Volume One, Chapter 44: An Invitation from Duan’s Mother

“Mm.” Duan Xiadong’s expression softened.

Li Shuhe secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

When they returned to the office, Li Shuhe glanced at the time. There was not much longer until the end of the workday.

She decided to inspect the manufacturer tomorrow instead.

The economics book she had bought at the bookstore last time had been brought to the office. Its presence here was far more reasonable than its presence at home.

Ye Tian offered no explanation. This was, after all, the purpose of his coming here, since matters at the police station had already been settled.

Yet everything seemed to be under Fengsi’s control. Slowly and unhurriedly, Fengsi raised his right hand. The Wind Demon’s right hand, which had remained motionless until then, moved at the same moment. The enormous monstrous hand mirrored Fengsi’s movement, suddenly clenched into a fist, and then shot forward with a powerful punch.

“My stomach...” Li Ming covered his belly in confusion, but before he could finish speaking, Qin Lan heard his stomach rumble loudly.

I knew why Hong Jiu had said that. After the exchange of gunfire just now, their weapons were almost out of ammunition. Since this was their master’s territory, there would be no reserve bullets either. He wanted to provoke me into fighting them with blades.

Their words shocked everyone present. Shangguan Jue’s heart blazed with fury, yet his face remained icily calm, revealing not the slightest emotion. “Since this is a celebration of the new members moving into the Princess’s Residence, if I do not attend, people will laugh at me for lacking proper manners.”

In their eyes, even from three or four hundred meters away, they could still see the two people’s appearances clearly.

Qin Hao was facing a desperate situation. If he did not fight with everything he had, he would not survive anyway. His only choice was to use his beast soul to battle Ming Ye head-on and seize Ming Ye’s divine dragon body.

The Spirit of a Strange Flame was an exceedingly rare and precious treasure. If someone saw it—and Qin Hao was only at the Martial King realm—they would certainly harbor ulterior motives.

After each round of strikes against the meteorite, Wang Fei and Xiao Chen would immediately teleport back to the ground. Xu Feng, who had accompanied them into space in an astronaut suit, would then offer a few simple comments on their actions.

This time, Ye Feng might have to face an opponent far above his own realm. He could not afford to be careless and had to raise his condition to its peak.

Before Su Zimo could reply, a magnetic singing voice rang out. The lyrics were filled with magnificent force, making one’s blood surge involuntarily.

Apart from this characteristic, they shared one other thing in common: by then, these people had already thrown in their lot with one of several princes. Everyone knew this perfectly well, but no one would say it aloud. At such a sensitive moment, speaking nonsense was virtually the same as courting death.

Although Ye Xiaosheng had previously surpassed one hundred thousand total votes, looking back over the past, the contestant who came next had nevertheless brought countless viewers one surprise after another.

Two minutes later, the makeup artist was made so uncomfortable by Su Zimo’s stare that she gave a coquettish smile. “What is it? Why are you looking at your big sister like that? Come here and let me pamper you.” With that, she took two steps forward and caressed Su Zimo’s cheek with the back of her hand.

By the time Yuan Xing returned home, night had already fallen. He hurriedly ate a little and went to bed early. After being busy all day, he had also sustained injuries all over. He had felt little discomfort while chatting with Wei Xueman, but as soon as he returned home, Yuan Xing began to feel miserable from head to toe.

Shi Changxiao laughed, and his laughter shook the heavens. He soared into the sky, seeming to stand steadily above the Nine Heavens amid flashes of lightning and peals of thunder. Countless phantoms appeared around his body in a blur, and he released his overwhelming aura without restraint, barely managing to withstand Yin Tianzheng’s surging, wave-like presence.

Ling Fei also found it strange and followed Su Zimo’s gaze. She saw that it was the daily news, which was currently discussing something related to Su Zimo. She stopped and listened carefully to the voice coming from the television.