the dirtiest and most exhausting was undoubtedly pouring cement.

As soon as the red-robed young man finished speaking, the other two youths rose one after another. Their auras spread outward; all three were at the seventh level of Qi Refining.

“I’ll demonstrate it once for you. Try to follow what I do.” With that, Yoshiki Saeki stood up and briskly began making the necessary preparations.

The Collapsing-Mountain Black Bear sensed Chu Tianxing’s arrival and hurriedly opened its eyes, letting out two ingratiating whimpers.

Changge did not know when she would return, so for the moment he could not respond to the Sect Master of the Five Illusions Sect. And when it came to the Spirit Source, the Five Illusions Sect certainly would not yield so easily.

Wang Dafu’s cultivation was weak, so the pressure exerted by the fluctuations of magical power weighed more heavily upon him. After only a few steps, sweat had already appeared on his forehead.

Wang Hao wasted no more time and went directly up the stairs toward the third floor. His target was the only person left alive. On the second floor, he had heard the final gunshot and footsteps coming from the far right. He had taken the staircase on the left, and when he reached the upper floor, he indeed saw no one.

“Kill!” Abbess Miaozhen struck first. With a sweep of her hand, a snow-white streak of light shot toward the thousand or more snake-men rushing at them.

Watching him prepare so decisively to kneel before those vines, whose thorns were extraordinarily long, nearly stopped her heart.

She countered with a question, her expression suggesting that she was not worried about her own safety in the least. Su Jun would not kill her. As long as he did not, everything would be manageable.

All of this was merely conjecture, unsupported by evidence. Still, they had at least found a direction that could connect the various pieces, which in itself counted as progress.

The same was true of the layout. It paid no attention to geomancy, nor to the shifting of scenery with every step or the alternation of gloom and sudden brightness. Everything followed An Ruibo’s wishes.

She turned, intending to return to the car and leave. After all, Mi’er had said she was fine, hadn’t she? Mi’er had been exhausted all day and had not even eaten dinner. What if she was hungry?

If Xun Mi knew what her husband was thinking at that moment, the emotion in her heart would certainly vanish without a trace.

What this meant was: He is a good child, but unfortunately, his family revealed his origins, thereby divulging a secret of Heaven. This allusion was not something Ye Yaoguang had invented. It came from the story of Wang Shouren, who was later hailed as the foremost figure of the Ming dynasty.

Whether Lu Peiyuan or Lu Yuyan, the two men had turned the area outside the palace upside down, yet neither could make sense of what was happening inside.

Still, Yang Xianrong instinctively felt that something was wrong. For one thing, Divine Physician Xue was notoriously elusive. In recent years, he had traveled from place to place, so why had he suddenly come to their door and taken Yao Ge away?

His mind was in disarray. The fact that he had cultivated a sinister art mixed with a chaos-inducing agent had already made it extremely difficult to control his soul. After suffering Xue Qiren’s assault, his thoughts had become even more confused and chaotic, bringing him close to madness. He was even beginning to realize that he was on the verge of death.

“What are you saying? You make it sound as though we aren’t doing this for ourselves too!” Long Sifeng rolled her eyes and spoke with some exasperation.

“This Mo Ziyu is far stronger than I am!” Huang Yan’s expression grew solemn. He recalled that when he had fought Tian Ci, he had first clashed with this number-two puppet. The final outcome had been far from favorable.