Chapter 63: Me, Stirring Up Trouble?

Wang Anguo trembled with rage, panting heavily as he raised a hand to wipe away his sweat, churning the mud beneath his clogs into a messy slush. Just a moment ago, he had been shouting at the top of his lungs about divorcing his wife, but now, with the crowd growing denser by the minute, he realized he had made a complete fool of himself.

Party Secretary Li from the production brigade stepped forward, his dark, ruddy face pulled taut like the blade of a crosscut saw. He slapped his thigh with a resounding smack and raised his voice an octave. "That's enough! Wang Anguo, have you lost your mind? Even if your wife made a mistake, you're a grown man, running..."

According to the principle of not looking upon impropriety, he should now be fetching clothing to drape over her and preserve her modesty. Hua Weiyang glared at Leng Feng, but Leng Feng was completely drenched himself and had nothing suitable to cover Xia Liuli with, so he simply gestured toward Shu Ye.

While these three proud paragons watched Chan Tianlong with cold indifference, the Phantom Demon Matron's fingers began to exert their power, pressing firmly against Chan Tianlong's forehead. It seemed she had already gained control over him, draining his face of all color and leaving him drenched in cold sweat. His previously stern, arrogant, and heroic bearing vanished in an instant.

Moreover, the shortcut mentioned by the Super Brain cut directly across the alleyway where the eunuchs resided.

The Grand System provided no further response. Relying purely on his mind power, Mo Yufei could only hear a steady stream of snoring echoing within his sea of consciousness; it seemed the soul of the Grand System had fallen back asleep.

Although Sima Youyue had taken the medicinal pill and fallen asleep, her rest was far from peaceful, and a series of fragmented visions slowly began to surface in her mind.

Only Suite Number One remained, which Ye Junting had yet to enter. This was because, over the past few days, Suite Number One had been completely monopolized by Ye Hongyi. Before resolving the issue with the water monster, Ye Junting preferred not to have a falling out with her.

"A solution does exist. Assistant Manager Yang, serving here as assistant manager, is said to have started out working the bellows in his earlier days."

The golden radiance erupting from the Xuanyuan Sword converged into a gigantic golden replica of the blade, slashing straight down toward the Demon God Mephisto. At this critical juncture, Mephisto instinctively raised his claws and wings to shield his head.

They had already noticed this old man upon their arrival, but Sima Youyue had not bothered to inquire about his identity. Sitting cross-legged in a place like this, he was most likely a guard or something similar.

"I bear no ill intent... Rest assured, young lady, you may accept it. You showed kindness to my son, and furthermore, in looking out for you, I am also planning for my own son—there is some selfishness in this," Xuan Qi slowly explained.

Yet the trouble brought by this matter far exceeded his expectations. He had never anticipated that so many people would come looking for him, extending well beyond the various schools that had previously sought him out.

Suddenly, a monstrous wave of demonic energy erupted from Xu Yang's body. The demonic energy roiled, transforming into the shape of a colossal purple lion's head.

Seeing this, Liu Haiyu left his left hand resting behind his back motionless, channeling his inner Daoist arts. A ball of azure water materialized in the palm of his right hand, and with a swift, forward-reaching motion, his right arm traced a circle in the air before him.

"If we keep waiting, the cold appetizers will spoil," the chubby manager thought to himself, though he kept it to himself; Lin Yi possessed an authority he dared not defy.

To be honest, Li Banshai had once remarked that Luo Baijian's strength was roughly on par with Lin Sangbai's current level, perhaps just a fraction weaker. Therefore, if he were to actually fight Tillis as she was now, he would undoubtedly be able to trade blows evenly back and forth.

Within the Sword Domain, Luo Changfeng's silver hair stood wildly on end like needles and swords, his robes snapping violently in the air as he stood suspended in the void. With two fingers, he gently pointed toward the empty space, resurrecting the terrifying God of Slaughter—the very same rainy night that had once shaken the ramparts of Daliang City and left a trail of death with every ten steps.

After hanging up the phone, Qin Zhao paid no mind to the police officers, nor did he make things difficult for them. After all, when it all came down to it, they were government civil servants as well, engaged in fundamentally the same line of work. There was simply no need to make things hard for one another.

Jiang Cheng watched the sudden, cruel expression materialize on the man's face as the latter flashed him a vicious look. A heavy sense of foreboding settled in Jiang Cheng's heart. Slowly, he slid his hand behind his back to grip the rope. "Let him think it over carefully," the man from a moment ago suddenly said.

In the end, the offensive momentum of the Flying Scales Killing Formation dissolved into a churning, crimson vortex of counter-energy, wailing as it failed to pierce even a fraction of the defense.