Chapter 152: Betrothal, A Token of Appreciation from the Production Team

"Damn, you actually hit me?"

Qu Peng winced, his eyes twitching in pain as he clutched his stomach and curled up like a shrimp.

"Serves you right."

Li Liang rarely ever sided with Wang Fan, but now he twisted the knife deeper into Qu Peng's heart: "This punk had it coming. You didn't even show up when the old family estate was being moved. Do you even remember where you're from? Do you know where your family lives now? Do you know your grandma fell ill a few days ago? You ungrateful wretch, you've been gone for two whole months, and grandma—"

At this moment, facing those crimson lips, though they were extremely alluring, Lin Yi could not spare a single thought to admire them. He channeled his soul power to the absolute maximum, pouring it into the soles of his feet, praying only to escape this ghost of a place as soon as possible.

A moment later, five distinct rays of piercing light darted directly into Lin Yi's crown chakra. At this point, he felt his entire head go completely numb. Were it not for the assistance of the Soul Devourer, he suspected he wouldn't have felt a thing even if someone had chopped off his head on the spot.

Ye Zihan stuffed the luminous night pearl in her hand into a groove in the wall and pulled out another one.

"This..." To be honest, asking Zhang Ming to do other things might work out, but storytelling was simply not his forte. How could he possibly spin a tale when he didn't have a shred of literary ink in his belly?

However, admiration was admiration, but that could not serve as a reason for me to let him off the hook. One must remember, he had chopped Old Snake into minced meat to feed the dogs.

As martial artists, most of them had studied and researched ancient scripts, largely to be able to recognize ancient cultivation techniques and martial arts passed down through the ages.

Luo Feng recounted everything from beginning to end—how Gong Shaoqing had brought her to the Divine Physician Valley and begged him to cure Ye Zihan's poison, and even how Gong Shaoqing had risked his life to search for the medicinal catalyst for Ye Zihan while still carrying injuries himself.

Moreover, some martial artists, upon acquiring powerful cultivation techniques that did not suit them, found it too wasteful to abandon them. Clinging to a shred of wishful thinking, they would proceed to practice them anyway, ultimately suffering a deviation in their cultivation that either reduced them to cripples or killed them outright.

"Fine, understood." Shen Biqing never expected Zhang Ming to clean up after himself anyway, so she took the initiative to collect the bowls and chopsticks to wash them.

Saved Xuan? Sima Xuan? Dongfang Yan searched her mind frantically. Have I ever saved anyone? Can I even save people?

The local authorities were well aware of this practice yet chose not to interfere, for after all, those who were truly determined to die could never be stopped no matter how one tried.

The friendlier someone appeared on the surface, the more malicious plots they were hatching behind your back—this was a rule of thumb Tang Ling had summarized from experience.

Not only were they intimidated by the oppressive presence of Jiang Chenyu and his companions, but they also noticed the bloodstains on Jiang Chenyu's hands. They exchanged uneasy glances, not having forgotten that their own boss had just stepped outside a moment ago, and they had no idea what was happening now.

The lieutenant colonel stared at the anti-aircraft missile system—which his family had poured massive resources, funds, and equipment into—and then watched the elite cyborgs continuously falling, their numbers dwindling by the second.

Remark: A rare exception among special star martial arts; highly powerful and instant in effect upon equipping. Requires a special item—the Mind Heart—as an upgrade condition.

There was also no guarantee that his demonic nature would not be re-triggered under future stimuli.

At that exact moment, Jiang Li slowly raised his left hand upward, followed closely by a single droplet of golden blood that gradually materialized, gleaming with a brilliant golden light upon his palm.

He delivered those words with a strong sense of competitive rivalry. Tang Ling couldn't quite tell if her interpretation was correct, but in any case, his tone felt a bit peculiar.

There was an important meeting scheduled for the afternoon, and Zhou Xun sighed. As the boss, he had to drag himself there even if he had to crawl. So he forced himself up, brushed his teeth, washed his face, and threw on a black T-shirt and grey sweatpants.

Wang Nu exchanged a few words with the city guards. When Lin Bei passed through, the mirror suddenly blurred, allowing him smoothly to enter.

Zhao Chuan snapped out of his trance as well, striding forward to pull Zhao Hao back, only to watch in sheer horror as Zhao Hao opened both hands and grabbed the wrists of Wu Song and Han Shizhong simultaneously, scaring him nearly out of his wits.