Chapter 72: The Cold-Hearted Su Liangyue

Su Qingli left with a beaming smile.

Ding-dong.

She glanced at her phone—it was a message from Di Yunshen.

[Di Yunshen: picture]

She tapped it open. It was Only! Only was sitting right on Di Yunshen’s desk, small and round, with a chubby little belly. He even had a tiny tie on! Absolutely adorable!

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One day, after acquiring an object from the Devourer Clan, he secluded himself in the grand hall to study it. But after some time, the doors—which had previously opened freely—were suddenly sealed shut. From then on, Zhao’er never again saw the doors open, nor did Star Lord Punisher emerge from within.

Qianqian hadn’t expected that the man before her would be so assertive and persistent, but now that things had come to this, what else could she do?

Osman frowned. He didn’t know that Lin Xiao was currently facing a swarm of crawling monsters, but he was aware that this commander-level beast seemed to possess some special abilities, almost akin to illusions.

“Sit here and don’t move. You’re my employer now—you should act like a proper boss,” Chu Haoran said with a laugh as he stood, walked to the door, and opened it.

Behind the grave lay a pond of blue lotuses; beyond the lotus pond stood a humble thatched hut, which Jin Niang often came to repair. Every year, a few days before her mother’s memorial, Duanmu Anrui would come to stay for several days.

The man in the conical hat had now joined the ranks of those telling lies. He understood all too well that if this plan or any of their actions were exposed, all their efforts would be in vain—a scenario none of them wanted.

Though there was no guarantee that Prince Ning would find what she sought, at least as he’d said, his influence and access to information far surpassed what she could gather alone. Now, with just over six months left, all she could do was try her luck.

She noticed that hanging over his smooth, fair chest was an unassuming black stone. Ruoxing’s eyes flashed. That stone was the Star Obsidian she had given Feng Hua days before. Although he only wore it at her suggestion, seeing it with her own eyes still warmed her heart.

At the same time, the arm he wrapped around her tightened, pressing their bodies together. Ruoxing could almost feel his body heat and the steady pulse of his heart.

At this moment, the bounty hunters’ breathing grew rapid. They instinctively edged closer to Lin Tianyao, eager to know what reward task he was about to issue.

Zhan Xiao nodded in agreement and said nothing further. He worried for Lin Ronghua, but knew that his presence would only bring disaster to those around him.

“What did you say? A disciple of the Fire Refining Valley? Where is he?” The man’s tone was urgent, his voice raised, startling the attendant.

“They’re just opportunists! Hearing that the leader of the Flying Bike Gang is gone, they want to carve up Iron Cavalry’s turf,” Tank sneered coldly.

Li Yan’s expression was icy. He ignored the pain from his mangled fist and launched a spinning kick, sending the blood-red spear flying back. Meanwhile, the tears of life quickly healed his injured hand.

“Master, you’ve already given my family plenty. I wouldn’t dare ask for more. As long as I can keep working here, I’m grateful to you and the lady,” Wang Guihua said, her face flushed with excitement.

“Enough. No more nonsense. My word is law!” Chu Feng waved a hand, cutting off Lin Dong’s protests.

The walls were painted white with a mixture of lime and glutinous rice paste, making the entire shop look spacious and grand. Carpenters were still working on the shelves that Zhao Yuan had designed.

Thirty-two went in, over twenty of them were of the Xue family, but only Xue Ziyi came back out. The rest had all perished—an outcome he found hard to accept.