Since they came right to you asking for a contract, there is no reason to let them go.

“Zaozao, our time here is almost up. Is there still nothing you want?” Jiang Zhuoran looked at her and asked.

She shook her head. “Anything will do.”

Now that she had Azure Nether: Slayer, a weapon powerful enough for both killing and escape, she no longer had to worry about threats to her life. It would be even better if she could find a defensive artifact. After looking around, she had already made her choice: the pair of red jade pendants on the second floor had caught her fancy, and they would be easy to conceal.

As soon as someone pointed it out, quite a few people edged toward the platform. In an instant, the crowd was packed shoulder to shoulder.

When a tingling numbness spread across his lips, his mind went completely blank, and for a moment he nearly forgot what he was doing.

Xiao Shuyi shuddered from head to toe, gooseflesh rising all over her body. Somehow, she felt that this person’s gaze seemed to be directed at the wrong target.

Wen Ruya motioned for her to lean closer, then repeated to her what Bi’er had said. When she saw none of the astonishment she had expected, she reminded her, “Leaving the palace without permission is a capital offense.” With such a perfect opportunity to eliminate a rival in love, why would she not take advantage of it?

Zhuzi stood beside Wan Lei without saying a word, and there was none of the awkwardness from before. He had seen situations like this too many times to find them strange anymore. In any case, that was simply how the two of them got along.

Fan’er seemed to have been starving for a long time. In a few swift movements, she finished everything cleanly, and I hurriedly added water for her, afraid she might choke.

Ji Yunye was just about to ask Wantao about the details before the incident when he saw Huamian slowly open her eyes in a daze. Seeing how exhausted and frail she looked, he went forward with a pang of concern and took her hand.

Hearing that what he had long wished for was finally about to come true, Tang Feng was beside himself with excitement. After releasing Alice, he circled her once, asked again to make sure, and then lunged toward her, wanting to pull the jade-like beauty before him into his arms.

Watching Pei Qijun eat with such relish, his heart suddenly sank, and a nameless fury flared within him. It seemed he had been far too lenient with Lan Xirui. She had actually become shameless enough to carry on an affair right under his nose.

Ning Xinmo refused to accept it. Why was she not allowed to enter his office? She had not even agreed to break up with him yet! Why, then, could she not go in?

Today she wore a simple, unadorned robe. Her long, raven-black hair was tied at the back with nothing more than a slender white band, and her jade-like face bore no trace of cosmetics.

Like a breeze brushing past, the cultivator Zhang’s hands had already begun caressing the strings. The instant the first string was plucked, Jiang Wei felt as though his true spirit had been gently touched, resonating in response.

“We’ll rest here for a while. I’ll personally prepare a sumptuous lunch for you,” Zhao Zixian said with a smile. He was a chef and had always been passionate about cooking. Having had no opportunity to display his culinary skills in recent days, he had long been itching to do so.

Watching the other man fly into the sky without even looking back, Jiang Wei knew that he could no longer kill him. Even so, he did not forget to taunt him. Perhaps the Lord of Overturned Mountain City would lose his temper and come back down to fight him.

Thus, at his command, all the armed police and public-security officers who had been waiting for so long filed in, one after another, through the Miao village that had been burned nearly beyond recognition, and began clearing the scene.

Those words echoed through Qiao Song’s mind like a curse. She gripped her clothes tightly, exerting such force that her fingers were almost deformed.

Li Haiyang rushed into a civilian house and let out a long sigh of relief, though a bitter smile still lingered on his face. The only weapon in his hand at that moment was a Browning M1910 pistol.

Zhao Zixian secretly assessed the condition of his body and found that it had recovered to the state it had been in before entering the mountains. He was not happy about it; instead, he grew even more worried. The reserves of his four great currents of true energy, accumulated over six days, had restored only a little more than a day of life. That meant that unless the problem was solved at its root, he could still grow old and die at any moment.