Chapter 55: One May Be Killed or Insulted, But Never Robbed

You can kill me, you can humiliate me, but you cannot steal my money!

Li Wanbai, ever quick-witted, sidled up to Su Chengzi and asked, “Are you absolutely sure my salary card isn’t linked to my own bank account?” Her voice wavered at the end, a hint of laughter threatening to break through. “Duoduo, I admit I was probably quite foolish ten years ago, and I may have done several bizarre things since, but how could a salary card not be linked to its owner’s bank account—could it really be linked to someone else’s? You're not just trying to scare me, are you?”

“No, that’s not it,” Dun En thought carefully once more, then waved his hand, signaling that Aigeli could leave.

Word by word, Zhang Chunyi confirmed the origin of this alchemical furnace; it was so familiar to him, he could not doubt its provenance.

Meanwhile, Aidaji remained at the cockpit door, still attempting to open it and inspect the interior, but as expected, the door was locked tight and could not be forced.

“What kind of monster is this…” Adriss’s voice trembled with nothing but terror, even the creature lurking in the blood-moon fissure overhead had no time to be afraid.

A shell had just whistled past his ear, its speed so fierce it grazed his ear, drawing blood—yet he felt nothing.

Perhaps he could attempt a surprise attack or robbery against the Qing dynasty? Forget the shoreline for now; even the vast waters around Changshan Island alone tempted Wang Hongtai.

The bravado he had shown in front of Lanying was for her comfort and delight, but in truth, he harbored his own private concerns.

Time was short, and Aidaji wasted no further thought. Once she had stolen all useful documents, she meticulously restored the scene to its original state, then slipped out through the second-floor window, retracing her route.

This was carrion grass—a strange plant that grows in alien star systems. Its body is deep blue and emits a beautiful glow at night or in the dim, darkness. It is a parasitic vine, which, upon maturity, bears fragrant and alluring fruit.

On Monday morning, Aigeli sat in the recreation room, utterly bored, savoring the fleeting peace.

Liu Taibai raised a glass of wine with utmost solemnity, toasted Chen Yuan, and drained it in a single swallow.

“If you run into bad people on the road, what will you do? How can you be so reckless?” As she spoke, her anger only grew.

Watching the fireball he had worked so hard to conjure extinguished in an instant, Yan’s eyes were filled with disbelief.

That was the army of the Underworld. Seeing his own troops approaching, Gui Chengji seemed to see victory already. He ceased his fight with Liu Ming, feeling it a waste of his strength. Just a little longer, and his army would arrive; a simple killing formation would annihilate the spirit god—why should he lift a finger?

The golden light flashed again in Chen Mu’s left palm, and then a half-meter-long silver eel arced through the air, landing on the lakeshore.

The moment those words were spoken, the atmosphere instantly turned to dead silence. Wen Yan inexplicably thought of how she’d been so embarrassed by Jiang Yanyan before—was this “Rival Number Two” making an appearance again?

Chen Mu hurriedly withdrew his spiritual power. Without it, he dared not be reckless, and quickly reached out with both hands to catch.

Perhaps feeling the glare, Chen Fan’s tightly closed eyes flickered, then slowly opened.

Even Chen Yuan himself hadn’t anticipated that the old man could deduce Mu Leng’s origins from just a surname.

If there are no ties, then let the Great Sage slaughter as he will… But if there are, could one really bear to watch the Great Sage strike?

If she tried to persuade Helan Ting, she might only succeed in pushing her entirely to Helan Qingyuan’s side. She would never do such a thing as “sacrificing herself for others,” so she left the task of persuasion to the duo—Li Xin and Ning Ruoxi.

In the deep mountains south of Fragrant River City, there lies a secret underground passage, leading to a concealed chamber. After leaving the testing grounds, Lang Kun went directly to this passage. It was narrow and winding, barely wide enough for two people. The walls shone with a silvery sheen.