Chapter Seventy-Three: The Tiger Wolf Gang Shall Be Uprooted

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Seeing that Ma Wu didn’t mind him calling his name directly, Lin Li was somewhat delighted. He continued, “Brother Ma Wu, well, a few days ago, I managed to win over a pair of sisters. Both just eighteen or nineteen, so fresh and lovely. I haven’t even had time to enjoy them yet. I think beauties ought to be matched with heroes. If you don’t mind, maybe you’d honor me? I could have the sisters serve you well…”

“You’re still alive!” The hands hidden beneath the dark robes clenched into fists, Lan Canglan’s pitch-black eyes filled with shadows.

Yet Jin Yi was now burning with spring fever, unable to resist, dragged higher by the seductive power of the Enchantress. Still, he stubbornly stretched out his arms, holding tightly to the Enchantress beneath him, who was barely breathing, and together they floated upwards. Instead of easing, their movements only grew stronger.

“Uh, I think I hear someone snoring.” Biting her finger, Jiu’er spun on her toes, her sparkling eyes scanning the surroundings.

As for Meng Que, he had memorized the entire layout of the underground track before the competition, so his running was especially smooth.

On the day Duan Ke left, Ning Xiang was secretly excited upon hearing the news. Of course, all she knew was that Duan Ke had urgent matters to attend to and would be away for a few days.

“Fellow Daoist Rose, the past is like dust and smoke. My victory over you back then was merely a stroke of luck.” Master Shuiyun sighed apologetically, his gaze unfocused, as if transported back a thousand years.

She never liked keeping furry animals. She remembered the first time she mentioned raising Snow Sasa to him; he looked utterly disgusted.

Not to mention he was now a third-level Star Plucker. His Star Sink technique was almost at the level of spontaneous use—how much effort must that have cost?

The bald eagle couldn’t speak, but was exceptionally intelligent. It shifted its feet gently on the elder’s shoulder, then hopped down onto a nearby rock.

Of course, even with all the speculation, at least for now, Constantine seemed to value Bai Qi. After all, the extra territory reward was more tangible than a noble title.

You could say I look nothing like I did last cycle, but these people all recognize me.

A week later, I formally returned to work at the Lin Corporation. Before that, Lin Jing Shen had officially taken over the company.

Isn’t this world the one of Situ Wugong and his true self? How can there be such powerful anomalies here? And I’ve lost my abilities, but there’s a mighty white serpent by my side.

They had all cleared their schedules for today, only able to gather at the villa by setting aside their work and studies. Ordinarily, their parents’ jobs wouldn’t allow for casual leave.

Chen Bai took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. Lately, he’d sensed his mindset was a bit off and indeed needed some adjustment.

Le Yang’s head was supposed to crash into the car grille, but just as she hit it, before the impact fully landed, the grille… suddenly broke apart.

Life aboard the Traverser was quite dull, for there were no other changes in daily life. Fortunately, everyone was a cultivator, so boredom was not a concern.

With a thunderous crash, the giant fierce bird shattered instantly, dissolving into countless energies that flowed into the Heavenly Ladder of the Dao.

Just then, hurried footsteps sounded in the distance. Mo Cheng brought his men from afar.

This car was bought second-hand, used for company travel. There were two other vehicles for transporting people. Zhang Fan’s Mercedes was definitely for Su Wanxi to welcome her guests.

“Mm, as long as you don’t despise me, this life of mine is yours. You saved me, and whenever you wish, you may take it.” Heaven-Defying Wind looked at Zi Lingtian, his eyes filled with unwavering resolve.

Listening, Li Yang was struck by clarity. It turned out Tian Miao didn’t truly love Zhang Jun. He’d always wondered—Zhang Jun had neither looks nor talent, so how could the beautiful Tian Miao possibly fall for him?