Chapter 38: The Cannon Fodder Fiancée (38)

“Tsk, tsk. You certainly have a hot figure.”

The predatory intent in his gaze was all too obvious. His eyes darted about as he revealed a malicious smile.

“Boss, give this girl to me.”

The scar-faced man glared at him and barked angrily, “Stop fooling around. Finish her off with one slash, then find somewhere to bury her alive. Otherwise, once the police arrive, you’ll be waiting for a bullet.”

“What’s there to fear? Didn’t you hear what that Fu fellow said? He’ll think of a way…”

Just as Diao Manrong was consumed by rage and anxiety, her legs suddenly twisted tightly together, as though they had lost all their bones.

“Yan’er, why haven’t you answered your mother’s question?” The prince seemed displeased by the heir’s silence, and asked in a reproachful tone.

His sinister eyes fixed on her retreating back. He should have been delighted, yet for some reason he could not feel any joy. Such a blow would certainly leave her humiliated and heartbroken, but a trace of reluctance had somehow stirred within him. He mocked himself before casting that feeling aside.

Only then did Zhou Xuan come back to his senses. He stared at him blankly and shook his head, though for some reason his face had turned a little pale.

Qi Ranxi could not calm her anger, and her chest heaved up and down. The thought of being touched by that man filled her with an indescribable revulsion. Yet she refused to let Luo Qianqian snatch Yan Zhengxi away from her just like that. She would drive her away completely and forbid her from disturbing them again. She did not want to see her for even another second.

Although Nian Chuxia was already twenty-eight, her beautiful face and alluring figure gave her a mature kind of beauty.

Qianqian was inwardly overjoyed when she heard this. The situation seemed extremely favorable to her. Just as she was secretly weighing her plan, the hotel employees began arriving one after another. Soon, everyone was gathered in the hotel lobby, and the sight was quite spectacular.

The next morning, when Yan Zhengxi opened his eyes, he saw Qianqian sleeping facedown beside his bed. Their hands were clasped tightly together. The unexpected sight filled him with delight. He gently tightened his grip, sensing her presence, and the corners of his lips lifted slightly.

“Young Master, after entering Brightmoon Tower, did you not know that Brightmoon sells art but not her body? Besides, Brightmoon already belongs to someone else.” Brightmoon looked at him with an utterly innocent expression, as though she truly wished to give herself to him but unfortunately already had a man.

Li Moran rose to his feet and walked toward the door. Even he could no longer explain what he felt—whether it was love or not.

The one most severely affected by this wave of upheaval was naturally Zhao Yi, who was inside the shrine. The moment he received the red invitation, the oppressive atmosphere became so suffocating that it was difficult to breathe.

However, in their frantic attempt to flee, they were like headless flies. Sooner or later, they would crash straight into the Heavenly Net of the Heavenly Thunder Sect.

Once the decision was made, action followed. That afternoon, Meng Sanqiu called Xing Dehai over and took several men on a tour around the village. In the end, they chose a plot of land south of the village, near the foot of the mountain.

As she spoke, the rims of her eyes reddened. The way she desperately held back her tears was utterly pitiful and touching.

When he looked up, he could make out the distinct silhouette of a cruise ship beneath the dim yellow lights. The cargo vessels moored all around them appeared as hazy shadows, their forms impossible to discern.

Chen Haoran placed a finger beneath the computer screen. At once, the screen turned black. A few seconds later, it returned to its normal color, as though the screensaver had never appeared.

He was afraid. Having lived here for so long, he naturally knew how terrifying this great formation was. At that moment, all he could hope for was that, since the formation had not killed anyone in so long, its response might have grown somewhat sluggish.

Wang Long pressed down with his right hand, using the power of his soul to agitate the air and form a shockwave. It passed directly through Zhong Xuan’s spiritual essence water bubble and shattered Su Hao’s internal organs inside. At that moment, not even a Great Golden Immortal or the ancient God Pangu could save him.

After considering the matter from every angle, Yu Daoyuan still felt that something was wrong with Baizhu’s condition. He immediately turned on the communicator and dialed Zuo Weizheng’s number.