Chapter 34 - Chapter 34

Yao Qingmu couldn't hear what he was saying, just shaking her head nervously and retreating toward the door. "Understood!" Xue Xiaoni's professional instincts kicked in immediately; she agreed while reaching for her service pistol. Empress Liu nodded and ordered, "Everyone step back and let us three women have a heart-to-heart talk." The term "mother and daughters" warmed Yao Qingmu's heart. Indulging in coolness now might bring trouble later—old age brings its own set of ailments. "This isn't right; the person inside is someone we can't afford to provoke," the manager warned, knowing full well the individual's formidable reputation. But ever since Ming experienced the underworld's torture, the mere touch of another person became unbearable. Sometimes she hated herself for constantly thinking of Jun Wuxie, despite wanting to stay away from him. Such a talent, if recruited under her banner, would bring immeasurable profits. Only by achieving such results could she truly stand out in front of her father. Yun Yue sighed inwardly, puzzled—how could a cold and noble person and a mischievous charmer clash so fiercely? In her mind, these two personalities, though different, were typically unlikely to conflict. Susan was stunned—who used weapons? It was clearly him wielding the short knife all along. Chu He looked terrified, fully aware that the usually approachable Manager Liu could turn into a ruthless killer when angered. "Those clothes... they're all gone. Except for what I'm wearing, the rest have been given away," Ming said nonchalantly. "Yun'er, what are you looking at?" Lin Weiwu looked down at his grandson, noting that unlike others who rode horses, his mount was a high-ranking terrestrial dragon beast. "Let me thank you on behalf of Li Haolong; let's schedule another time to talk," Cai Zhenglong said flatteringly. "Yuxin, how did you know someone wanted to kill me?" Li Haolong asked in surprise over the phone. "Humans have always wondered why the demons of the Wilderness Forest never step foot outside, nor are plants transplanted elsewhere. It's as if they're imprisoned here—or perhaps suppressed," Bai Li Qi and Wei Wei mused as they explored. While checking rooms, Li Na became furious when Song Weiwei suddenly barged in—this was her territory, and she wouldn't tolerate encroachment. Finally, when it was time to eat, they dug in voraciously, babbling incoherently with praise. Da Wuwei's Daoist cultivation collapsed under the backlash, his vision blurring and his head throbbing. "That's more like it. Otherwise, I'd blacklist you for this meal," Li Na said as she sat down, smiling. Thus, when he noticed the extended maturation time of the farmland's rice, he solemnly reported to Wang Jing. As Ming finished half a vat of rice, Shen Mama couldn't help but ask. The emperor's efficiency, combined with the increasing administrative workload, left no room for complacency. A thin white man placed his money down and joyfully began smoking drugs. Upon receiving the military intelligence, Wang Jing's expression shifted, while Shen Yi and Bu Zhi looked shaken. The art of compromise, mastered through practice, allowed him to act convincingly in any role. Yang Chengye pondered how to utilize the black powder, oblivious to Zhao Bozong speaking to him. Su Manyue raised her other hand, phone in hand. "My lord... the Prime Minister is here to see you. The servants couldn't stop him; he's threatening to slit his throat unless he meets you!" the waiter panted as he ran in. There was a time when she was so frightened by plastic mannequins in stores that she trembled. Mo Chuxi smiled thinly, his captivating gaze causing Mu Qian Shui to gasp. Liu Biao nodded and said, "Since we're already out of the city, let's swing by and greet Sun Jian." Cai Mao respectfully agreed. At this moment, Yan Xin's previously dull gaze became clear and lively. "The Xuan Crystal wasn't handed over to you—does that count as what I just said?" Ji Ling'er asked, retreating to the side of the disciple from the Wujue Hall. Thinking of this, his mood improved, and he nodded at the subordinate reporting to him. Ning Zitong's tears fell as she fiercely interrupted, her crimson eyes glaring at the naive Yan Xin. The most striking aspect was their creation of countless independent realms and parallel worlds. As the world evolved, disagreements among the great deities over the Dao led to unprecedented celestial and demonic wars. Ling Yin's primordial spirit was enveloped in a misty artifact, absorbing the surrounding cosmic energy and the wood-essence from plants into his being. Qin Yu didn't dwell on not saving others; he was content with taking things one step at a time. Little did he know, many people were waiting for him at school. The two arrived at Miyamoto Musashi's martial arts dojo. Musashi subconsciously didn't want the man to know about his current situation, fearing unnecessary worry. Since his status had been demoted, he couldn't just sit idly by. With nothing to lose, he wanted to see what could be negotiated with a replacement. He only revived the body, turning the deceased into a new kind of living dead—mindlessly obedient. Qin Yu politely gestured for Bai Lao to proceed, and Bai Lao then had his assistants display Qin Yu's paintings. If the grave robber wasn't Li Erdan, and Li Erdan wasn't the one who removed the organs, where did he get the intestines? And why was he running away? What was he afraid of?