Chapter 31: Another Follower Taken In

"Is that really true?"
The demon was on the verge of tears—if it even possessed such a thing.
"Do you have any right to choose?"
Ye Cheng smiled, giving the longsword in his hand a casual shake.
A razor-sharp surge of sword energy swept past the little demon's scalp, frightening it so much that it nearly...
As for the so-called token of gratitude that came afterwards, Su Wan-niang simply accepted it as payment for the medicine, though she had never bothered to look at it.
Just when Jiang Bin and his companion thought there was little to gain from Zhuo Jin, the next words out of Zhuo Jin’s mouth rekindled their hope.
In no time at all, the shouts of the people grew ever louder, and more and more were rallying to An Lingluo’s side.
With such a heavy price, even if Xu Yibing refused him outright, Lin Chen could not have been angry. The fact that she hesitated had already moved him deeply.
Liu Nan-feng had hardly touched sweets before, but after growing accustomed to her cooking, he no longer found it as distasteful as before. In fact, every time he shared a meal with her, he could taste the deliciousness she so cherished.
As for Ling Yin—otherwise known as Ling Siyuan—she had planned to come to the Spirit Clan months ago. Yet upon arriving at their borders, she found both clans’ people encamped all around the outskirts.
"When did you learn to speak Korean?" Liu Nan-feng had his assistant bring lunch, and the two of them sat on the hospital bed eating together.
Unwilling to yield, Liu Nan-feng twisted her face toward him for a kiss, then rolled her beneath him, pinning her firmly to the bed.
"Should we... perhaps step outside for a bit?" Even Long Yanran felt uneasy. She’d never faced Su Qingxue head-on either; what confidence she had came from what Chu Mengyue had told her.
"It's a pity, really. If a skilled expert saw it first, they could judge from the user’s slightest movements—just a twitch of the finger—whether or not the gun would fire, and dodge in advance," Lin Chen said regretfully.
"Damn! Is an old lady really doing the classic 'hands on head, squat and take cover' move?" Mo Wang nearly blurted out the comment.
"This must be the famed Ying Quan—the Daoist Ying who became renowned overnight?" Tong Guan looked at the man sitting across from him and spoke in a gentle voice.
As Li Yang examined the two orbs—which he decided to call Dragon Pearls—Zhang Liang spoke up again.
"She’s just keeping you company while you bathe, Brother Ling Hao. If you want to bathe, just do it. If not, we’ll head back to our room. But didn’t you just come down? Are you already done bathing?" Ling Fei’er looked at him sweetly.
Ban stood with folded arms at the center of Susanoo, his violet eyes gazing into the distance. Rising from the shattered rocks, he faced the giant spirit, which roared at him meaninglessly.
Yang Guang raised his hand, pressing hard on his earlobes, desperately trying to catch once more that mysterious voice amid the raucous cheers from the crowd below. No matter how much he focused, tilting his ear to listen, he never heard it again.
"Have them send over two hostages first, to prove your clansmen are indeed in their hands," Liang Mo said in a low voice, instructing Qian Wuliang.
"Since Your Highness suspects that the two soldiers who watched Mei Er by day might have conspired to harm her, why does he trust only Qin Ji’s account and interrogate only Zhao Geng?" Li Jing said coolly.
This news came from an official source—the Administrative Department located inside the Hokage Tower in Konoha! The Administrative Department had already begun preparations for the apprenticeship ceremony.
Undermining Huaxia from the outside remains the organization’s main objective. Within Huaxia, it’s safe to say that people leave their doors unlocked at night and every household has more than enough to eat.
"Boss, are you saying there’s only one emperor’s suite, two prince’s suites, and three marquis’s suites in each dynasty’s grand hall?" Old Zhang’s heart bled at the thought. Although Wang Fen had a point, stripping away most of the royal pageantry meant his cut would shrink by more than half.