Chapter 80: Something Is Missing

Several people, after watching, couldn't help but point and whisper among themselves, all simply curious to uncover the truth. Madam Li's face turned pale with fright, her legs gave way, and the scene before her eyes spun violently. I reached out to steady her, my tone filled with concern.

"Madam Li, you haven't rested in a long while, have you? Quickly, take her back and let her rest well! As for the matters of the Li Family Manor..."

He had left early this morning to come here, but couldn't stop himself; he went out driving aimlessly the whole morning, only returning now. After listening to Ai and Ruitt, Li Hua, standing nearby, nodded thoughtfully at Jue Chen, fully agreeing.

Jin Shi usually didn't watch television, but this time was different. He cared deeply about Yal Shi, and had not missed a single report or piece of news concerning him.

However, with Qin Yue’s extraordinary, godlike insight, he saw through the trick. In comparison, if He Yunwei could not collect another genuine pair, he likely wouldn't easily reveal what he had.

From the look of this dim, silent place, it seemed the sniper village chief and his group were not present; the few torches scattered in the cave were probably left by previous players who had ventured in.

Liang Long saw the guard by Andre’s side walk toward the back, knowing the guard must be going to bring Wenwen into the hall.

If she refused this matter, that man would probably not care at all. Even if he was unwilling to marry her, his father would likely force him. In the end, her happiness would be destroyed regardless.

Bi Yuntao also gave a respectful salute, but after waiting a long while, neither of the two saw any sign of movement ahead.

“What’s wrong? Are you reluctant, or is there some secret you’re hiding?” The Lord of the Night Demon Hall felt increasingly that something was off about Lu Feng before him.

But the higher the official rank, the greater the pressure. Zou Zheng was his direct superior; although Hu Qiang was unwilling, he could not voice it openly.

Yet, within him was another voice, constantly reminding him to call himself Xu Mo, that he was only an avatar. He could not discern which was his true self—was he Xiao Fan the Demon Emperor, or Xu Mo the avatar?

Although they were all demons, with his Ninefold Heavenly Eyes, he could see at a glance that these creatures’ cultivation was pitifully weak. Even this Sixth Grandfather was merely a third-rank, lower-grade demon. If it weren't for Lord Tu Shan’s protection, they would have long since been exploited by the Tu Shan Kingdom, and would never have enjoyed such peaceful days.

Only now did Zhao Mengfan realize he had subconsciously regarded Yang Ming as a purely studious scholar and an honest pharmaceutical entrepreneur—such a naïve notion. How could he know just how far Yang Ming’s social network truly extended in private?

Everyone crowded to the front cabin, scanning the area—some even raised binoculars to observe carefully.

It took the two of them great effort to subdue Renault. Acai fetched a rope, and the three of them tied Renault up like a dumpling and tossed him to the ground.

Green streams of rule power surged from all around, madly rushing toward Xu Mo, instantly enveloping his entire body. Threads of energy slid across his wounds, each pass knitting the flesh together a little more.

“Don’t take out spirit crystals—use chips, and settle the accounts afterward.” Cheng Qiuyun had already taken her seat and reminded them.

Xu Zihong and Su He no longer cared about Yang Fei, for he was now a cripple, of no value. Even if Yang Fei regained his strength one day, he would never be able to remain here.

Such refinement of spirit crystals was a way to channel spiritual energy into Yuan Lang’s body, allowing him to refine it into elixir energy first. The Water Palace Master would then absorb it into her own body, refining it briefly before sending it into her own dantian and sea of qi.