Chapter 86: The Dual Harmony Ring

Night Cangming sneered at her words, his deep eyes fixed on her strange, mismatched face. “You? Do you think you’re qualified to negotiate terms with me?”
Chu Yuyao touched her empty sword sheath, feeling her heart bleed. “Ex-husband, you shattered my Autumn Water Long Sky Sword—shouldn’t you compensate me?”
He scoffed, his knuckles cracking ominously. “You should be grateful I haven’t crushed you instead.”
Su Qinghan suddenly spoke, “Compensate her.”
He strode out from the densest area of green lights, and things looked much better now; the pitiful young man finally let out a deep sigh of relief.
She might have worked for years, but experience alone can’t always prevent troublesome clients from showing up—especially those who are looking for trouble on purpose.
With excitement surging in his chest, Shi Xuan piloted his fighter through the central space-time passageway of the Aries star system, eager to test this alien colonization system.
In truth, since joining this mysterious organization, he’d only carried out a handful of missions. Everyone else accepted whatever tasks were assigned from above, but he always insisted on choosing his own.
Ding Bai was training his fleet in the Sandy River Bay when, unexpectedly, two unfamiliar merchant ships sailed through the waters.
Changfeng told those who weren’t injured to go home, bolt their doors, and wait for news. The others, stunned, quickly dispersed once they heard him.
He wanted to say something, but his lips moved several times without finding the right topic.
Dark Night hopped over, apologetic. “Sorry, I didn’t expect him to be so powerful. I shouldn’t have let you go.” As he spoke, he spat out his inner elixir, letting it roll over my stomach.
“Agreed.” Yuan Zhou looked at Zhang Yan and Fujiwara, then nodded his approval.
After serving everyone a glass of plain water, he gestured for them to sit down and talk. It had to be said—wealth had made Yuan Zhou far more generous; he even entertained guests with water now.
He didn’t want his sister to be exhausted, working part-time every single day—night shifts at the convenience store, classes by day, and even using her spare time for more jobs. Truly a 007 lifestyle. And now, barely halfway through her sophomore year, the King of Hell was already praising her good health.

My unexpected answer wiped away Manager Lin’s arrogance; he stopped shaking his leg, his brows furrowing to reveal a harsher side.
Hua Xu blinked, wanting to see more clearly. The shadowy animal seemed sharper, though its form was still indistinct.
“This child isn’t a Heaven-sent Dragon, nor does he have a trace of celestial blood. He’s just an ordinary body,” Grandmother’s voice was tinged with fatigue and disappointment.
“You think you’ve never vetoed my projects?” Li Jin snorted, his gaze suddenly sharp, radiating a powerful aura that made Gu Xianglin hesitant to intervene. He left directly, his determined stride declaring his unyielding spirit.
But it doesn’t matter; soon enough, when I find their child’s corpse, they’ll believe me.
To expand the concert’s influence, a powerful publicity department is essential.
But now it’s impossible—he has a wife, children, a family, and friends! These treasures have become his bonds.
The boy still mattered too much to her—so much that his mere presence affected her inner world, healing her without treatment. Or perhaps, influenced by him, even in sleepwalking she wouldn’t seek him again…?
“No chance! Dad’s completely lost his mind!” The wife shook her head, unimpressed by her father’s schemes.
Those present ate the treats brought by Su Mo and listened to her speak, casting odd glances at Lin Xuanman.
Earning three or four work points a day was considered a lot; any more and the brigade would surely complain.
It would be impossible to claim she pushed Su Mo down the stairs out of revenge, causing her to lose her child.
“Has he eaten people?” Hearing Hu Xinyu say that, Ruan Ruan turned her head, curious.
Silently, Gou Kui watched. After he finished speaking, Wen Ruo waited a few breaths before slowly raising her hand. Wisps of black energy swirled around her fingers, making them appear even more slender and pale.
Time had flown by—she used to spend nearly every day with Yan Yichen, but it had been so long since she’d seen him now.
“Ding dong.” The doorbell rang. Chen Feng didn’t move; his mother was home and would surely get the door.
Li Dai ignored the barrier around Sumeru House, transforming into a ripple as she stepped inside. She hadn’t expected to hear Yu Mao’er mention her name the moment she entered.

He bent low, dodging the deadly line. Without the meat shield giving him a chance to counterattack, the black line mercilessly severed Fan Xin’s neck.
It was, after all, her own lack of management skill that allowed the Soul Hunter organization to infiltrate and steal the semi-finished potion.
As soon as the words were spoken, the ministers at the banquet joined in the uproar, the atmosphere becoming lively instead of oppressive.
Seeing Cold Moon like this, Mu Xuan’s eyes betrayed helplessness and pain. The young master was too sentimental; it was hardly a good thing for her.
“Zhou, repeat what you said back then. Remember—restore the tone and expression of that moment,” Yingchun instructed.
Wu Hua hadn’t contacted him for days; the big brother’s phone went unanswered. Han Xiaoshan originally intended to check on Wu Hua and see if the issue he’d mentioned last time was resolved.
Just as he expected, when he brought Lin Shuihan to the Su family’s underground chamber, Su Ci was indeed waiting there, carefully inspecting a sword. He was so absorbed he didn’t notice them enter.
Cold Moon only wanted to sleep beside him, thinking the bed would be more comfortable with three. She didn’t expect Mu Qingyan to say something like that, and from his words, it was clear he’d misunderstood.
“Wonderful!” The voice thundered, as if only such volume could express their love for the dance.
Looking at her father’s gloomy face, Jiayu obediently lowered her head and walked over without a word.
Now, only Germany and Austria can produce this TBA wine. Among these regions, Germany’s Yimu Estate and Austria’s Gaobo Castle are the most renowned.
Uncle Zhang shed tears at the sight. Ruoxuan pulled Anya tightly into her arms, weeping as well. Anya’s sincere and intense emotions moved everyone deeply.
Bad science fiction… they always dig up dead ‘dogmas’ to reinforce them, pretending their content is profound.