Chapter Thirty-Two: That Deadbeat Dad Is Truly Beyond Saving

Slap!

Huali struck Liu Jingqiu hard across the face.

“How could you bring yourself to do that?” Huali trembled with rage.

No wonder that, back then, whenever she took little Luo Yan, who had only just learned to walk, outside to play with the other children in the compound, Luo Yan would sometimes be sobbing hysterically by the time Huali returned from asking a neighbor to watch her while she used the restroom.

At the time, she had assumed the child was crying because she could not find her mother. But when she got home, she discovered bruises from pinching on the child’s body. After that, she rarely took Luo Yan outside again.

Sure enough, upon hearing these words, Duan Fengting’s body began to tremble as well. He knew that he had enraged this master artifact refiner.

When the final stroke was completed, the faint cry of a dragon seemed to echo through the space. A dim golden radiance emerged from the character before vanishing without a trace. Even so, one could sense a trace of spirituality emanating from it.

“There’s no problem. Senior, simply give them your orders. And you nine must also obey Senior’s instructions!” The latter half of his statement was directed at the nine cultivators.

The Nascent Soul within Luo Hao was somewhat listless. He spat out the dragon pearl and began using its dragon aura to heal his wounds.

“Bang!”

The beast sprang to the bedside in an instant. One of its hands, shaped like a steel fork, pierced straight through Third Brother’s heart and emerged from his back. Third Brother screamed as the beast lifted him into the air. Blood slowly gathered around the beast’s right wrist, seeped into its flesh, and vanished completely.

Ma Dong felt rather depressed. The cheers in the distance were caused by some ice-and-snow festival organized by the developers of the ski resort.

In the end, none of the three major powers managed to catch up, allowing the people of Dark Night Paradise to escape. Thus, the battle for the “Blood of God” came to a close, with each of the four powers claiming a quarter.

At the foot of Mount Sumeru, crowds surged like a tide. Just as before, people came here at every hour to pray and keep vigil, hoping to wash away the sins in their hearts and find peace. Among them were monks as well as ordinary people.

If Chu Yi had not stayed behind to watch the battle, he would certainly have missed that opportunity.

Yet now, not only did she have a boyfriend, this man even claimed that he had been acting passively.

Once he had money and hired a few bodyguards, the fellow asked me for a car on the third day and headed straight for Luoyang. I figured he had gone there to hoodwink Luo Xing, that supreme demon, into buying his wares.

That’s right. Just because other cultivators couldn’t comprehend it didn’t mean I couldn’t. Perhaps I would be the lucky one. Perhaps I was the one chosen by heaven.

I stood motionless in the hot spring for a long while before letting out another long sigh. Then I scooped up a handful of spring water and began washing my face.

Tang Fan also learned from Derrick that the Book of the Undead had once had a previous master, who had left behind a hidden divine treasury. It lay within a spatial rift between the Netherworld and the Demon Realm.

“What else could it mean? Whatever catches your fancy, you can take it. Whatever you want to eat, you can order!” Her beautiful, large eyes blinked mischievously, their clarity reaching straight to the bottom.

That was why Zhang Xiao planned to head directly to Fubo Mountain. After getting away from Wan Renwang, he immediately set off in that direction.

From where Tang Fan and the others were to the pavilion in the middle of the lake was barely a hundred and certainly less than two hundred meters. Under ordinary circumstances, they could have reached it after walking for a short while.

“Put-put. Put-put. Squeak, squeak, squeak.”

The armored vehicle rattled as its machine gun swept incessantly across every target in sight.

Guided by her hands, I really did manage to feel the mountaineering pack. Overjoyed, I grabbed its straps and tried to swim upward. But the pack was simply too heavy. I could only drag it along the bottom; it would not float at all.

The Xuanyuan Divine Sword had transformed into a demon sword under the control of the black clouds. Empty-handed, I unleashed the power of Pangu completely, and the world before my eyes gradually turned gray.

Chen Yunting hurried nervously to the back of the car. As soon as she approached Lu Zhen, the overwhelming smell of alcohol made her cover her nose.

Ma Su tried to stop Zhang Shao but failed. He could not help regretting it inwardly. How could he have entrusted the Second Longyou Brigade to such an impulsive man?