Chapter Sixty-Three: Subtle Mischief

Old Madam Lou was still lost in her own pleasant imaginings, mistakenly taking the little wolf cub for a gentle and cultured young man. She had no idea that, at this very moment, Lou Yu—whose face was all concern and warmth—was already devising ways to “send the guests away.”

Lou Yu was not yet aware of Old Madam Lou’s schemes, but he disliked the Zheng family and wanted them gone as soon as possible. After observing for half a day, Lou Yu was certain: the frail, bean-sprout-like Zheng Chi was the apple of Old Madam Lou’s eye.

The mysterious man known as the Sea Kite clenched his fists. Though his expression was hidden, Bai Yu knew that this man before her was undoubtedly unwilling to accept defeat.

The young cultivator in the blue robe looked very youthful, his gaze toward Li Yin and the other three as calm and indifferent as if he were regarding any other cultivator before him.

“Well then—dismissed. Go prepare for tonight’s operation,” Najeshitan announced, dissolving the meeting with cool composure.

Not to mention that she’d nearly secured the number one, five, and ten spirits, and had already come into contact with the fourth; even the third spirit, Modi—who had taken countless lives—had now had an “intimate” encounter with her.

At this moment, the Master of Tongtian, with hair and beard now all white, resembled an elderly man in decline in every respect, except that his features still appeared as youthful as a man in his early twenties.

Although she said nothing, she still pricked up her fair, delicate ears, listening intently for what Modi would say.

“There’s no need to worry about that. Though we may be reckless, with my and Yao’s combined strength we can handle whatever comes our way,” Kuronohane responded with her chest out, brimming with confidence.

“How are things with the Net after two days?” The Net was an organization Tongtian authorized Zhao Gao to found, which later absorbed the Flowing Sand group. By now, the Net was nothing like the original body of sixteen, with only three commanders and no real power to speak of.

In the next instant, a rain of wolf-tooth arrows poured down, and the remaining several thousand Yan soldiers collapsed in waves upon the city walls.

Yet before its angry roar could even finish, it was cut short as Zhai Nan’s foot shot out and struck its face with full force.

There is no real empathy in this world; they could never truly comprehend the pain in Tao Yinghong’s heart. The depth of parental love is immeasurable—perhaps the hatred in their hearts now is just as deep.

Li Yunran felt truly grateful for her foresight. Thankfully, she had contacted her roommate yesterday and arranged to be met downstairs; otherwise, she might not have found her dormitory today.

Obito, who had meant to seize the moment and confess to Lin, ended up mumbling for ages without managing a single complete sentence.

Fang Yuan arrived at their usual spot only after a long traffic jam, sighing as he realized there was little time left.

Minato, who marvelled at this, then turned his thoughts elsewhere—after all, the situation in the Land of Rain was rather unique.

Returning to the Meng residence with a mix of emotions, he opened the door to find the same pervasive silence awaiting him.

But when his gaze fell upon her wrist, he was shocked to see a large bruise marring the fair skin of her right hand.

At twenty-six minutes into the game, as Bang’s Frost Archer ultimate struck Sima Laozi’s Kog’Maw, the two teams once again clashed fiercely in the middle lane.

Ou and Yu had no idea how arduous their trip to S City would be; before they even set out, Meng Tiantian had already latched onto them.

Shuai Biao didn’t realize Wang Yang was stunned because of his name—he thought he’d scared him. As he was about to speak again, two other groups approached, each introducing themselves in turn.

The Cold Mist Barrier was a single-use talisman personally crafted by Chen Chuxin. Its power was more than Dongnanxi could withstand, but aside from this, she had no other magic treasures to deal with the giant flood dragon. She had discussed this with Dongnanxi beforehand.

Jun Yan struggled not to be forced down, but his head still edged slowly toward the ground; he could even gradually make out the scent of dust.