Chapter 150: Deal Done

"Oh, this is quite a tricky situation."

Her smile grew even more brilliant as she deliberately drew out her tone. "You see, I am rather sentimental. Things that fall into my hands are truly hard for me to just give away casually. Unless..."

Her gaze shifted, sweeping over Ji Ciyuan's ink-dark face, and she suddenly leaned in a little closer. "Unless you beg me?"

"You—"

The ice shards in Ji Ciyuan's eyes were practically about to fall out, and the aura around him had dropped to freezing point.

She seemed to be...

The most troublesome part was still this stubborn old witch, who could never quite suppress that inexplicable, evil aura about him. Bowls of herbal medicine had been forced down, and acupuncture had been tried; sometimes it worked for a little while, only for the affliction to return shortly after. It truly drove Old Man Banxian to distraction. This fellow was simply too formidable; why were such potent medicines completely ineffective?

Suddenly, someone spoke from behind, causing Lin's heart to leap, nearly startling him out of his wits. Turning his head, he saw Han Bing staring wide-eyed at the paused video screen, his face full of astonishment.

"Wrong, I don't trust him. It's just that you are utterly untrustworthy." Aoxue turned around to look at Shasha.

A man as straightforward as Si Mochen was likely the only one Shen Xingyan would encounter in her entire lifetime.

The old lady exchanged a few pleasantries with Da Nian, asking about his parents' ages, whether they were in good health, and other such topics. Da Tao and I also chimed in to keep the conversation going. After all, Da Nian made his living traveling from door to door, so he had no trouble at all with social interaction and conversation.

The moment Lin opened his mouth, the old woman scurried up like a wisp of smoke. With a bang, the sound of a door closing came from upstairs—all of this happening in less than ten seconds from start to finish. Lin stood there dumbfounded for a long time.

The enemy paced back and forth slowly, trying his best not to make a sound, hoping to avoid waking us. Little did he know, however, that every single one of us had already perceived his presence at this very moment.

Every monster has its own designated range of movement; this is basic gaming common sense. Lin stopped, and the remaining wild dog immediately pounced forward. Naturally showing no courtesy, he swung his blade and slashed.

After coming to an agreement with Ye Yifan, Su Zhiyuan returned to the hospital room to say goodbye to Xia Yulian, telling her that Ye Yifan would come to take care of her shortly.

"Elder Morpheus, how much farther until we reach Heavenly Wind Island?" After flying for a full day and night, Zhou Youcai finally could not help asking Morpheus.

The passerby strode away from the stall with an arrogant air, leaving behind a dispirited ghost general and Han Fei, who hadn't said a single word.

Seeing that Yue Changfeng gave no indication of what to do, unsure whether they should make a move or not, the bodyguards stood there awkwardly, gazing on.

A long time passed, until the ashtray on the table was so full of cigarette butts that it seemed another one would cause it to overflow, before someone finally spoke.

Fortunately, this wasn't in America; otherwise, trespassing on someone else's property without a valid reason gave them the right to shoot you dead unconditionally.

Right now, however, Su Donggua suddenly realized that the danger seemed far too great! The investment and the returns were utterly disproportionate, and once he stepped inside, it appeared he could face mortal danger at any second. Reaching his current realm of cultivation had naturally been immensely difficult; he must on no account act rashly for a moment and harbor lifelong regrets.

Sizzling—Golden talismans poured down like a torrential rain, striking the ancient deity like rain lashing against banana leaves, producing strange sizzling noises. Moreover, each one struck the ancient deity with the force of ten thousand tons of giant boulders, causing excruciating agony.

Simultaneously, the wild boar let out another low, furious roar, and three massive, fiercely blazing fireballs instantly spewed from its mouth, shooting toward Zhou Youcai like falling meteors.

After a long period of numbness, Mo Tianxing wiped away a cold sweat, his gaze gradually turning icy, and the killing intent in his eyes as he looked at the dozen or so burly men made no attempt at concealment.

"No, Young Master Long, Sister Xiaolian, perhaps Young Master Su is not in this village; it's possible he is somewhere else." Ye Xinyue suddenly spoke up.

Silence fell between the two of them, but President Cen's words caused a roaring explosion deep inside Chang Yi's heart. That long-lost scorching heat surged up once more—no, even more intensely and profoundly than before.