Volume One, Chapter 61: He Yunshen Tears Up the Divorce Agreement

“Auntie, please don’t worry. I’m only suspicious; it might not be true!”
“I’m just suspicious about what you told me. It almost made me so angry... Oh dear, these two kids really are a handful!”

Clearly, Feng Li had not fled. Since the butler had not yet taken off his pants, Feng Li was not at risk of developing corns, but precisely because of this, the butler caught hold of the ornamental piece at Feng Li’s waistband and lifted him up directly.

He saw in Su Nian’s hands a bloody, mangled mass. Blood dripped drop by drop, yet she was smiling—a cruel, terrifying smile like that of an executioner.

“Bang!” Li Mingyou poured wine for Lin Wei, while Zhu Mu Yi had drunk a little too much and was starting to feel dizzy, though his gaze kept drifting toward Li Mingyou. Meanwhile, Li Yajie had already lost consciousness from drinking.

“Let’s go home and have a meal together!” Luo Tingfeng said, looking at Luo Xi with a trace of fatherly affection welling up in his heart. He even foolishly hoped she would be moved enough to call him “dad.”

Yun Jiyang fell silent, inhaling a breath of fresh air. Because of Qin Yiruo’s presence, the surrounding air seemed especially pure and refreshing.

“What? I just asked him, and he said he hasn’t listened to the recording yet!” Song Jiaqi was shocked. Could the police really lie and deceive her?

Looking at the newcomer, Yao Mingxuan’s eyes were still bloodshot, his body in a pitiful state. Blood kept oozing from various parts of his body, drying up only to flow anew repeatedly, as if trying to drain all the blood from his body before stopping.

Facing the furious and savage beast, Aier still smiled easily and cheerfully, riding the red knight forward. The battle was just beginning.

Ati slept soundly, as if free of all worries, her face radiating complete tranquility. Seeing that blissful sleeping face made Feng Li hesitate for a moment, wondering whether he should wake her.

“Didn’t you say you would protect her well?… Is this how you protect her?!” Ye Wuqing’s voice was icy cold, his gaze toward Mo Qianshang filled with grief and fury, a deadly intent blazing.

He swiftly flew toward the cave’s ceiling, but before reaching it, Tian Xuanzi felt his body hindered. A black lightning bolt struck from above, and the Hundred Blaze Floating Cluster sank as if trapped in a swamp, unable to move an inch. Not daring to linger, he immediately summoned his treasure and returned to the ground, forced to find another way out.

For a moment, a greyish divine light shot into the sky, faint chaotic sword qi radiating in all directions. Threads of sword energy resembled clouds, descending en masse upon the Quantie Daoist.

The cheers at the scene grew louder as James defeated Sun Zhuo. Not only that, but Sun Zhuo had called a timeout—and it was the Master who called it! Everyone knew Phil Jackson rarely called timeouts; usually, players adjusted themselves on the court.

“No!” Yang Yi turned his head to reply, then looked at Fuman, noticing a hint of grievance on his face. Damn, he was like the Two of Diamonds—a big fan of officials—but Yang Yi never truly regarded Fuman as his second-in-command. He always felt that Fuman the magician was a bit eccentric, his actions unclear and even suspicious.

Zhang Xiu nodded and said, “Since everyone believes no troops will be dispatched, Xiao Zhi, you shall reply to Cao Sikong on my behalf.” Fazheng nodded in agreement.

However, his hand clearly felt resistance; the hand blade stopped after piercing through the iron armor.

“The ultimate principle of all things in the cosmos is the Way; the path of chaos is naturally the great Dao,” Huorong said firmly.

Even with Long Fei’s extraordinary mental strength, he dared not casually split off too many shadow clones, as it would dilute his power and be dangerous. Besides, he simply didn’t have enough chakra to spare.