Chapter 102: Entering Jade City — The Bone-Blood Chamber and the Farmer Father

Qiao Jia was practically on the verge of telling those humans outright that whether they bought or rented a house, she could evict them at will. This was no longer a society governed by laws; while unfinished buildings no longer existed, Qiao Jia’s word was absolute.

“…”

Faced with Qiao Jia, even the survivors and townsfolk who wished to plead further were stopped by those around them. They were not dealing with just anyone; this was the mayor of the town. One sentence was all it took.

Moreover, they all knew the formaldehyde solution used to preserve the specimens had a pungent smell, so none of them dared open it.

This battle over the future queen mother, which had been brewing for years, regardless of how many participated, was ultimately a contest between the Empress Dowager and Chang Tai.

One hand shouted while the other yanked Ma Xian’s hair outward with such force that he feared the entire tuft would be torn off along with the scalp. At the same time, the external force caused sharp pain at the bite wound.

But now? Suddenly, his mind went blank; not a single word came to him.

Under normal circumstances, Riven would have retaliated with a counterattack. Wang Yue had even sacrificed his only mobility skill, the Shadow Clone, so why did Riven still choose to back down?

Su Ruhui’s lips twitched as she silently prayed she could recall Master Xue’s advice later to patch together a few fitting remarks.

Mo Er had played for the Glasgow Rangers and Borussia Mönchengladbach before joining Newcastle United as a free agent in the summer of 2005—the same month Ye Feng left Stamford Bridge—so he had never personally witnessed Ye Feng’s prowess.

Yet, that dazzling, celestial mirror-like light seemed like a persistent parasite, one beam after another stretching across the sky, illuminating all directions.

This remark was blunt, but the Underworld Lord of Flames laughed heartily upon hearing it. Yin Jin glanced toward Li Xun with a peculiar expression, pursing his lips oddly.

Later, she learned cooking to prepare meals for Li Beize and turned every new dish she created into a seasonal specialty. To her surprise, they were quite popular, though still far behind the other two establishments. Eventually, she changed the tradition of Beicheng Manor—no takeout.

Previously, she had worn a slip dress, which he hardly minded since it was at home and no one else could see.

She believed that love could be nurtured slowly. Since Su Yunxiu had died, even if Du Ziqing did not have feelings for her now, she trusted that eventually she would find a place in his heart.

A few days ago, Tao Ran found that at least a third of Jiang Lan’s wardrobe was from the same brand. She ultimately chose a black suit.

Without exception, every student who met his gaze felt as if their heart stopped beating for a moment, as if they were experiencing a heart attack.

Honestly, Fu San in his current state—with gray hair, a scruffy beard, and dirty, tattered clothes—looked no different from a beggar on the street.

Immediately afterward, shyly, he half-turned and began searching through the three scrolls for Mu Zixu.

Li Beize furrowed his brow. If no one else had told him, would she have ever taken the initiative to inform him herself?

Meanwhile, at the moment Han Yue fainted, her body suddenly rose into the air. She was gently lifted by a beam of white light, floating and circling in midair.

It was hardly surprising that this person knew about him. But how could the other party be certain he was a god? Was it merely through that illusion or the power of the Dirac Sea?

Upon hearing this, Chen Xiang’s ominous premonition grew even stronger, so she bid them farewell and once again opened the door, stepping into the world of Diablo.