Chapter 103: Grand Freedom

In the stillness of early morning, every sound was hushed, yet the pounding of his heart rang deafeningly loud.

Until the doorbell rang.

He released her, their heated breaths mingling in the air.

Jiang Heng pressed close, his nose brushing against Lu Qingfei’s, his scorching breath warming her face.

The deep desire gleaming in his eyes made her heart leap sharply.

… More dangerous than she had remembered.

The doorbell rang again. Lu Qingfei blinked softly, her hand shifting from his neck to poke him lightly with her index finger.

Watching his subordinates, each wearing a worried frown—scratching their heads and chins, utterly frustrated and unable to come up with a solution—Philip shook his head like a rattle.

The “Great-Eyed King” clashed palm-to-palm with Huo Zhenfang, who was instantly blasted backward, blood spraying into the air; Huo Zhenfang was gravely wounded.

Chu Nan held back from answering the system’s third question for the time being; he needed to survey Phantom Hidden City’s condition first, since the system had previously warned that after a failed siege, Phantom Hidden City would relocate.

This time, the expletive formed by the four initials “CNM” revealed Zhu Ganglie’s profound shock.

An Minglang sank down against the wall, his legs weak, as if all his strength had been drained.

Chu Nan was still calculating; the number of Qingfeng City players currently able to reach the royal city was roughly two thousand, while according to prior rules, the initial wave entering the royal city should number around twenty thousand.

“Heh! Not bad. Your swordsmanship is truly unfathomable, perhaps even surpassing Senior Brother Du. I worried for nothing. With my martial arts ruined, I don’t need to fret over the sect’s affairs anymore. From now on, I’ll just live a life of leisure and wealth,” He Feilong said, half relieved, half mournful.

I found myself inexplicably trusting my mother’s words, more willing to listen to her. I remembered that Nangong Ye.

Zhu Ganglie crouched down, hands pressed to the ground, an obscure ripple spreading from his palms.

As long as he possessed the “Divine Demon Water,” Ghost Blade was convinced that killing Ye Zihao would be an exceedingly easy task.

All participants passed the first stage; although some wavered slightly, none faltered or lost control, basically meeting the requirements.

On the table, the divorce certificate lay quietly. Surrounding it were numerous bottles of Kaifeng red wine, some empty, others partially full.

Every time Aunt Flo arrived, the pain was excruciating beyond measure; ordinary painkillers were completely ineffective.

Fang Dongping’s lengthy speech amounted only to an introduction, yet Zhang Guangmao showed no impatience whatsoever. Beyond outlining the basic principle of the technology, Fang Dongping had also revealed its immense economic value—this was what Zhang Guangmao valued most.

Since the Shinobi Sect had deceived Yang Ruobing into coming over, their sole purpose was to capture him. They would then dispatch experts to protect their own while eliminating some of the Shinobi Sect’s elite under the cover of chaos.

The US dollar was an extremely scarce resource domestically; even attempting to exchange it on the black market required connections, for no one would assist so easily.

He Zi made a shushing gesture to him, signaling silence. The two communicated through typed messages on their phones.

When the county magistrate suddenly appeared behind her again, she swiftly transformed like a spinning scarlet leaf settling beside him with a soft “swoosh.”

If they could manage to pull in Pang Zhantian’s one million cash red envelope this time, it would be absolutely perfect.

After several rhetorical questions, it was clear just how shocked and enraged the bandaged man truly was.

Long Xiaotian sighed softly, unsure whether he felt pity for Huang Wei or disappointment over having to release Shen Shaoqing.

A heavy voice echoed across the Three Realms, its reverberations disturbing the land of Shenzhou.

“Of course, I am none other than Qi Tian Dasheng, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, Sun Wukong,” Sun Wukong said with a slight nod, clearly pleased with Red Boy’s performance.