Volume One, Chapter 115: An Independent Spirit

Shi Lei had never intended to extort a hundred thousand yuan from Fang Sheng. He had only been bluffing, planning to bargain with Fang Sheng and settle for ten or twenty thousand yuan in the end. That would have satisfied him perfectly.

Unexpectedly, Fang Sheng agreed at once, without attempting to bargain at all.

When she arrived, it was not yet one o’clock. After a long wait, the time slowly crept toward ten minutes to one.

Chen Yu searched his own name on Twitter once more, hoping to find some clues. This search also led him to the matter of the Top Five Plays, and only then did he understand why his number of followers had increased.

Hou Changfeng glanced at the panel of experts responsible for the evaluation and saw that they were listening intently to the EVI representative’s statement, nodding from time to time in clear agreement.

In Wu Qi’s field of vision, several important points had been circled and highlighted. From those especially conspicuous symbols, Wu Qi immediately understood what Plague Inc. was trying to tell him.

He endured the pain and tried once more, but the result was merely a far more violent headache. The black-clad Angela could only resign herself to fate.

Only after Xu Wanying sent him a “Good night” and stopped replying to his messages did Hou Changfeng’s heart gradually settle.

The young man who had swung his blade downward saw that his strike had missed. He stepped forward, raised the long sword, and prepared to slash at Chu Jie again, only to be sent sprawling by a flying kick from Feng Gang, who was not far away.

Beneath the hazy coils of incense smoke, the statue of the White Deer Great Sage appeared sacred and awe-inspiring. There was even a faint hint of life in it, as though it might come alive at any moment. Seeing this, the worshippers immediately prostrated themselves, their hearts filled with even greater reverence.

The soft thing repeatedly struck his solid shoulder. The child did not truly find it painful, only that his face felt unbearably hot. Wu Qi, however, felt nothing at all, for his attention was completely occupied by the images transmitted by the nanorobots and by figuring out how to escape from this place safely.

Like Yuan Linghua, he was asking himself inwardly: What was going on? Now it was Xiao Yao herself confronting them, rather than the police coming to question them.

After the two had spoken for a while, someone came to report that everything had been taken care of—the body of Shukui had been sent to the marquis’s residence, and the testimony had also been prepared.

This was unquestionably Yang Teng’s killing move, so Li Tongtian was extremely cautious. He knew that since Yang Teng had claimed he would defeat him in three moves, he would hold nothing back and would surely unleash every ultimate technique at his disposal.

“Search everywhere. Do not let a single survivor escape!” Yang Teng ordered them to sweep the entire battlefield. Then, together with the Ape King and several green-headed apes, he went to the cavern where the strange beasts stored their treasures.

The two of them drafted an agreement on the spot. Xia Chan looked it over, saw no major problems, then signed her name and affixed her fingerprint.

Had he really begun to feel tired after only such a short while? He truly was getting old. But this was not the end yet; he had to open a path for these children.

Then she began wailing and shouting at the top of her lungs. Sitting down on the ground, she launched into the full performance of crying, making a scene, and threatening suicide.

It had to be admitted that Chu Xiaowei understood Dongfang Xuan rather well. Dongfang Xuan had no choice but to go to the company.

What Tang Yan could not understand, however, was why he had never heard anything about Futu in the outside world. Not even the battle in which the Immortal Qin Dynasty had buried the Heavenly Demon had ever been mentioned.

Inside the elevator, she deliberately gave it a little shake. Something inside had a certain weight and made a faint sound, but it was impossible to tell what it was.

The thick layer of fat in He Jingxuan’s braised pork had been stewed until it resembled white jade. One bite released meat so tender and rich with broth that it practically melted in the mouth—so delicious it needed no companion.

Wu Meier had to force herself to calm down. She needed to learn the truth. Whenever a major event occurred, silence was essential, so she repeatedly reminded herself not to act rashly, no matter what. Only by facing the situation calmly could she hope to uncover more clues. Whether she could find Huangli all depended on her ability to remain composed.