Chapter 65: The Old Man in the Attic

Fu Qiqi had never comforted anyone before. Back in the immortal sect, finding someone who cried was an impossible task. Everyone was too busy cultivating with fierce determination, leaving her rather clueless about what to say to comfort someone.

What could she do? Naturally, she could only stroke Yu Fanrou’s back and repeatedly tell her not to cry.

Yu Fanrou did not cry for long; she quickly adjusted her emotions, took Fu Qiqi's hand, and walked inside. "Once we see Ye Zhixuan later, just pretend he doesn't exist."

She didn't speak ill of Elder Ye, only feeling that Ye Zhixuan...

Meanwhile, Chen Liang emerged looking refreshed and utterly satisfied, supporting the flushed, limping Flower Vixen as they came out to settle the bill.

Even though Shen Li had not yet made up his mind to acknowledge Shen Yuan as his master, hearing such news so abruptly was undoubtedly a devastating and catastrophic blow to him.

He also noticed that the island residents had very little spare time, and their recreational activities were pitifully scarce.

"There shouldn't be any suspense about this match!" Jiang Zhiming put away his mirror and smiled triumphantly.

"It's not just related; the connection is huge. You must tell me the absolute truth so that I can determine whether you still have a sliver of a chance of survival." The Guild Master's expression grew increasingly solemn.

"Senior Yinggu, you have one too." Huang Rong blushed and hastily handed over a package of snacks, pouting slightly.

"Say what you will, but having me bear children for that scoundrel of an emperor is out of the question for the rest of my life! I, Shangguan Xinluo, am telling you this: even if every last man on earth were to die, it is still utterly impossible for me to bear children for you!"

After all, no matter how reluctant she was to accept it, this place would be her home in the future. Cleaning it up herself shouldn't be wrong in any way, right?

Although he had been threatened by Luo Beixiao, he firmly believed in the words left behind by the Su family ancestor. Since Luo Beixiao had accepted the sheepskin parchment, he was destined to be a member of the Su family.

The identity token of the Xiaoyan family was quite wondrous; the mere ability to transmit messages was something others could never accomplish.

Those who could provide relevant intelligence would not only receive monetary rewards but also raise the company's rating. Those who failed to do so might face a demotion, and in the most severe cases, have their business license revoked.

Liu Chen stepped forward to follow, unbothered. He couldn't care less. While Liu Changjun was revered throughout the world, he valued his own skin far more than his life. If he wanted to do something, let Liu Changjun try to stop him—if he dared to stop him, he would turn the entire Liu clan upside down.

"Gao Qiqian, tell me, why did you, a mere eunuch, lie to Us?" Emperor Chongzhen asked, gritting his teeth.

"Though we attach ourselves to you, you must treat all the Essences of the Five Elements with kindness and never casually discard, frame, or slaughter them. Can you do that?" A flash of light appeared in the old man's eyes.

Dou Qianjie smiled. Unawares, Dong Yixin had already developed an aura of dominance uniquely his own.

The phone lit up again; it was still Chen Miao calling. I directly hung up the phone, turned it off, and slipped it into my pocket.

I used to be a student at a fairly reputable school, but I abandoned my studies and stepped out into society. Of course, when I told my parents I was quitting school, neither of them agreed, because I was the family's hope and sustenance, and in their eyes, the college entrance examination was the only way out.

Season-wise, it should already be spring, but no matter how you looked—left, right, or all around—you still couldn't catch a single trace of spring.

The pockmarked man also glanced back, his figure flashing as he suddenly darted into a grain shop on the opposite side.

The dozen or so high-ranking members of the Liu family behind him, however, all wore cold expressions like the Marquis in White, completely disregarding these people. Bound by respect for Liu Changjun's presence, they restrained themselves and dared not show disrespect, keeping their attitudes well in check.

Events proved that John Constantine had succeeded. By provoking Mammon, he forced Gabriel to appear and save him.

"Let's leave it to Master and the others. Our words don't carry weight; the final decision rests entirely in the hands of the two Masters." Number One believed that all discussion was merely empty talk—supreme authority could alter your destiny and change everything about you.