Volume 1, Chapter 142: Jealousy

Before getting out of the car, Shen Zhaowu said, "Thank you, Zhou Niannian."
Her voice was clear, cool, and soft.
It was devoid of any emotion other than gratitude.
Zhou Niannian froze.
Her expression stiffened, and she turned her head to look at Yue Zhi, asking dully, "Was she... just thanking me?"
She dared not imagine what had happened here or what the ginkgo tree had endured, controlling her unease as she flew toward the depths of the Changchen Mountains.
"Do not worry, Sect Leader Mei, we will not let the demonic beasts set foot into human cities," the cultivators guarding the area promised.
The backyard of the criminal investigation detachment was a parking lot, and attached to it was a structure containing several holding cells; Ye Xiao was locked in one of them.
They had encountered some junior formation masters who could control a single formation blade to engrave a disc, but Mei Xianling was controlling four strange formation blades at once. Regardless of whether she succeeded in refining, she had already won, earning the respect of everyone present.
Everyone’s gaze shifted in unison to Qiuqiu, who was blowing bubbles on the bed—they could interpret the meaning for themselves.
She casually found a milk tea shop to order a drink, enjoying the afternoon tea hour, while simultaneously controlling a ferocious, wolf-like creature in the sea.
Take these scales, for example; they were incredibly tough. If not for the fact that the attacker was Zhou Yun, leaving even a single mark would have been an arduous task.
Now that the "River God" had been eliminated, the townspeople who had fallen into a coma from having too much of their vitality drained would gradually awaken—a truly joyous occasion worth celebrating.
His hand, gripping the God-Binding Rope, was tightening; he actually felt a sudden urge to pluck every hair from the man’s face to get a good look at the true nature of this hypocritical beast.
But that was unimportant; Mei Xianling watched with great pleasure as various cultivators arrived at the Sacred Medical Sect and proceeded to smash and loot the place.
He was eccentric and clear-cut in his loves and hates, paying no mind to worldly taboos. He thought it, and so he did it; he simply seized an opening, raised his dagger, and stabbed viciously at his opponent.
Cao Cao was the type of child who thrived in school—generous, outgoing, and assertive. He discussed Zhang Huan with the sons of noble families and hunting with those from humble backgrounds. Occasionally, someone would look down on his origins, but Cao Cao would unleash the murderous aura he had honed killing enemies at the frontier, and no one dared to say anything to his face again.
Char’s assistant handed the contract to Ou Ting on the spot. While the other competitors looked displeased, Ou Ting’s commercial standing was undeniable.
"Fool!" Gu Jinxi raised her hand, her fingertips gently brushing against her eyelids, wiping away the falling tears one by one.
It was a blindness so profound that even if the sky were to fall and everyone else were to perish, Gu Jinxi would not suffer a single scratch.
By then, they could use any method to keep her in the manor; whether to appease her slowly or find ways to tame her, no mud could be slung at the Jiang family.
Duan Weiqi ran a distance before turning back. No, this floor was wrong; this level had mostly menswear. Li Jiayu should have been browsing on the third floor; he must have missed her earlier. He turned around, intending to head back downstairs.
Her washcloth hung next to Grandma Ye’s, forming a sharp contrast—clean and tidy.
He removed the hand-cranked generator and the glass rod tray, placed the electrolyte brought by Huan Ling in the center, and inserted two copper-zinc plates into the pre-reserved slots at the top of the bottle.
"Looking out for one another in the face of natural disasters—that is the rule of humanity!" A-Sheng pounded the table, drawing another burst of laughter from Cao Cao.
Although Murong Xiye did not explain the details of her own death, it must have been an agonizing experience. It was enough that she was perfectly fine now.
Mo Huaijin glanced at Su Li, whose expression was growing increasingly ugly, then looked at Ji Yuqi, who was completely unable to resist at this moment, and swallowed the words that had reached his lips.