Chapter 31: Who Is More Important, Me or Him?

Qin Wanyi angrily sank her teeth into his neck. Pei Yinian frowned slightly but made no sound, merely stroking her head with tender concern.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Pei Yinian’s heart ached as he soothed her through a choked voice.

Hearing the man’s reply only made Qin Wanyi angrier. Clenching her fists, she pounded his chest several times with all her strength.

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When dealing with a venerable senior who had lived for tens of thousands of years, lying could easily backfire. Ye Zheng knew perfectly well that Fairy Shuiyao had never truly done anything improper and that he had always viewed her through tinted glasses, yet he still chose to tell the truth.

Only after seeing his companion at the doorway struck against the wall by the flying door did he come to his senses and instinctively pull the trigger.

Through her spellcraft, Mu Qiu sensed that Leng Yan was in the northwest. She therefore arranged matters within the estate and deliberately found a physician of both excellent medical skill and good character to stay there. Only then did she summon several experts and set out.

Once abandoned by the Son of Heaven, how miserable would one’s fate be? Was Ning Zechen’s example really so far removed?

“Senior Brother Qing, I look forward to your guidance!” Mu Qiu bowed first, then spoke.

The architecture of Jiangnan differed greatly from that of Guanzhong. The most distinctive feature of Jiangnan residences was their sharp, almost sinister upturned eaves.

In an instant, the storm vanished like heavy snow beneath the blazing sun. Yang Hao knew that the Demon Tiger was already at the end of its strength, with no reserves left. His gaze turned icy as he pressed forward in one furious, relentless assault. The Demon Tiger sensed the frigid killing intent and tried to flee, but unfortunately, a barrier of profound force had formed around it, leaving it nowhere to go.

“Mmm, that feels good~” Yun Zijin patted her round, bulging belly in satisfaction. Her large eyes darted about, and an idea came to her.

The Spirit-Suppressing Platform was extraordinarily sensitive. Having seen through Ye Zheng’s misgivings, it invoked the Chinese cultivation world to threaten him.

Ning Qianxun slowly pulled out a chair and then lowered herself into it just as slowly, as though she wished the movement could be stretched out forever—the slower, the better. Indeed, it would have suited her perfectly if the motion never ended at all.

After speaking, Xuanming suddenly felt as though his body had been drained dry. So that was how it was. Shangguan Hong could no longer be allowed to live.

“Let’s not talk about those people anymore. They’re enough to ruin my appetite.” Huan’er picked up her chopsticks, intending to serve Wenren Ya some food, but then seemed to recall something and placed the morsel into her own bowl instead.

“Excellent. The efforts of three generations have all been for that day. Your task is complete. You know what to do now, don’t you?”

The phantom’s voice was low and solemn. Once it finished speaking, it faded away before the altar.

To King Yama, this was the most powerful existence in the universe. If such a being wished to enter heaven, who would dare stand in the way? Would they not be courting death? Besides, having aided the strongest existence in the universe, King Yama could later seek help openly and legitimately whenever he encountered a problem beyond his ability to resolve.

Lei Kun and Wang Ting saw the commotion rising from the rear mountain and exchanged a glance. Their figures slowly vanished from where they stood. Feng Qingyang had only recently broken through into the Spirit Sect realm, so he too was filled with excitement at the sight. His figure flickered before disappearing as well.

One constable flushed and chimed in, “Chief Cai, we brothers follow you without asking for great wealth or honor. All we want is enough to fill our stomachs. But now the government office won’t give us a single reward. Are we supposed to extort the poor wretches around us? If this goes on, the few of us will have no choice but to beg for a living.”

“Go to hell, Kakarot!” Bearing the pain on his face, Vegeta kicked Goku in the abdomen. He then launched another uninterrupted barrage of attacks, driving Goku back again and again. If anything, the harder he fought, the more excited he became.

Returning the microphone to the host, Du Kuangge took a slight step back. His part was over.

Liu Moyan tilted his head slightly. When the fragile neck beneath his palm obediently awaited the force of his grip, he found himself at a loss instead. His hand loosened a little, and Duan Jinrui’s breathing eased. With hope in his heart, he opened his eyes.