Volume 1, Chapter 64: I'm Willing

Wen Li didn't want to stay here, in the Qi family, for even a single second.

Wenyang nodded, "Mm, let's go home."

After getting into the car, Wenyang and Wen Li sat side by side in the back seat, while the driver drove.

Wen Li's complexion was not looking good, appearing numb and dazed.

Through the partition, Wenyang took her hand. "If you're sad, don't hold it in. Cry if you want to. You'll feel better once you let it out. You don't need to feel embarrassed in front of your brother."

"Brother, am I really that unlikable?"

Wen Li could no longer hold back and threw herself into his arms, resting her head against his knees as tears fell one by one.

There was sadness, grievance, and even more so, the resentment of being subjected to unwarranted humiliation.

It was all because of her...

Wen Li didn't want to stay here, in the Qi family, for even a single second.

Wenyang nodded, "Mm, let's go home."

After getting into the car, Wenyang and Wen Li sat side by side in the back seat, while the driver drove.

Wen Li's complexion was not looking good, appearing numb and dazed.

For safety's sake, the situation needed to be investigated thoroughly first. Fat Chen believed his superiors wouldn't blame him; it was a joke—the other party was holding submachine guns, and anyone who refused to submit would be mowed down with a single shot. Fat Chen didn't have the courage to risk his life like that, but this matter still needed to be reported to his superiors.

Ling Xiao hurriedly cleared away the rocks, then took out his pack and retrieved the crystal block obtained from the Phantom Demon, which cast a faint glow over the cavern.

As the footsteps grew increasingly distinct, joy flashed across the faces of those seated. This manor within the Ghost Dragon City had been purchased by Overlord's Domain, and only six people knew of it. Four of them were already present, and the remaining two were Overlord's Domain and Huayan.

"Empress, have you ever considered this? To you, is holding the highest position in the inner palace more important, or is Qingyang?" The hand holding the Buddhist prayer beads did not hesitate for a moment as Empress Lin spoke without any hesitation.

"Is that Zhuoyu?" A delicate voice rang out. Zhuoyu turned around just in time to catch a blur, instantly feeling something heavy crash squarely into his chest.

Yan Qingcheng's normally bright eyes were veiled with a layer of sadness. Shangguan Qingyang naturally knew she must have recalled some unpleasant memories, and he gently placed his warm hand upon the top of Yan Qingcheng's head.

People afflicted with this strange illness basically did not live past the age of twenty-five. Just as Dr. Xu Han said, as the chill continued to spread until it eventually permeated the entire body, it meant their time was running out.

If they hadn't been waiting for him here and had instead returned to their own clan, even the Zhou family wouldn't have dared to act so unscrupulously.

Zhong Hao didn't need to worry about the injuries and illnesses within his body, but the recovery of such wounds could not be instantly healed. Medical skill was, after all, medical skill; while he could rapidly cure certain ailments, the healing of wounds like these absolutely could not be achieved overnight.

Now this security guard had actually run to Xu Hua's home in person and gone to great lengths to kill him. If there was no instigation from his own boss behind this, it would truly be a miracle.

"Army? What army?" Chang Zhenglin asked with a blank expression, as if he had no idea what Hukeba was talking about.

The terrifying weight, instantly multiplied, transformed in this briefest of split seconds from defense into offense. Under dozens of tons of crushing pressure and absolute defense, it evolved into an attack of absolute simplicity and brutality! Even Zhao Yi could never withstand it.

Although Princess Ghost Moon was swallowed by the Soul Pool, Elder Haoyu did not stop working because of it. By fully activating the intelligence network under his control, he acquired a great deal of valuable information at the very first moment.

Ahead of them stood a clay statue. Viewed from afar, it looked somewhat like wood and somewhat like clay, perfectly round like the sun. Beneath that object, a disheveled figure dressed as a shaman was kowtowing.

Yang Tian detested threats in his life, and he detested even more the ugly faces of people like Luo Li who refused to repent after doing wrong. Such people never believed they were at fault, instead attributing all future mistakes and even resentment to others, never searching for causes within themselves. This was the so-called sense of superiority possessed by people of their kind.

Despite the fantastical legends circulating in the outside world, Shi Weihan still needed to see Lin Shiyao with his own eyes before he could confirm her identity and beauty.

"Heh... I suppose I am fickle-hearted..." Faced with Huoluan's slightly jealous expression, Zhao Yi simply thick-ened his skin and admitted it. Anyway, since he could never repay all the romantic debts of this lifetime, he might as well honestly live in the present.