Chapter 37: The Cousin Has Been Drugged

Xie Zhao was in such a rush that he only came to a halt when he heard an "Ouch."

As he looked up, he realized he had collided with the insufferably arrogant Young Marquis Gu. Though Gu Yunche was only sixteen or seventeen, he had already grown to the height of a grown man. Perhaps due to his lifelong practice of martial arts, his frame appeared more imposing than that of the typical noble scion. He lowered his gaze to look down, but before he could speak, his little attendant in purple robes, Chang Song, had already rushed forward to—

Passersby pointed and whispered, casting sympathetic glances at the youth bound in black shackles and handcuffs as they watched him being led toward a cold, imposing hall.

The two were not only holding hands, but Lu Yaoyao also had her other arm looped affectionately through his; it was clear they shared an intimate bond, and she made no effort to hide it.

Although they were sect leaders and even elders of the Profound Dao Sect, their strength paled in comparison to the Dao Ancestor, leaving them unable to offer any real help.

"With skills like that, you dare try to frame others?" With a slight arch of her brow, Dong Yue cast a faint, sidelong glance at her before turning her attention toward the direction of Princess Rui.

He walked into the suit shop, first testing the samples, then taking measurements for a custom fit.

The boss, who had been arrogant and fearless just moments ago, looked at Jiang Cheng after hanging up the phone with a gaze filled with disbelief and terror. He shook his head, unable to grasp the reality revealed by the call.

However, Zhou Yun also noted that the monster's hand had not been punched through by his blow.

With a thunderous boom, fist and palm collided, sending out ear-piercing sound waves. It was as if two great mountains had crashed into each other in mid-air, unleashing a massive shockwave that swept incessantly across the wilderness.

"Wait a little longer. It's best to be absolutely sure. I’ve waited decades, so a little more time is nothing. Let’s refine him for three days and three nights!" Zibei shouted maniacally, suppressing his inner excitement; he was remarkably patient.

Yet, in terms of physique, strength, endurance, and stamina, Mu Qinghan, as a human, was clearly no match for the bat demon.

"Young Master, what is your plan?" Hu Yun could not believe it; at this moment, there was a gleam in Zhang Mu’s eyes—a profound calm and confidence that no college student should possess.

The Qiao family compound now lived quite comfortably in Beijing circles, and many took pride in being part of the capital’s elite.

Li Ying was speechless and asked the crematorium staff once more. The staff found it strange—who would ever need to cremate bodies in batches?

"It’s all my father’s doing. He insisted I bring you home for dinner and discuss the date for our engagement while we're at it." Zhao Meiqi leaned against Nan Jinnian, soaking in his scent.

However, when the soft light from the refrigerator illuminated him, Zhou Jian felt a wave of despair; it was almost completely empty.

"An'an... you don't need to be so worked up... I was impulsive last time, and I am very sorry... Jinnian? Why did you come back downstairs?" Zhao Meiqi suddenly looked past Xia An'an.

They had heard before that there were indeed gold mines around Daben City, but the mining operations had always been kept secret.

"Is this Zhang Mu?" A few people stared at Zhang Mu with curiosity, their tones filled with resentment for his perceived lack of ambition.

He seemed to recognize this tracker; it appeared to be one Wang Chengfeng had secretly placed on Su Wanyue.

Su Sutang and Gu Congling were unaware that while the true treasure was inside the alchemy furnace, the furnace itself was a sacred-grade artifact.

I thought Sikong Yanfei would insist on seeing it, but to my surprise, he reached into my robes, his burning lips pressing down instantly.

At this, I finally stopped and turned to look at Zhang Yuqing. I couldn't tell if she had been frightened by me; though we were still some distance apart, she could still sense the killing intent radiating from me. In the darkness, it felt as if my eyes were the only things glowing with a faint, crimson light.