Chapter 81: A Hot Potato

"Since my little sister likes picking up things others have discarded so much..." Before she could finish her sentence, her figure flashed. The Flowing Cloud Chasing Moon Step was executed to perfection; everyone saw only a blur, as a figure clad in blue swept past Chu Ruoyan like a ghost. At the same time, her fingers hidden in her sleeve flicked, channeling a trace of spiritual power infused with the essence of the Yin-Yang Creation Technique, imperceptibly into the body of the multicolored brocade pheasant.

A sharp cry rang out from the pheasant.

"Body Locking Technique!" Han Ming spoke in a low voice, ignoring the weapon flying toward him. Unexpectedly, for the first time ever, his Body Locking Technique failed. The green gourd instantly split in two, encasing the mad Daoist within.

After pondering for a long time, Han Ming finally understood. He did not wish for this matter to cause him embarrassment in the future. At worst, he would simply refuse; after all, if he continued to forge his own path, his future might not be any worse than that of the Demon Lord.

Though these monsters saw him as one of their kind, and the Bureau of Demon Suppression viewed him as a monster, ordinary people—if they glimpsed the scales and claws on his body—would undoubtedly see him as a demon as well.

That scene is engraved deeply in my memory. Even many years later, when I hold Ruolan in my arms while sitting on a rocking chair, it remains one of the most vivid impressions from my youth.

The kiss lasted a full minute. My hands instinctively found their way to Yaxin’s full chest; when I touched the cherry-like red tips, Yaxin’s tender body trembled suddenly. I snapped to my senses and stopped, then parted our lips, gazing into her eyes.

Time is king, space is sacred; Huai Ren, with mastery over time, gained the power of space once more.

Huai Ren’s face darkened as he silently retreated several steps, then turned and walked away without a trace of hesitation.

Such a young and beautiful woman, a first-rank Martial Lord—how could Li Xiulan possibly be weak? If her legs were truly so fragile, surely Chen Yu wouldn’t have suffered so miserably at her hands.

Zhou Zigang completely disregarded the dignity of Chen Hu and the entire Chen family. Before nearly a thousand spectators at the Jade Betting Conference, he loudly called out the name of the former sect master of Tianxin Cheng Family, and openly insulted Chen Hu—calling him a man without proper upbringing. Such humiliation, how could Chen Hu swallow it?

Even though her countermeasures were timely and effective, in Lin Yuan’s perception, Xin Xiao, the Demon Hunt Master, still wielded the gleaming annihilation spear, resolutely advancing toward her position.

Boom! Suddenly, two demonic beasts charged out of the black fog, one from the left and one from the right, rushing toward Xing Bada.

Beside them, Zhou Jinghong’s emotions were just as conflicted. He looked at Xie Liu Jing, and a strong sense of apprehension rose once again within him.

To be honest, Liu Fei desperately wanted to open this door and pull Liu Ziyu tightly into his arms, to tell her that, no matter how difficult things became, he would walk with her through it all... but he could not.

Cha Wei walked gracefully beside Ji Renjie, the sachet at her waist releasing a faint, seductive fragrance with every step.

Whoosh—nine fire manipulators were ablaze, rapidly heating the air around them.

Lin Fei cast him a sidelong glance and said, "First of all, I can assure you my film is a wholesome campus youth story. There will absolutely be no kissing scenes. As for hugging and holding hands, it will depend on the situation; maybe there will be some, but not much."

He could sense that the mechanical pursuers hunting him were growing anxious—their aura was somewhat unstable. For Ye Chen, this was a rare bit of good news.

Ahem. Chen Cong coughed twice, straightened his appearance in the mirror, smiled, and returned to his usual warm uncle persona in front of everyone.

"Alright, seven days! I really can’t make it any shorter. I don’t even know how many times I’ll need to cast molds in that period. If the time is any shorter, the error in the finished products will be too great," Yu Linglong said, troubled.