Chapter 167: Stirring Up Trouble Once More

Su Qingli joked lightly, and everyone just took it as part of the lively atmosphere.

“Buzz... buzz...”

Su Qingli glanced at her phone—it was the HR director. After a moment’s thought, she answered. The moment she picked up, an irritable voice barked from the other end, “Su Qingli! You—”

“Come swipe your card and just take the stuff,” Old Li said from his seat, unmoving.

Earlier, when the shirtless man shouted for a retreat, the bandits were unconcerned, believing they still had a chance at victory. But now, as Ye Feng revealed his prowess, they were immediately terrified, scattering in all directions without hesitation.

“I’ve reached this level of cultivation today. What does Ning Ruoxue have to do with it? That old man called me here—does he think I managed to heal the severed meridians because of the shock to Ning Ruoxue’s energy field? Is he trying to persuade me to spare that girl?” Ye Feng chuckled to himself and said nothing further.

“You forgot, I like men; no woman will ever make me marry her,” Jiuxiao said with a proud raise of her brow.

Her reason for returning to the capital with Mu Yuyan and moving into Prince Yi’s mansion was simply to find a quiet place—somewhere no one would suspect to hide.

At best, it would last no more than three days, just enough to sustain her until she returned from treasure hunting in the Black Mist City.

Jiuxiao and Nan Wuxin both turned their amused gazes toward Jiang Yitian. Unexpectedly, among the three of them, the stoic-faced Jiang Yitian was the first to be challenged.

But to say they didn’t know him seemed unreasonable, since when they arrived, Xiao Haiqing had clearly said Zhao Jindong was his brother.

Afterwards, the White Lotus Drunkenness potion gradually lost its effectiveness and was no longer favored by many, fading into obscurity as the antidote was slowly forgotten.

“Little sister, you’ve been here at Prince Yan’s mansion for several months now. Have you thought about your family?” Consort Shu looked toward Xiyue.

“You captured them—what will you do? Send them to the authorities?” After a night of turmoil, Mu Feinan naturally had no sleep and came, bleary-eyed, into the brightly lit hall.

Ao Qian raised the marriage scepter high with both hands and solemnly declared, the holy light radiating from the scepter casting a sacred and inviolable glow upon his face, as solemn as a priest.

Hundreds of ancient demonic souls roared excitedly. Perhaps influenced by the fierce emotions of the demon clan’s warriors, each pair of eyes became wildly ferocious and violent.

But when that cruel girl was wounded by Xibei’s underling, his mind was once again distracted, leaving him unable to explain. Perhaps he truly harbored a sliver of mercy for her—just as, though he killed without remorse, he sometimes hesitated to crush an ant. It was said her master’s name was “Ant,” which seemed a curious coincidence.

Such were the rules; Shen Muqing did not stop her. Yingfen respectfully bowed to Xiao Yueying and Mingxia, who cradled Xingge in her arms.

The assistant director listened and shook his head silently at the side. Though he said nothing, his expression clearly conveyed: How can today’s celebrities be so self-important?

Only after the last head fell did Ouyang Hei Yao slowly retreat. As if on cue, suddenly from every neck sprayed a mist of blood.

Of course, no butler would dare keep a stranger without first verifying their background.

The star-like gaze fixed on him was filled with curiosity, as if looking at a long-haired gorilla. Situ Feng sighed in resignation, propping himself up with his sword staff. As he pushed off with his right foot, a sharp pain shot through him—he likely twisted it earlier while hastily dodging the green spear.

Sensing Chen Yun’s formidable presence, from the center of the dark, stormy cloud, a terrifying maw suddenly exhaled a massive, blood-red electric python. Its aura was more than twice as intense as the one before.