Chapter 155: Hatred

The golden crow sinks in the west, and the jade rabbit rises in the east.

Amidst the shallow twilight, dim lanterns had already been lit at the somewhat dilapidated post station.

Lady Cui had her accompanying head maid quietly slip a silver coin to the post station master, thereby securing a premium room.

Moreover, maximum convenience was granted to Lady Cui regarding hot water, the kitchen stove, and other necessities.

After a simple wash, the head maid, leading a little maidservant, brought over a food box.

"My lady, please have some food."

The head maid's pitch-black pupils, occupying nearly two-thirds of her eye sockets, were large and devoid of expression. Her pale-blue neck twisted nearly 180 degrees to glance outside the screen, before slowly turning back.

After all, over so many years, the equipment gifted by Velen had rarely ever failed.

Confinement for reflection was originally meant to be a single matter; Yanning did not intend for Yan Kejing to indulge in banquets, but rather to remain calm and well-behaved.

The spring evening breeze carried a hint of faint chill. She drew her cloak closer around herself, and the smile at the corners of her lips slowly faded away.

Of course, flirtatious daily chats with the Best Actor were also indispensable. If it weren't for the fact that the entire internet was currently keeping an eye on the two of them, logging into a game for a few rounds would have been simply marvelous.

Ever since graduating from junior high school, not a single class reunion had been held. After all these years, a notice for a class reunion was suddenly issued.

A person who is both smart and hardworking can surely succeed at whatever they truly set their mind to, right?

Thinking he had already returned to the very back row, she walked up the stairs, but before she even had a chance to settle into her seat, someone suddenly grabbed her by the arm and pulled her outward. Taking long and hurried strides, within a few steps, he led her right out of the conference room.

Borne upon the arcane puppet transformed into a submarine, Lanthlos's gaze searched back and forth ceaselessly across the lake bed.

Su Wushuang was momentarily rendered speechless; her mind was a complete blank as she wanted to say something, yet she could not think of any words that were quite appropriate. Her brain began to cease functioning, leaving her with no sensation of what to do or say. She could only rigidly turn her gaze back to the television, and the air grew heavily oppressive.

The Flood Dragon Child muttered something continuously while the two Nine-Flame Ghost King Sabers in his hands struck downward incessantly, cleaving open the black soil. Li Zhicheng leaped lightly and jumped down into the pit, only to see the Flood Dragon Child hacking deeper and deeper, while the black soil below was no longer as rigid as it had been at first.

The faces of Ke Qingshen, Lingxiaozi, Luo Tong, the Divine Machine Taoist, and the others turned alternating shades of green and red, and they all cast sideways glances.

"I didn't bring any money..." Faint tears swirled in her eyes, making her look exceptionally pitiful.

Ju Shangmu raised his head and sighed deeply, then gazed intently at Jin Tang. Those lovely eyes lacked the emotions that had just been discernible a moment before; they were like a deep pool of water, impossible to fathom.

"It's getting late, I want to sleep." Feeling that she was being altogether too prudish, Jin Tang gently pushed Qin Mo away.

Ning Jiuer was unwilling to let them continue their idle chatter. With a cheerful smile, she said, "Since you aren't coming to snatch my secret martial arts manual, that's just as well. I'm heading back to practice my skills." Displaying her lightness kung fu, she swaggered grandly away toward the south.

Yet Long Jianfei did not mean it that way at all. Would a brother like him ever need to resort to such a thing? What a joke, an absolute joke of a joke.

A stern and frigid look crossed Li Zhicheng's face as he declared, "Then let us see who shall die in this game of life and death!" With a sudden bound, he leaped straight across the peak, charging directly forward, and thrust out his sword in a straight line. Amidst the flashing lightning, it looked remarkably like a white dragon. The Demon Lord tilted her body slightly, raised a hand, and directly unleashed a sheet of black lightning, which crashed furiously toward Li Zhicheng with a rumbling roar.

"Is that you, Fifth Young Master? You didn't look like this before!" Guo Jingshu leaped in front of him and scrutinized him closely.

The flow of time in the Immortal Domain of Monarch Heaven was far too terrifying; with every single breath, Jun Ye could sense the birth of dozens of True Immortal auras.

It was not until Tianji's footsteps faded away from outside that Xuanyuan Tianxin finally shook her head with a self-deprecating smile.

Regarding Li Chao's resignation, Ye Mo naturally could not remain silent either. He took the initiative to call Zhang Jinshuai to express his apologies. After all, constantly poaching talent from another's company in this manner was truly rather ungentlemanly for a friend.