Chapter Thirty-Three: The Quarrel

Ruan Li felt a surge of irritation the moment she heard her mother say that. Remembering everything her mother had done to her in her previous life, she could not help but feel a trace of hatred.

Everything belonged to Ruan Zhicheng—even after she died, she still had to pave the way for him!

Ruan Li drew a deep breath, her face cold and silent, then waved her hand and ordered the servants to move everything into the carriage.

The household servants did as they were told. Jin Laidi reached out to stop them, but one of the footmen blocked her with a smile.

“Auntie, please don’t get in our way.”

Countless ages ago, Venerable Heaven’s Extremity had successfully broken through to the Venerable Realm precisely because of the blessing bestowed by this Rain of Origin.

With the mark in place, even falling far behind in the number of jungle camps cleared would not be a serious problem.

His first item was the Great Holy Grail, allowing his abilities to provide even more healing.

However... now that the enemy had become wary, there was no way to keep track of the jungler’s movements.

Li Siyu took a pinch of tea leaves and poured herself a cup, then poured another for Yang Shouyi. Yang Shouyi hurriedly held out both hands to receive the teacup.

Everyone in the room found it unbelievable that Li Keyong and Zhu Wen had bowed their heads. Li Keyong in particular was the one they knew best; they had dealt with the one-eyed Prince of Jin more than anyone else. No one could have imagined that such a forceful man would lower himself as well.

In an instant, the entire world seemed to fall silent. The smiles on their faces froze, and a chill surged from the seawater through their entire bodies.

After probing the inside of the tower with his senses, Ye Feng was suddenly wild with joy. Lying quietly within were three entirely new Path Roots.

Zhang Xu estimated that the place not only contained a method for allowing divine power and demonic energy to coexist within the body, but was also likely inhabited by beings that surpassed the ancient gods and demons.

The Great Emperor Gengjin was not surprised by Sun Wukong’s words. After nodding to him, he turned his gaze toward the Great Emperor Yanhuo, though it was no longer as amiable as before.

Gao Fei parked the car in the shopping mall’s underground garage. The police had all been drawn away by the slant-eyed man’s vehicle, so for the moment, they could at least say they were safe.

“I took a look. At present, our total grain production still isn’t high enough, and with this population...” The dragon’s roar thundered across the sky like heavenly lightning, reverberating between heaven and earth.

He had just been about to take the old man’s pulse when he heard the Third Brother’s loud, blustering voice approaching. He hurriedly rose and went to block the doorway.

“These people are from the same company as those who attacked our convoy last time. I found the same insignia on them,” Ye Qinghun said as he entered.

Actually, their ignorance could not be blamed on these ghosts. Ghosts were different from humans, after all; these witchcraft dolls could not restrain them at all. As a result, most ghosts had never studied this subject. It was only today that he had finally been able to determine exactly how to destroy the witchcraft dolls.

How could Yuan Zimo fail to understand that deliberately carefree, playful expression? He respected Li Hua. If she did not wish to speak, he would never force her, still less make wild guesses.

Lanad’s expression stiffened. This was what he feared most, and what he least wanted to see. If things truly continued in that direction, he, the prince, would lose his chance forever, with no possibility of ever making a comeback.

At that moment, tears shimmered in Su Qing’s eyes, while Xia Hei stared fixedly at her, gripping both of her hands tightly. Su Qing alternated between rolling on the ground and letting out anguished screams. Watching her made everyone’s hearts ache terribly.

Zhou Ru’an was deeply shocked the first time he saw his wife. Xu Fengxia still looked exactly as she had all those years ago, without the slightest change—apart from the pallor of her face.

He had not seen Han Zhen for such a long time that, once he returned to the army, he would have to greet him no matter what.

On the road, Ye Feitong turned to glance at Jing Yi, who had been leaning against the car seat ever since she got in, staring blankly and unhappily out the window. He held back again and again, but in the end could not stop himself from asking softly.