Chapter 133: A Stable Home

He began frequenting upscale nightclubs, hanging around with street toughs, and getting into fights.

Jiang Bufang followed Luo Yongqiang upstairs, listening as Luo complained.

Every family has its troubles. There was little he could do to help Luo Yongqiang with this sort of thing, so he could only offer a few words of gentle counsel.

Luo Yongqiang reached the third floor, took out his key, and unlocked the door.

Jiang...

On the lowest level underground stood a vast laboratory filled with precision instruments. Mo Yuqi and several white-bearded elders were engaged in a heated discussion.

Although Qin Yu had accidentally killed quite a few villagers during those rampages, leaving corpses strewn everywhere, as a professional soldier, he had to remain cold-blooded.

What was he to do? Us thought of the skeleton soldiers. If one skeleton soldier could not deal with a Nether Hound, then he would use two, three, four, or five.

“What? How could I possibly be willing? Enough talk. No one is allowed to take Yaoming’s head from me—I have to kill him. Otherwise, if Yier gets snatched away by some other man, I’ll cry myself to death and have nowhere to shed my tears!” Meng Jun declared with unwavering conviction. The blood covering his face trembled with every word.

By the time the Four Elders of the Ye clan realized something was wrong and ordered everyone to withdraw, it was already too late. Not only had Sima Yun absorbed a tremendous amount of power, but the Four Symbols Formation had also been forcibly shattered.

It was no longer just the Meng siblings, Gu Takong, Li Tianhua, and Bai Xi—even Yao Thirteen suddenly changed color, staring at Chu Feng in utter disbelief.

“They didn’t answer the phone, and our people have reported that Zhang Chuncheng has remained in Shi Chenggong’s room and has not come out,” Feng Wuying said.

Ye Tian was somewhat astonished. He had never expected this girl actually to watch the animated film he had recommended. How strange.

Some things need not be said aloud; spoken, they would sound unbearably sentimental. I knew that after this experience, no matter what Chen Shi encountered, he would face it together with me. Of course, I believed in the man beside me. Once he overcame the trial before him, there would be nothing left that could defeat him.

The stone she had chased moments ago had been utterly outclassed. If it dared confront her head-on, she was confident she could knock it flat within two moves.

An unclaimed wristband would transmit its location to the surrounding area, so using it as a marker was hardly unusual. Wen Lan thought nothing of it.

Then, with a slight wave of his hand, a pill covered in intricate, mysterious patterns and exuding a rich medicinal fragrance descended before Feng Qiming.

As soon as this comment appeared, many people who did not recognize the man with the handlebar mustache quickly matched him to the right person and began discussing him heatedly.

But before he had even finished speaking, the blazing greatsword in Wang Kuailiang’s hands came crashing down toward his head.

As for returning to the program itself, Director Hong abruptly changed tack, leaned close to Pei Yuanye’s ear, and asked—

For instance, the thermal overload relay had burned out this time, clearly indicating a problem with the integrated control circuit. But as for the precise cause, it was difficult for him to determine. The operation and maintenance manual from Sarem Corporation merely listed the warning signals for various malfunctions; it did not explain the underlying causes.

Unlike the chaos of the Black-Corner Region, Peace Town presented a quiet and tranquil scene under the control of Canaan Academy’s enforcement squad.

At the center of a sprawling complex of jeweled towers and jade halls, a youth dressed in deep purple-black robes sat beside a stone table in the courtyard, silently studying the Eight Trigrams divination disc upon it.

In truth, almost all information concerning the group was kept confidential from the outside world, with the exception of certain details about him.

Everyone was still immersed in the graceful dance when Long Yuner moved lightly before Mo Yu Jingchen and asked, “I wonder, King Dust, what do you think of Yuner’s dance?” Her voice was shy, and her eyes sparkled as she cast him a coy glance.

“Have all the formalities been completed?” Tang Yuansi, who had remained silent until then, saw her enter and asked gently.