Chapter 65: Cheng Xiang Leaves in Humiliation

Hearing this, Liu Cheng's expression softened considerably as he began discussing with Ruan Tang and the other two about how to renovate the courtyard.

With four people in the room, only Cheng Xiang remained silent, which ultimately led to her being left out by the other three.

Cheng Xiang bit her lip, feeling profoundly aggrieved. Clearly, she had known them longer than Ruan Tang had, so by what right should they shut her out!

She opened her mouth, wanting to chime in. When she heard Liu Cheng point to a tree growing in the corner and ask whether it should be cut down, her eyes lit up, and she hastily—

Yu Xinglan's face instantly flushed red, momentarily unsure of how to respond. Indeed, she had not yet figured out her own feelings, let alone understood the feelings of others.

Zhang Wuyan had thought this was his chance to seize fame and fortune, only for his sword to be shattered to pieces in an instant. Not just the sword, but every shred of his pride had also been smashed into the dust.

When the lightning struck Shifeng's back, those overlapping layers of black stone mystic armor were instantly blasted into flying powder.

Through the narrow, ravine-like gap shrouded in purple mist, winding and rugged subterranean corridors with a grim, gloomy aura began to appear. For some reason, the lingering scent of passage left behind by those tribulation-crossing spirits could always be detected, guiding them accurately forward through one crevice, cavern, and narrow passage after another.

"Since Ao Tou Ji is already the primary faction in Ghost Festival Fortress, probably no one except the Underworld could annihilate it." Jiang Dong believed this possibility made the most sense.

Fengtian led ten thousand soldiers into the pitch-black Wicked Dog Ridge. The moment they stepped into the territory, a chorus of sharp, urgent barking rang out. In the chaotic fog before them, pairs of red eyes, some near and some far, flickered like lanterns in the dark night.

As soon as Wu Hanhan finished speaking, Liu Chang also nodded heavily, saying: "My daily allowance is only ten yuan, which is not even enough to buy snacks."

The waiter said: "Very well! I'll wait for you all nearby." With that, the waiter stepped aside while keeping an eye on the group.

Lin Yun seemed to have been prepared all along; the next moment, with a spin in mid-air, she landed gracefully on the ground.

Originally, the interior of the Gudu Demon Abyss was a honeycomb of ant tunnels. The rumbling sound of their passage along the way was magnified by various winding holes and transmitted out through numerous external openings on the Demon Realm side. It sounded like countless loudspeakers broadcasting at full blast, and the massive shockwaves instantly swept across a corner of the Gua Wasteland.

Of course, the most enraged was Feng Yutian, because while Qin Yun was speaking, his foot continued to grind mercilessly into Feng Yutian's face.

However, forcing the police to disperse a gathered crowd right in front of the leadership was precisely what the leaders wished to avoid, especially the senior officials.

Upon hearing this, Meng Hechuan began to feel anxious inside. He even harbored a suspicion that Ling Zhengdao might have already sensed something, which was why he had suddenly arrived in Linshan City at this time.

Suddenly, Wuyuan appeared, holding a dagger and lunging at Chang Huan. Because he had to protect Jiang Shengxue, Chang Huan dared not meet the attack recklessly and could only dodge in a disheveled manner.

Furthermore, Elder Jiang's skill at playing the charlatan was vastly superior to hers; in this regard, he was a figure on par with Xi Ruozhou. If even he could miscalculate, how could she, Fang Jueqian, possibly get it right?

Originally, the person who invited Wang Qinghou to be a guest was Yu Ruoyu, but halfway through the conversation, Xugu also arrived. He looked at Wang Qinghou for a moment, then smiled in a spine-chilling manner.

Qin Yu wore a sapphire-blue suit and chestnut-colored curls, his facial features possessing an arresting and flamboyant handsomeness that made him the only person one could see in a group photo of fiercely competitive entertainers.

In fact, Ling Zhengdao's arrival in Dongling Province was not high-profile. He came alone, without even a dedicated official vehicle; the car he rode in belonged to Zhou Ying's company.

Xiang Wan looked at him with a beaming smile, her face slightly flushed. Surely, even a blockhead as dull as him should know what this meant by now.

There are many talented people in this world, but those who possess both talent and virtue are not so numerous. Mu Fangrui was one of them.