Chapter 28: Call Me Husband

The old man led the way inside. Fu Luoning and Gu Linzhou followed closely behind him. Looking around the lobby, the old man announced, "I will be staying on the second floor; you two will take the first."

There was only one guest room on the first floor.

"Rest up, both of you. This afternoon, you’re coming fishing with me."

Fu Luoning and Gu Linzhou walked into the first-floor room one after the other. The room followed a standard hotel layout. After entering, Fu Luoning opened her suitcase and began taking out her clothes.

So, my heartfelt devotion had become nothing more than a burden to others. The very people who swore they would repay me were now intent on killing me. Ying Ling’s heart shattered; it turned out it had all been her own wishful thinking. In truth, humanity had never welcomed her at all.

Wang Liang’s goal was clear. The Japanese team had repeatedly clamored to use Mount Fuji as the subject for the competition. Combined with the conversation he had overheard in the corridor, it was obvious that the Japanese contestants had long since memorized the relevant data on the mountain.

Liu Ning’s dishes did indeed have some effect, though it was not very pronounced. They had only felt a faint sensation earlier and hadn't truly considered that possibility.

The two circled the hall several times, but aside from the bottomless darkness on one side, there were no reliable or safe exits to be found.

Long Batian roared, his fists clenched tight. The Heavenly Dragon Martial Arts School being raided was a slap in his face; it was truly an insult that could not be tolerated.

It was clear who was superior: Li Gang had been easily repelled time and again. Most of the audience had already concluded that this guest was nothing more than a clown with no real skill, capable only of empty bravado. Some even cheered, thinking it was just a staged performance.

Luo Ke'er smiled. Although she felt a warmth in her heart, she was too shy to be overly enthusiastic toward Dongfang Tu. Perhaps it was her inherent nature—an inability to express her true feelings in front of the one she loved.

Shi Huangjie and Shi Huangqianhong were drenched in sweat, their bodies pushed to the limit. After the fierce battle, they hurried to check on Shi Huanglie and his son.

Zhenxi prayed fervently for her life to be extended by a few more years, so she could witness even more strange and grotesque supernatural events.

As luck would have it, they encountered Fan Jiuming. Overjoyed, Fan Jiuming seized the opportunity to channel the Spirit Snake’s powerful spiritual energy into his own body before sprinting desperately toward Lu Bufan.

Therefore, limiting it to the Martial Emperor realm was just right. As for the remaining Martial King realm warriors, their influence was relatively weaker than before due to the rise in the ceiling of the Fifth Path, but there was no helping that.

There weren't as many people today as there had been on Monday, but Mo Tiankong did manage to overhear some interesting news.

He truly needed a place to vent. He could not accept Hao Xin’s lack of love for him, nor could he accept her infidelity. And then there were the company files—she had allowed others to hack them, and not just once, but time and again.

Wang Xiao set down his glass and, without warning, threw a punch directly at Wan Yuntian. The sound was deafening, generating a terrifying gust of air.

However, there were no additions. The placement of the counters remained the same as the previous renovation: scattered randomly and distributed as evenly as possible throughout the hall.

"I know, it’s impossible to tell them apart like this. What will we do later?" Reality and dreams were so similar, but the warmth she relied on was definitely something that did not exist in dreams.

Thinking that a new week was about to begin, Mo Tiankong felt a long-awaited anticipation for the free items of the week. Besides, running a general store was quite lively.

While searching for god-level creatures in this world, Murong Chen was not idle. Even though they had spaceships and many things no longer required his personal command, that did not mean he was truly without anything to do.

Wushou kept a gentle watch by her side. Before the break of dawn, his eyes were like stars—clear, bright, and pure.

The lecherous man’s cultivation had reached the late stage of the low level, and the staff in his hand was a fine piece among low-level weapons. Even a casual strike carried astonishing power, yet it only created faint ripples upon the black barrier.