Chapter 44: Lou Xizhou Prepares to Make an Arrest

“I’ll be traveling abroad for business in the next few days. By the time your vacation ends, I’ll be back. We can talk then.”

Lou Xizhou spoke not to ask Tang Yu’s opinion, but to inform her.

His tone sounded a bit authoritative to Tang Yu’s ears, yet she felt no resentment—perhaps it was because of her affection for him.

As long as it wasn’t excessive, it was within what she could accept.

“We’ll talk about it then.”

But that would have to wait until after her trip, once she had cleared her mind.

This creature was the dominant force here, naturally claiming everything around it as its own—even the molten lava beneath the surface. Now, seeing me trying to seize what belonged to it, it instinctively roared with fury, swinging its tentacles toward me.

She turned her head, smiling brightly as she cupped Lang Mocheng’s face, her features more enchanting than a fairy’s, radiating an alluring charm that set Lang Mocheng’s heart aflame.

I had encountered psychologists before, but I always maintained a skeptical attitude toward psychology. I believed that so-called psychology was merely reading expressions and guessing what others were thinking—a mere farce.

“No wonder you couldn’t accept it at first, after all, it’s someone familiar,” Uncle Qiu said with a wry smile. “Dark Feather Luo is renowned for her superb ball control, often able to toy with her opponents at will.”

“If Yan Wei were with her, the first thing she’d do is move Yan Wei away and then ditch her current phone. I ask you, how are we supposed to find her then?” Du Rui shot back sharply.

In the eyes of Zhang Wu and the others, the sun and moon reversed, the magnetic fields of heaven and earth swapped places, and the entire desert seemed to oppose Dong Baiyuan. Sand from the ground inexplicably surged up to bury Dong Baiyuan as if creating a grave—an eerie scene indeed.

Moreover, Lin Wanbai had decided to stake out on a whim, so she hadn’t had time to stockpile food supplies.

Though inwardly complaining, my body obediently followed Senior Brother’s instructions and carefully observed the surroundings.

I handed the wooden plaque engraved with the character “Prosperity” to Shi Xing. Upon receiving it, Shi Xing wept again.

“I don’t understand a word of what you’re saying. I know nothing. I’m leaving. Someone, we’re leaving.” Singes immediately called to his subordinates, intending to leave the palace with them.

Just as that deep voice echoed in Su Lin’s mind, the hand gripping the Shattered Star Divine Sword suddenly moved.

When heading out, I specifically warned Catherine to be wary of Rhine; after all, she was from the underground trading post and couldn’t be underestimated.

Seizing the brief moment when the phalanx was temporarily paralyzed, Yun Chen tore open a gap in the impenetrable formation and led all the disciples of the Mingjian Manor out.

What the heck! So pungent! Shen Feng was startled, quickly wiping his nose, then smelling a foul, irritating scent—as if inhaling pepper powder—causing his nose to run and tears to flow.

Mo Tian suddenly recalled that before leaving, he had indeed instructed to begin recruiting disciples to strengthen the Mo family’s overall power. It seemed his parents had already taken action.

“I’m here, but you all… definitely don’t go. The Endless Three Blades of Chizhan are just too overwhelming,” He Xuan said. He had been defeated by the Endless Three Blades himself, and the terrifying power of the final strike was still vivid in his memory.

“I told you before, I just can’t do it. Even if you go easy on me, I still can’t win,” Shen Feng said, struggling to get up and retorting bitterly.

Leng Feixin steadied her mind. Leaning against the man, she felt his hands like iron clamps, strong and unyielding, restraining her completely.

Given all this, Dahua faced threats only from Persia and the Abbasid Caliphate. Between the two, Shen Feng chose Persia, as the Abbasids had long submitted to the Rouran clan; going there again would be futile.