Chapter 134: Caught in the Game 14

Standing to the side, Yan Jinxi watched the transformed Shang Linjun with a look of astonishment. After a few seconds of bewilderment, she wondered to herself, "How did my brother know where I was?" As this thought crossed her mind, her eyes darted briefly before a blushing smile spread across her face.

Shang Linjun cast a look of disdain at the drunks howling in pain on the ground. Adjusting his disheveled clothes, he said, "Next time you walk, use your eyes. Learn to see who you can afford to provoke and who, once crossed, will make you pay a bitter price."

Once he finished speaking, he returned to Yan Jinxi’s side, took off his coat, and draped it over her shoulders. Without a word, he simply exchanged a look with her before continuing on his way.

As for Chuchu, I have reached a point where I can no longer bring myself to care about whose child he is or who gave birth to him; I have already grown fond of him.

"I thought you would have lost your memory. It is truly a surprise to see you alive," she said with a disappointed smile.

Perhaps I have too much faith in Lu Xudong, though I cannot say for certain if this confidence is right or wise.

This eye-roll, rather than being off-putting, only added to her charm, causing their hearts to beat uncontrollably.

Yet, this heartache had nowhere to be voiced. I did not even dare to tell Ye Shengyin, fearing that someone might discover that the love I had once trusted so deeply had been a misunderstanding all along.

Mother Gu sat beside Gu Xixi, nudging her arm to signal that she should help if she could.

Somewhere backstage, a certain Mo, busy tinkering with a thick iron rod, felt a sudden chill run down his spine. His right hand shook, and he nearly dropped the iron rod to the ground.

Gu Xijue felt that his brother had the potential to become a "henpecked husband." He felt an inner disdain but lacked the courage to say it aloud, so he coughed a few times to draw the attention toward himself.

As the other party spoke, Luo Yuangao nodded quickly. He had already realized that the person he was facing was not simple. Therefore, he had been employing a strategy of probing—in boxing terms, taking a few hits first to gauge the opponent's strength.

The malevolent energy of the Orange Flame Ghost Slash was a path of pure slaughter—cruel, cold, and even demonic.

I went to the restroom and splashed cold water on my face. Before leaving, I noticed the door to the room was slightly ajar. But I clearly remembered locking it earlier. Could I have been mistaken?

Just as Yang Jian was filled with worry, a surge of powerful energy passed through the Nine-Tails into his arm, then flowed through his meridians into his entire body.

Officer Wei’s eyes widened in amazement as he stared at the Phantom, exclaiming, "Young Commander Wang is truly unfathomable!" Then, frowning, he looked at Lan Xin and asked, "Then have you ever met a senior whose marksmanship is ranked number one? Surely it couldn't be Wu Nian, could it?" He then cast a suspicious glance in my direction.

Chen Ziyi sensed the air being torn behind him. He spun around to see that he was still following closely. He hurriedly accelerated, pulling several sound-transmitting jade talismans from his sleeve. Shouting in a panic, he flung them in all directions.

The water in the swamp churned violently. The scattered trees within the marsh were instantly destroyed, and the lush aquatic plants were flattened in an instant. Giant waves continuously surged outward, centered on the black and white Taiji symbol.

At that moment, the werewolf took a long stride forward, reaching the soldier in the blink of an eye.

Though this attack energy looked like something the Xianglong had unleashed with ease, Yun Yu still sensed a slight shift in the Xianglong’s aura. It was clear that this specific energy attack was a secret technique he relied upon heavily.

Her smile was so serene that it melted Madam Zhong’s heart. *Such a good girl,* Madam Zhong thought to herself, *how could I bear to hurt you with these scissors?*

Although Wang Hou had seen the division of powers across the continent after the spatial passage opened, he still lacked a detailed understanding.

By this time, Shamu Zuo had already filled in more than half of the pit, but one bloody hand remained exposed, flailing wildly as if trying to grab onto something.

But this was, after all, in public; exposing his strength so brazenly would be unwise. Besides, if he lost control of his force and ended up killing this fellow, he would be in for a great deal of trouble.