Chapter 33: More Loss than Gain

“Hmph! Fair-weather friend!” Ye Xue shot Wang Lu a cold glance.

Wang Lu frowned, but dared not vent his anger. He knew Li Ruhai was waiting for Ye Chen’s response, and if things went sour, not only would he lose his job, but worse could befall him. He had no choice but to force a smile, his face thick with embarrassment.

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Zhang Ye sat on a boulder, with his sword, Snow-Blower, planted firmly in the earth beneath him. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to set his mighty Blade of Moon-Slashing beside him, but the weapon was simply too enormous. If he failed the mission, it would mean his death. Even winning the favor of the Flower Demon would be of no use then. The Star Emperor had already made it clear: Han Xiao must be crushed to dust, and the Sacred Artifact, the Evil Dragon Burning Wheel, must be reclaimed.

Yue Yuxuan was on the verge of tears; he glanced at Han Xiao, then at the Fairy Su Wen, unable to utter a single word after stammering for ages.

“You’re vile, damn you! I’ve done exactly as you asked—what more do you want?” Wu Tian roared in fury.

Indeed... his earlier suspicions were not baseless: behind this beast tide lurked several powerful presences, their energies surging and shifting.

Just then, a gentle laughter echoed from afar, dissolving, as if by magic, the murderous tension between Mingyue Qianlong and Lord Ye.

In the rearview mirror, half the driver’s face was visible, yet now that half was rotten, as if tossed into a meat grinder. The flesh was mangled, oozing dark red blood, and a faint green glow shimmered across his ruined features.

There was nothing outstanding about its appearance, nor anything special about its material; it seemed not even to match the quality of a magical artifact, just an utterly ordinary item of its kind.

Wu Tian understood Old Liu’s meaning perfectly, and could only smile helplessly, offering no explanation.

For Guan Xi, a distance of over a hundred meters was but a matter of seconds. Under the wary gaze of Scarface, Guan Xi swiftly slipped into the house.

Huang Zicheng waved his hand grandly. Don’t be fooled by his timidity before Liu Chun; that’s only because Liu Chun holds incriminating evidence against him. With others, Huang Zicheng showed plenty of swagger.

The Mu family’s schemes were ruthless, but they never anticipated that Shu Wang, with her photographic memory, would, through endless experiments, master the pinnacle of medical science and even use feigned death to trick the entire Mu clan, securing her rebirth.

A rainbow of light appeared at her fingertips, following her movements to trace a picture in the air.

“I don’t want to fall for him. I can’t let myself like him now. There are still so many things I haven’t done!” Wang Xiangying sobbed into her own arms.

Jian Han hurried to Jin Sicheng’s side, crouched down, said nothing, but placed her hand over the elder’s chest, clenched her fist, and began tapping at his heart.

Unable to protect her own child, a Han woman gambled everything to save her son’s life.

At that moment, An Xia saw Lu Bochuan; her gaze drifted downward, the smile faded from her eyes, replaced by a hint of chill.

“Tang Ning, I need your help.” Jian Han didn’t wait for a reply, hastening to state her purpose.

“Dad, I’m not talking to you—I’m watching a movie. And no, Lin Bafang’s little brother isn’t the kind of person you think. It’s your son who’s rotten, secretly filming me changing clothes. I haven’t even settled the score with him yet!” Wo Yiran shouted angrily into the phone.

Cheng Zhi felt on the verge of vomiting, but his gaze was locked, as if bewitched by that sweet potato, glued in place and unable to move.

Lu Qingtian’s eyes grew cold; at the mention of Gu Xiyun, a flash of murderous intent passed through his gaze, sharp and chilling.

In a breath, everything within a hundred meters unfolded in Xiao Ran’s mind with perfect clarity.

Now that he had a place to rest and sleep, he didn’t want to substitute meditation for sleep, even if it was possible.