Chapter 97: The Expose

Li Wanbai followed behind Yu Baichuan in silence. Neither of them said a word. She stared at the ribbon on the back of his robe and found it endlessly amusing.

“Were all those things you said in the lounge just now true?” After who knew how long, Yu Baichuan’s voice turned a little hoarse as he finally asked, “You weren’t lying to me?”

“What would I have to lie to you for? If I say I don’t like him, then I really don’t like him.” Li Wanbai smiled. “Do you honestly think there’s anything about that guy Mu Sang worth…”

Though the words “Xiang Pond” sounded rather poetic, once changed to “Square Pond,” in the local dialect of Maplewood Town it sounded almost exactly like “absurd.” And her usual way of doing things was indeed a little absurd. One such trait was that she feared neither heaven nor earth.

Brother Biao stepped forward again, as if he still wanted to say something, but He Ren waved a hand. The electric baton flashed twice in the air with a crackling hiss, and Brother Biao completely lost his nerve. All the liquor he had drunk seemed to rise out of him as sweat from his forehead.

Iron Pillar, Xu Xu, and the others were out on the sea having a wild time. There were three boats here that no one knew when Xu Xu and the others had brought over.

“Heh, I never thought you’d actually make it this far. No wonder even the blood clan suffered losses at your hands,” Li Batian said coolly, the battle sword in his palm radiating a faint mystical glow.

“Wicked disciple, as your master, I would not kill you, and yet you delivered yourself to my door!” Mo Yixin gave the man a calm glance. What sin had he committed back then to accept this fellow as his disciple? This apprentice was truly a calamity. When he fell from immortality, this man fell with him, all for the sake of finding him and killing him. Such a twisted bond was impossible to explain.

In the end, under the devilish coquetry of Marinated Egg’s persistent pleading, Ding Mu had no choice but to order a bottle of beer for each of them.

Just think about it: Princess Cute goes missing at any time, but she had to choose this crucial moment to disappear.

Yan Jiaojiao took out the dagger she carried with her, quickly cleaned and dressed the rabbit, and then began her roasted-rabbit journey.

Ouyang Lian scratched his head. Repeating his self-introduction over and over must have made anyone tired and annoyed, but he still could not show it, especially not in front of those adorable people.

Mu Lingxi rose onto her toes and kissed the left side of Ouyang Lian’s face. Then she reached out to take the coffee from his hands.

Hidden in the grass, Duanmu Lianxin and the others were all worried for Cheng Wushuang. Though Cheng Wushuang had displayed astonishing strength all along the way, none of these so-called geniuses before him were pushovers. Was he not courting death by provoking them like this?

“How strange. I don’t understand it either.” Ma Dong frowned as well. It seemed he had never offended anyone from the Daoist sect before.

Indeed, as a Heavenly Dao Flame born from chaos, Moon Shadow Flame had looked down upon all living beings from the moment it came into being, ethereal and transcendent.

In an instant, Yi Han’s body was blasted into ruin, leaking both air and blood, like a torn fishing net riddled with holes.

The Throat-Cutting Blood Needle was his unique skill, but even if it were his treasured technique, if one were struck by the blood needle, Hu Sanye would also be poisoned.

Perhaps he had long since moved beyond the category of merchant, no longer part of the system, yet his status, power, and influence were beyond the reach of anyone within it.

Gu Yuan looked at the strange stories recorded on the scraps of paper, and with each one he read, his heart ached a little more.

“I’ll take you to the hospital first. The sooner you pay the surgery fee, the sooner the operation can be done,” Li Zhuo said.

Ren Tianying’s face changed drastically. He stared at the ice toad spinning top in his hand, then turned to Lin Xuan, disbelief written all over his face.

When Xi Feng heard this, he wiped his tears with his hand and said, “Yes, yes!” As he was speaking, he suddenly caught sight of a shadow flash past outside the broken doorframe, then vanish from view.

The air was filled with the fragrance of toasted bread. A few children were running and chasing one another in the street. Cicadas cried from the roadside trees, and some half-grown children lay curiously by the wall, peeking secretly at the unfamiliar visitors.