Chapter 90: Demanding Payment!

The incessant knocking was driving Chen Fan mad! Coupled with that arrogant voice, it made his brows furrow tightly. Damn it, who was it? For heaven’s sake, had they no manners? This door had to be opened—did his sister really have such obnoxious friends? Today, he was determined to teach them a lesson.

He flung the door open, and standing there was...

The Mother of Dragons, ablaze with fury, was set on continuing her quest for unity, and there was even the possibility she would kill Jon’s siblings. Given Jon’s merciful nature and the bonds of family, such a decision was understandable, though it brought him great anguish.

Moreover, this character card came with a level-four bronze weapon card. Thanks to the soul sword, the Cold Iron Sword had ascended, and as Liu Ling’er grew stronger, it would upgrade itself in the future.

Zhu Xiaoxiao sorted through the items in her spatial ring, and slipped out just as the carriage arrived at Mengshui Manor.

As for why the thousands of soul masters had dwindled to merely a few hundred, this was the brilliance of the Haotian Sect: first, the main and collateral family members were recalled to the ancestral grounds, while the affiliated families stayed behind to cover their retreat.

Wu Ming, in high spirits, logged off. After a sound sleep, it was already past eight in the morning—he went downstairs for a breakfast of soy milk and fried dough sticks, squeezed in a thirty-minute jog, then returned home.

But the girl before him was clearly unwilling. She wanted to begin cultivating immediately, which was a dangerous move.

Especially since a spy who came to report tonight had informed Xiao Xue that they would take action tonight.

He glanced again at Guo Jia’s stats; they had improved considerably. Yet he disliked handling government affairs, often slacking off, so his political attributes had yet to breach the threshold of eighty.

But at that moment, a red-haired Avril in a crimson dress and a black-dressed Avril appeared beside the pink-dressed Avril, preventing her from rising.

The person buried in the pillow remained silent, but the trembling of his shoulders betrayed his suppressed laughter.

She wanted to touch her nose, but couldn’t reach it, so she wrinkled her nose instead, saying, “Can’t you try a different trick?” It was just too cheeky.

Today she had endured again and again, and now the sweet scent of peach crisp made her mouth flood with saliva. Still, she held back, successfully coaxing Zhang Chunhua to eat the pastry.

She noticed that each stall owner sold only a single type of goods—those selling silk dealt exclusively in silk, this section was all silk, while those selling polyester sold only polyester. Everything was categorized and concentrated, making selections much more convenient.

Hu Hua glanced at the Prince with a smile, and Han Houfei, seeing him repeatedly looking beside himself, assumed He Sifeng was seated next to him. He quickly strode over and pulled away the plants blocking his view.

Expressionless, unflinching in the face of danger, unmoved even with the weight of Mount Tai upon him—these descriptions seemed tailor-made for Li Mu. Even when the spear was pointed at him, he remained like a bystander.

He wanted to fight—seeing people trembling in fear of the objects, he wanted to snatch their belongings and seize their city.

This garden had channels dug to draw in water, with strange stones surrounding it and clusters of plum trees planted here and there, creating a secluded and elegant atmosphere.

But she had yet to fully recover her mobility. Walking down from the sixteenth floor would take more than ten minutes, and by the time she reached the ground, the infected would have already entered.

Thor, amid the cheers and adoration of countless players and fans, swaggered into Moor City. Behind him rose waves of applause. The praise and ovations gave Thor a real taste of what it meant to be a ‘hero.’ Buoyed by this sensation, he floated into Moor City’s town hall.

Yet this time, things were somewhat different. When Baal appeared, he could distinctly feel his own soul. He could sense his heartbeat, see his own skin, and to his delight discovered that, besides slaughter, he now possessed consciousness.