Chapter 33: The White Moonlight of the Saint of the Miao Frontier 17

Lu Qingyu’s expression turned serious as he asked calmly, "Who are you?"

"Yang Chengchuan."

"I am asking about your relationship with Weiwei."

"That is an answer perhaps best left for her to tell you herself."

Lu Qingyu’s heart sank. Seemingly oblivious to the anger and dissatisfaction in Lu’s eyes, Yang Chengchuan calmly led the way. "Weiwei and the others are nearby doing tie-dye. Follow me." Assistant Li watched the gloomy-faced CEO.

Cheng Cheng had not expected Mu Zi to send out a Vibrava. In terms of speed, the Vibrava should have been at a disadvantage. Although many people present had entertained such thoughts before, putting them into practice was another matter entirely, fraught with numerous difficulties.

Lu Diming was focused on casting a dark evil spell and naturally did not notice what was happening around him.

Princess Lianhua’s pupils constricted, and the fear in her heart could no longer be suppressed. She had witnessed with her own eyes a delicate youth erupting into rolling flames, those ink-black pupils gradually turning blood-red—an image seared forever into her mind.

Li Xing’s puzzled inquiry went unanswered. Just as he began to console himself, thinking he must have been hallucinating from the overwhelming events of the day, he was proven wrong.

Xuan Ling had once received an ancient inheritance, but that legacy had lasted for only six hours before ending.

Prince Pu had just been dragged back by his collar, and seeing the man look his way again, he scrambled in terror into Consort Hui’s embrace.

Jiang Shenwu suddenly turned cold, his bright eyes filled with chill and murderous intent as he shouted in anger.

Although Li Zhao had refused, he did so with great tact, speaking in a way that was pleasant to hear and saved face for Wu Zhiqing.

Over a decade had passed, and just as Wei Wei had suspected, Yin Shiniang—who had abandoned Nezha—was consumed by day-after-day regret and guilt. Her longing for her son had reached a breaking point, needing only a spark to ignite.

Both were eager to end the battle quickly and eliminate the other, so they simultaneously increased their strength and speed.

After he had come three more times, Yang Huang’s primordial body, aided by the first technique of the Nine-Turn Silkworm Art, had reached the seventh stage of the Semi-Martial Realm.

However, the U.S. stock market was different. Unless a company wanted to face massive fines or be delisted, they would never operate that way; the SEC would teach them a lesson in proper conduct in a heartbeat.

"Brother Yang, do you have any other insights?" Qin Qi, feeling anxious, quickly asked Yang Huang.

To single-handedly suppress a Teigu in its berserk state—such a scene was something Mine had never even dared to imagine, yet today she had witnessed it for herself.

To be honest, Chen Yu was only suspicious of Li Jiangchi and Director Zhao, and even then, he was not entirely certain. After all, he had not experienced much in his life. What if they were telling the truth? Though unlikely, it was not impossible.

Yet Lauren Woods was still desperately pushing against Big Z, as if his life depended on it. It wasn't that his movements were aggressive, but he was truly giving it his all.

Bayina was not one to pass up an advantage; seeing that Wang Dawei was willing to take three punches from him, he was overjoyed.

Lou Manfeng nodded. "That works. Let us head to the Demon Hall now." With that, the two sprinted toward the Demon Hall on the left path.

Although Beigong Yu was joking, it was clear to those around him that he was actually mocking the Prime Minister.

If not for the child, perhaps I would have made the same decision as many other survivors of ghost marriages.

At that same moment, the fist launched from a hundred meters away flew toward him. The puppet hawk swooped down to intercept, its wings flapping violently and its sharp talons tearing the fist to shreds in no time.