Chapter 67: He Would Not Interfere with Jiang Nian's Social Life

It is easier to be on guard against a thief for a thousand days than to catch one; regardless of whether it was an open strategy or a covert plot, Jiang Nian only cared about living her own life well.

As for what Xue Zhu had mentioned, she knew who it was. The only person who had left early during the birthday banquet was Meng Yingying's distant cousin, and all that whispering was probably just to air grievances on behalf of her cousin.

She hadn't even finished calculating the accounts in her shop yet, and the hard cash hadn't even landed in her pockets—how could she possibly have the time to bother with irrelevant people?

Pei Jiuru was now officially earning an imperial salary and was busy from dawn to dusk every day.

Chen Qingqiu mentally rehearsed several different openings, stammering for half a day without managing to articulate anything coherent.

Jiang Yi's face darkened as he guessed the true identity of "him" from that familiar, cunning expression unique to the man.

Although he was surrounded by a bunch of mutants, they were all his subordinates. It didn't take a genius to figure out that sparring with them would yield zero genuine combat experience.

Years ago, Si Xingpei had discovered an uninhabited island occupied by pirates. Roughly two-thirds the size of Singapore, it was a massive island.

Yet as Tang Guo gradually grew up, she would inevitably have to endure all the pain that everyone else had to go through.

"What do you mean, late or not late? Why is your brain malfunctioning today? I already told you that Director Guo called me up there. You've been late more than once or twice yourself, and hasn't Director Guo turned a blind eye every single time?" Wang Bo said, casting a sideways glance at Shao Dong.

Daoming calculated that Yunnuo's master—the sect leader—was already dead, so he might as well take this disciple in himself.

After signing her name on the pact of life and death, Ling Suhi turned her head and caught sight of Nangong Li staring at her with eyes blazing with sparks.

Even though Jiang Jing occasionally liked to trap him, Liu Shi felt that on critical matters, Jiang Jing should at least retain some rationality.

Hunting Seven launched a strike when caught completely off guard. However, old acquaintances as they were, the attendant in dark robes had already guarded against them beforehand. Not only did he dodge the attack, but he also delivered a sharp counter-blow that drove his assailant back twenty feet.

The old man gently tapped his finger, and a beam of light shot onto Zhao Kang's hand. Zhao Kang instantly felt a cool breeze transmit from his palm to all parts of his body.

"What is going on?" Masualis vigorously shook his head, struggling to keep his mind clear as he tried to hear and see his surroundings.

Of course, everyone had every right to complain; after all, if I had answered the communicator just then, my distraction might have gotten me killed by that Scarlet Phoenix War God. When I finished looting the spoils of war, I happened to notice a particular attribute on a weapon that completely shocked me.

Looking at the mosquito-like star beast ahead, which was staggering up from the ground with only the lower half of its mouthparts remaining, Liyang's eyes revealed a look of sudden realization.

Just like Chen Sheng, the very first leader of a peasant uprising, who had both a formal name and a courtesy name, what about Liu Bang? Right from the start, he was simply called Liu Ji—ranked by Bo, Zhong, Shu, and Ji to serve as his actual name.

The new eyes of the Hand of God stared fixedly at Chen Jun, only to discover that the calm expression on Chen Jun's face was not put on. It seemed as though he was fully aware of everything and remained as steady as a mountain.

His life force was dissipating rapidly. Even though Hai Pingkong possessed heaven-shaking and earth-shattering divine powers, he could do nothing to halt the relentless consumption of his vitality. As his physical body aged, his cultivation seemed to be dissolving away as well.

The battle raged on incessantly, and both I and "He Who Kills As He Walks" found the going tougher and tougher. At that exact moment, just as I was about to unleash my next wave of attacks, a familiar figure appeared within my field of vision.

Since evasion was impossible, the only option was to fight it out properly. Flames wrapped around his left fist, and a scorching temperature filled the sky.

A trace of pain surfaced on Gao Jianli's expression, and the Yan state swordsmen who had accompanied him likewise wore grim faces upon hearing this.

Ever since he stepped into that teahouse, he had made up his mind not to touch a single bite of pastry or tea—especially after Princess Qihua uttered those words, which made him feel that today's events were somewhat suspicious.