Chapter 160: Fengxiu, Driven Out by His Leaky Little Cotton-padded Jacket

Vasac was extremely indulgent toward his son, to the extent that their interactions resembled those of friends rather than father and son.

"Alright."

Mendi finally let out a sigh of relief.

His father had finally returned to normal!

Strange as it might seemed, in the eyes of outsiders, the Star Demon God Vasac was a taciturn and wise figure, yet to him, he was an unorthodox and mischievous father.

Ah, his father was even more delicate and pretty than he was; it was hard to evaluate.

Back then, Tang Mengsan's battle armor had been shattered by the Japanese, but immediately afterward, a far more powerful set of armor had appeared.

Thinking of Qiu Luoxue's tear-filled eyes, Xia Zimo could not stem the tide of sorrow in his heart. He had never expected that the final image of Qiu Luoxue in his memory would be one of her face covered in tears.

The shouts of the traffic police followed them all the way. The man's attention was locked in intense concentration as Qiao Xinnyue watched him drive onto the bridge, beneath which a turbulent river surged.

Lin Xiao insisted that humans and ghosts belonged to different worlds and should not have excessive contact, yet he knew even better that there was no superiority or inferiority between the living and the dead. The grudges between humans and ghosts could not simply be wiped away just because they were separated by life and death; otherwise, there would not be so many vengeful spirits and fierce ghosts in this world.

"Why don't you name your price first!" Seeing that Qin Hao was about to unleash his inner chatterbox, Chen Baoguo hurriedly interrupted him.

"Why does everyone keep saying I still have feelings for you?" The speaker was Xia Ziyi, and the sharp "slap" that had just sounded was made by him.

The corpse that had been fished up was battered beyond recognition, and though tests had been run, it turned out not to be Chu Xi.

However, WZA had already offered compensation of three properties for one demolished home, plus twenty thousand yuan in cash.

Mo Sichen merely looked on indifferently, eventually instructing his bodyguard to take the camera from her hands. Looking at the camera, the sneer at the corner of his mouth grew even more pronounced.

Qin Mo did share some food with her. In truth, he was not very particular about meals as long as it filled his stomach; the one thing he remained stubbornly fixated on in this lifetime was He Huan, though she likely had not realized it yet.

Given Nilo's lineage, identity, and past experiences, she knew far too many things—naturally including the necessary conditions for opening the boundary gate and the patterns of these curse runes.

Xu Mo suddenly hugged her tightly, embracing her so fiercely that her fingernails almost sank into Wen Yuan's flesh.

Only A Li followed closely behind her upon returning from the banquet. She gasped in astonishment and quickly dropped to her knees, terrified that Cao Jin might notice her.

During that period, Han Xieluo remained within the Blood Moon Divine Cult, a span of time unknown to Lin Miao. For Han Xieluo had successfully integrated into the demonic sect, and her relationship with Mu Tianqing remained shrouded in ambiguity.

Regardless of the fact that Luo Yunxi was already caked in dried, foul-smelling blood, and paying no heed to the others following closely behind, he kissed her passionately, as though he intended to knead her into his very bones and blood.

"A simple 'I was wrong' won't make everything okay." Lan Fei remained unmoved. She detested this kind of arbitrary behavior most of all; once a mishap occurred, she was always the one left to clean up the mess. The mere thought of it made her furious.

This great battle raged for a long time. Even though the Ice Spirit was already exhausted, Huang Wu was still able to harness the endless demonic qi residing within the demonic sword.

She had not expected him to throw her own words back at her. Her lips moved, but in the end, she said not a single word.

It was her former husband, yet she had already been cast aside. Clearly, this old fogey was mocking her father, and Huang Wuye cast a cold, icy glance toward these elders.

Song Huiqian and Song Huiru both called out softly, their voices brimming with boundless concern and love, urging the man they cherished to return.

"Alright!" He Yanlin, Chen Yu, and the others shouted in unison, each taking their respective seats to prepare for battle.

Lu Tian curled his lips. He only had money and some bizarre gadgets on him; he truly possessed no miraculous elixirs.

At this very moment, people no longer cared to argue whose driving skills were superior; they simply wanted to thoroughly savor this ultimate supercar showdown of China, unwilling to miss a single frame.

The demons sprang into action immediately, and various departments began operating with intense urgency as the communication channels instantly buzzed with activity.

Jiang Chen, in his True Ancestor of Zombies form, flapped his wings and landed right in front of Xu Fu, slamming a fist directly into his face.

"Actually, the best approach toward Neon is a roundabout attack," Gao Jun sighed thoughtfully. "The mindset of the Neon people is simple: they worship the strong. As long as you are powerful and renowned worldwide, they will come crawling to your feet, weeping and pleading."

Qian Hu's face flushed red. He had originally intended to put Lu Tian in his place, but having his attack caught so effortlessly left him with nowhere to hide his embarrassment.

A moment later, the water screen vanished, and the characters dissolved one by one back into water droplets, plunging into the circular pool.

Crying out to draw attention, Yuan Ying simultaneously executed a sword-teleportation and flashed over! Just as Xing'er was about to meet a tragic end, Yuan Ying blocked the fatal blow aimed at her.

With Cheng Guangwei's interference removed, and under Gao Han's vigorous support, the fundraising was smoothly distributed to the administrative villages under Longchuan Town. Materials such as the safety appraisal report for the teaching building and photographs of the dilapidated housing conditions were submitted to the County Education Bureau for approval.

Qin Ping'an rushed over frantically, tearing off the tape on Feng Luo's mouth while frantically shaking her body.

"What's this? Trying to gag me with a razor so you can harbor illicit intentions against me tonight?" They had only known each other for a day, but Qin An realized he had already grown addicted to bullying Mu Ziyou.

Stepping out of the elevator, Chu Yihao froze upon seeing the giant bouquet of roses placed at her doorstep, stopping dead in her tracks.

Holding his helmet in one hand, he got out of the car, his gaze sweeping across the audience seating before pausing as his brow furrowed slightly.

Pondering these things, Wang Minghai once again recalled the patch of marshland he had passed by earlier while exploring the island.

Zhang Xiaojing was the first to charge toward the riverbank, ignoring the torrential rain as he shouldered a shovel and began scooping sand into hemp sacks.

Mindful that there were still two Nascent Soul-tier lunatics inside, Chen Luo withdrew his divine sense and turned to walk outward, his auxiliary brain running at full capacity to observe the surroundings and attempt to calculate any potential formation eyes hidden in the vicinity.