Chapter 110: Just Add Five Hundred Thousand

After hanging up the phone, Yue Ma looked at Ye Cheng’s face and let out a heavy, pretended sigh.

“Poor thing, truly pitiful.”

He slowly walked up to Ye Cheng and leaned close to his ear.

“Sir, I don’t know what mindset led you to slap Liu Xinghe, but I must tell you, you’ve provoked—”

Yao Xinyi smirked inwardly. This time, Lin Xingxin had been caught off guard, so she softened her stance and raised her head with pride.

If it were because the tavern’s wine was bad, that wouldn’t make sense. The Qingyun Inn’s wine was famed throughout the entire Shenzhou Continent, sought after and praised by countless celebrities.

“Don’t be afraid, I will catch you,” Gu Jinwei said softly, her gaze tender and full of reassurance.

After settling everything, Chen Jiang and his group returned to the innermost part of the ruined mining site.

Qing Hong’s contract with the Fire Fox was an equal pact—one could only bond with this single Fire Fox for life.

At the mention of this, He Wei lifted her head slightly. The lenses of her silver-rimmed glasses reflected a green light.

Su Jue was unsure which items at home were useful or useless, so she was hesitant to tamper with anything.

Sheng Yin led Gu Wan inside. May nights in the imperial city were still somewhat chilly. Gu Wan wore light clothing, so Sheng Yin went upstairs to grab one of her cloaks.

To be honest, if Ye Jingyun had not experienced what he did in his past life, he would find it difficult to overcome this hurdle now, deeply trapped and unable to extricate himself.

Above the clouds stretched a clear sky. At the farthest visible horizon, a vague silhouette appeared—whether it was a mirage or not was uncertain. She had only seen such a mirage once in her previous life; from afar, it truly looked like an earthly paradise that could deceive the eye.

“It’s strange. You’re clearly right beside me, but... I can feel your presence in this place,” Gu Zhihan frowned, pondering.

There was no better time to flee than now. Forgetting the “Flower Cloud” move, he dashed straight into the dense, impenetrable floating cloud.

Peach Yao plucked peach blossoms, playfully holding a handful in her hand. Above her was a giant peach tree in full bloom, its pink petals tender and utterly charming.

“One more word, and I’ll kick you out!” Old Master Luo growled fiercely, his brows dark and stern.

“Where is the Five Tiger Sect?” Yan Xu asked again, feeling his understanding of the spatial anomaly was far from sufficient. This scene resembled an ancient martial world, not another realm.

Seeing the Demon King Sword instantly thrust towards his face again, Ye Bai closed his eyes. If fate decreed he should die by the banks of the Wangchuan River today, then so be it. Centuries later, another beautiful immortal would appear.

It was no wonder the Iron Crown King’s pride swelled, for this army was primarily composed of heavily armored, improved thorn-scaled beast soldiers, now called Thornscale. Larger poisonous lizards still served as ranged support units, and an air force had also been added.

“Hmm…” A strange sensation made Qing Ning involuntarily moan softly, grasping the bedsheet beneath her with one hand.

The group gradually drew closer, instinctively turning their backs to one another—an immense trust. In battle, one cannot always watch their back; entrusting it to someone means they are comrades willing to live and die together.

Upon hearing this, Dedde lowered his eyes in embarrassment, pushing his bangs forward to cover more of his face.

Receiving Wu Xianguang’s nod, Gao Pingfan was indifferent. He climbed onto the headboard of Wu Xianguang’s bed and pretended to take his pulse. Then he glanced at his eyes and tongue coating, merely imitating the mannerisms of an old Chinese doctor seen on television, casually inspecting him.