Chapter 118: The White-Browed Tiger

Upon arriving at the Xiao family estate in Yunzhou, Chen Yang found that the person in charge remained the second daughter, Xiao Mingyue.

Chen Yang had always been puzzled; since becoming a guest advisor to the Xiao family, he had never once met the head of the household. Moreover, the eldest son—the heir apparent of the Xiao family—was equally mysterious. Entrusting such a vast family fortune solely to the second daughter, Xiao Mingyue, seemed illogical no matter how one looked at it.

However...

He had always taken the bus to work, and for a moment, he hadn't realized that with a net worth of 500 billion, he could easily afford much more sophisticated transportation.

After only a short while, Shen Yanqiu’s position was utterly shattered by Xu Mubai. Xu Mubai usually acted like a harmless, kind-hearted soul, but at the chessboard, he was ruthless. Only then did Shen Yanqiu understand why Chunyu Qiong had worn such a bitter expression when they first met.

He sat there leisurely, snacking on chocolate, sipping champagne, and watching television—thoroughly enjoying himself.

Therefore, there was only one way to resolve the curse within those people: the caster had to revoke it personally.

Li Xiaodi approached Li Ran. Li Ran pressed his hands against the ground and shook his head, appearing perfectly fine.

"If you join the journey to the Return to Ruins, we shall certainly have greater confidence in our success," Meng Ligao said, showing no interest in questioning the so-called presumptuous request of Yao Ning'er. He offered her a faint smile, as if he already knew what she was going to ask.

Before Bai Shannuo could finish his thoughts, he felt a warm ray of light shine upon him, instantly shattering his concealment talisman.

The two arrived downstairs. It was past eleven at night, and the streets were nearly devoid of vehicles and pedestrians.

Now that his offensive tactics were ineffective and the demon Li Ran blocked his path of retreat, he was truly cornered and had no choice but to rely on evasion.

Suddenly, a commotion erupted in the corridor of the emergency ward. Many doctors and nurses were rushing toward it, and the incident had even alerted the vice president of the hospital.

If they had been willing to pay a little money in the first place, they would have had nothing to fear even if the matter reached the imperial court; instead, they might have even earned a good reputation.

That afternoon, she lay on the bed and drifted into a hazy sleep. In her dreams, she felt cold surgical instruments probing her body again, the icy metal frame chilling her to the bone. She began to tremble and struggle, and just as she was gripped by terror, the telephone ringing beside her pillow startled her awake.

Every sound of the commotion was like a rhythmic syllable; the tones merged, bright and ethereal, performing the most magnificent symphony.

Just as Amy stepped onto the first stair, the heel of her shoe snapped, and she lost her balance, falling backward.

Feidian reached out to take it, but Yin Sheng suddenly pulled his hand back, wiped the object clean with his sleeve, and then handed it over to Feidian.

Chi Xue was born in the endless chaos and only ended up in a fourth-tier cultivation realm by some strange twist of fate. She possessed an innate ability to survive in chaos, so devouring chaotic energy was no difficult task for her.

Just as the yellow-haired man was about to step through the school gate, Malone reached out a long arm and blocked his path.

After a long while, Bai Yi finally calmed down. This matter was of grave importance and must not be leaked; otherwise, even the supreme masters of the demonic path would covet it. Especially the Demon race—this object belonged to them by right, and once they discovered the whereabouts of the Demon Scripture, they would stop at nothing to reclaim it.

This year, the Duke of Ding’s manor hosted its annual banquet in the open hall of Rongtai Residence as usual. The residence had been cleaned and decorated early, with lanterns hung and a stage erected for live performances.

Ling Xin nodded and looked at the Marquis. "Marquis, I understand. I shall leave now. You must take good care of yourself. If you ever need my help in the future, just call for me." The Marquis smiled, reached out to pat Ling Xin's head, his expression filled with affection.