Chapter 61 I Am Willing to Mortgage My Soul

Upon hearing this, Xie Yunting cast a very stingy glance at Song Zhiyan, followed by a sigh as she remarked,
"What a deeply touching scenario!"
After a brief chuckle and a derisive snort, Xie Yunting bent down.
The next moment, the tip of her long, jade-like finger lifted Zhang Xiaocui's chin.
"You are so pretty, how could I ever kill you?"
"I'm too busy feeling sorry for you! Why are you crying, poor thing."

However, the expected sound of a slap never came. Chu Xiu had already grabbed Liu Hao's hand, effortlessly catching that heavy blow.

"Xun'er? What are you doing here? Stop making a fuss." Xiao Huo stepped forward and took Xun'er's hand. This girl—instead of cultivating properly back in the Ancient Clan, she had traveled all the way to the Gama Empire, and even brought Gu Ling'er along.

This deep-fried skewer shop offered two types of seasonings. One was a dry spice mix, which involved sprinkling a proprietary blend of dozens of spices crafted by the owner. The other was a sauce, painted with the owner's secret concoction.

"Before leaving, I should check the stats of the Bloodthirsty Wild Wolves; otherwise, wouldn't this trip be in vain?" Standing not far from the dungeon entrance, Shen Fei decided to test the aggro range and movement speed of the wild monsters first. That way, he wouldn't be completely clueless when he brought people over later on, and he even wanted to test the attack power of these Bloodthirsty Wild Wolves.

When they killed the Overlord, Chu Xiu had also returned, but his hands were entirely empty.

If he hadn't gone offline at that time, perhaps the landscape of the entire game would have changed by now.

That wasn't the main point. The crucial part was that a man whose figure was extremely similar to Ding He was walking alongside him.

"I don't understand." Xia Chunfeng placed his hands on his hips, looking completely bewildered. If he wanted Imperial Concubine Rong dead, he must have had countless ways; why bother making a special arrangement for him to enter the palace?

Furthermore, they weren't even letting He Lingwei see Ling Jingchen right now. With burns this severe, they weren't even prescribing medicine for Li Jixiu to examine him—what on earth were their intentions?

"My daughter-in-law is carrying my grandson right now. If you offend her, I will go to the authorities and report that you are defrauding people of their money and embezzling family property. You'd better weigh that carefully." Madam Yuan warned bluntly, without a single word of nonsense.

Not only had she obtained the Blood Plasma Fruit, but consuming the Flesh Pellet had allowed her to cross four cultivation chasms in succession, reaching the other shore of the Spirit Sea Realm, leaving her just a step away from that coveted realm of immortality.

Fortunately, he had watched educational videos on how children dress when he was in the Black Pearl dungeon, so he fumbled and explored his way through it slowly. He managed to put on his pants and even tied a crooked, clumsy butterfly knot with the waistband.

"Madam Zhou, Zhou Yu is quite all right now. Let him tell us about his encounter." Xie Yu glanced at her and reminded her.

Hearing Han Ge's words, Lin Ziyou immediately pulled back her thoughts and looked up at Han Ge with some nervousness.

"This is my only condition, and there is no room for negotiation. By the way, let me remind you—if you don't move out of here within three days, bear the consequences yourselves!" My attitude was extremely firm.

The Yang family scions sent by Yang Zhengxiang before the New Year, the children of certain officials within the soaring dragon guards, and the elites selected from various places, such as Luo Chen, Ning Bo, and others, were all dumped by Yang Zhengbhan into the personal guards camp to undergo training.

He had perfectly inherited his salted-fish traits, sitting to the side and rubbing his drowsy eyes, his head nodding like a woodpecker as he looked thoroughly sleepy. Finally, he very comfortably rested his head against Shen Wanqing's shoulder and drifted off to sleep.

Zhang Guilan brought it up to her nose and took a whiff. A foul stench rushed straight into her nasal cavity, and she hastily put the pill back into the box, shoving the box back into Lin Ruoyan's hands.

Lin Ruoyan hoped inwardly that Jiang Feng would grasp her meaning and make the response she was longing for.

Xie Wuyan gave an assent, then glanced at Zeng Ziyun, who was leaning against a tree and had yet to wake up, before looking back at Shen Wanqing, who had already walked some distance away.