Chapter 60: I Will Report to the Police

Qian Lai was still harboring resentment, but upon looking up, she saw that man crouching on the ground, his face full of genuine remorse, and her heart softened once more.

“You say you have a severe allergic reaction to physical contact with the opposite sex, but it’s different with me? My presence can actually help alleviate your symptoms? Is that what you mean?”

Qiao Muting nodded, his eyes clear and pure like a young boy’s.

“That sounds a lot like an advanced form of skin hunger, doesn’t it?”

“Do you know about skin hu—”

A shadow fell across the Taoist’s path, making his heart tremble in fear. He hurriedly stepped back, thinking he had encountered some evil spirit, but in the next instant, an overwhelming force pressed down from all around, rendering him immobile.

Dongfang Yunyang had originally intended to keep the Flying Thunder God technique as a trump card, but in the moment his wife, Xishan Hongye, was in danger, he didn’t hesitate to use it.

He did not ask Madam Zhao why she called Ye Qing “Qing girl.” He knew well enough the story: the two brothers of the Shi family, Shi Nai and Shi Ding, were both granted marquisates for following the Warrior Prince in his campaigns to expand the realm.

“Return empty-handed? That had never even crossed my mind.” Jiang Changan lounged carelessly on the bed, crossing one leg over the other. He had come to Jingzhou with the resolve to die if necessary.

Hiss... This fellow may look chubby and dull, but surely he isn’t that foolish?

He was also aware that Fang Cheng did not dare enter the capital after losing his patron following the execution of Grand Duke Cai Yong for treason.

As for Miyamoto Kenyu, he accepted Qu Wuzhou’s challenge, but had no intention of engaging in combat immediately.

Que looked distinctly inhuman, shrouded in an indescribable, incomprehensible aura. Colors shimmered visibly around him, forming a thin, chaotic rainbow halo that was unsettling to behold.

“Do you know what kinds of people have passed the exam these past few times?” Singularity asked, intent on getting to the bottom of things.

The middle-aged man from the Water Nation, who led the group, glanced over Dongfang Yunyang and his companions, then fixed his gaze on Minami Kawamoto and Otoha.

Both clearly had things to say, yet remained silent for a long time, as if unsure where to begin.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yeshan thought of the latest, trend-breaking, morally questionable practice of splitting bills, and felt his vision go black, nearly collapsing to the floor.

Ye Bulang had always been acutely aware of his own flaws, which caused him no end of frustration. It was true that he had achieved heights others could only dream of, but this required consuming vast amounts of food. No matter how hard he tried, he could never cultivate true qi. He had consulted countless masters, always returning without answers.

Mo Li gave a bitter smile, thinking to himself that, in truth, his demon clan really did rely on drinking fresh blood to increase their power, though the side effects were considerable.

“I’m just stating the facts. If something does happen, I really will save you.” Ji Feng said earnestly.

At this moment, Jian Jue was dressed as a menial servant, but his robust figure and the ruthless cunning in his features—honed by years of officialdom and misdeeds—made him look more like a bandit than anything else.

If Fan Zhaoruo had heard Qian Xuezi’s remarks, who knows if he would have given her a “like” and voiced his admiration for Daoce’s foresight.

As soon as her hand let go, Ao Yanran, unsteady on her feet, fell once again into Situ Xuan’s arms, her warm, impossibly soft lips pressing against his.

“Explain? Why should I have to explain anything to you? Don’t you know what you’ve done?” The moment they met, the air was thick with hostility.

It was only then that Lu Xia snapped out of it; just moments before she thought she was going to be burned alive. She turned to see Yan Shao, battered and in a state of utter disarray. Especially that hand… She remembered now, it was that very hand that had shielded her.

Over the past six months, Feng Jianming continued to interact with the Liu family as before, never once displaying regret. His state of mind was much like Yun Shichen’s at the time—regarding the matter as an act of fate, a disaster beyond control.