Chapter 60: Compensation!

Urban Dragon King: War God Jun Sheng on the Road 1319 words 2026-03-20 13:03:53

Chen Fan raised an eyebrow. Oh? So this is Shao Jiancheng’s backer showing up? Well, well, I’d like to see which young master of the Song family it is.

The next second, a fierce fist wind came crashing toward Chen Fan’s face!

“Xiao Fan!”

Jiang Ni reacted instantly, shouting at the top of her voice. Seeing that Chen Fan made no move to dodge, she grew anxious all of a sudden.

Ever since Lu Xiaoxiao became busy filming and the peerless Feng Huajuedai was preoccupied with her manuscript, the two men who were left idle ended up spending time together. At first, he intended to call Mo William, but after some thought, he decided against it.

As dusk approached, the room grew dim. I assumed Zhao Xiaoyue liked this sort of ambiance, so I didn’t pay much attention.

When the Lord of North City finally broke free, Hua Eleven was left holding a large handful of hair.

But I didn’t tell Old Chen about this right away. Instead, I called Wang Sheng and asked him to come back—I had something to discuss.

Upon hearing Nie Xueqin’s words, Ye Luo was a bit surprised. He didn’t think that his looks had inspired some special interest in Nie Xueqin, or that she was deliberately giving him an opportunity. Still, since she had spoken so directly, it would seem cold-hearted to refuse her now.

A wave of deadly danger swept through the air. Zhang Yan instinctively hurled himself aside.

When lying on Miao Fengyun’s lap, Liang Yubo hardly dared to move. But facing Jiang Jingrui, Liang Yubo showed no such restraint and reached out without hesitation.

“This godforsaken place! There’s nothing but dust, not even a spider web—any spider would have starved to death. I wonder how many days we’ll last,” Su Lanzhi complained.

After issuing his threat, he strode out and slammed the hall doors behind him, leaving Wei Ze alone in the hall, sitting in lonely silence.

There was no trace of any flaw in Xifeng to be seen. All that remained was a stream of blood struggling up from the crimson pool—its hue distinct from the rest.

Ao Tian had just peeked around the corner when a massive fireball struck him head-on. Too excited to even conjure a magic shield, Ao Tian was sent flying, a bright red “-1000” floating above his head.

Zuo Linfan glanced at Dai Xiao’s back before following Li Xueyun into the Western King’s residence. Dai Xiao, from start to finish, dared not turn around, still hesitating over whether to go inside as well. If she entered, she would face the most terrifying person within. If she didn’t, wouldn’t she just be courting trouble with Ximen Zhe again?

Miss Rose was so moved she was on the verge of tears, marveling that someone in this world could care for her so much as to set aside even the duty of carrying on the family line.

Faced with Zhengtian’s sudden transformation, the one-armed traveler watched him warily. If Zhengtian dared make a single wrong move, he’d be off and running the very next second.

Maya was right—unsuitable. Those three simple words summed up four years of tangled emotions between them.

Just before entering, he’d run into the doctor performing Qin Huan’s surgery. The doctor assumed Jing Dongnan had come specifically to visit Qin Huan, so he took the initiative to share her condition with him.

“An ice phoenix with a hint of phoenix blood—excellent, excellent. I just happen to be short of a mount. You’ll do perfectly…” Lei Yu said cheerfully, looking at the ice phoenix spitting blood at his side.

Tie Mu watched Lei Yu depart, her heart stirring with complex feelings. Though Lei Yu’s words were pretty enough, something about her leaving still left Tie Mu feeling a little sad.

“Old Hei, don’t start complaining just yet. Come see what he picked for the second round,” Guan Xin called out.

Yet the person behind him, unfazed, walked right in, moving with practiced ease—he looked every bit the seasoned customer. Truly, you can’t judge a book by its cover.

“It’s not that I don’t trust you. I’m just being objective—none of you have any real evidence,” Mu Yuansong said, though in his mind he recalled the day Mu Xia had come to see him, her delighted smile tinged with tears.