Volume One, Chapter 40: She Was Sold for Twelve Million

After leaving the Wen family’s old residence, Zhou Huaiqing sat in the car, staring at the two thermos containers on the passenger seat.

His mind was filled with what Wen Li had said to him yesterday: “We’re not close.”

He also kept seeing the figures of Wen Li and Jiang Chen entering the elevator, one after the other.

First, he was unsure whether, in the demon realm—a place crowded with experts—anyone would notice such distinctly different powers. Second, he still had to rely on Su Mei to find someone in the royal court of the demon realm. Otherwise, as an outsider abruptly entering an unfamiliar place, he would certainly attract attention.

When Lin Shenshen met Jinyang’s gaze, she pressed her lips together, her expression filled with unease. She saw a trace of tension in Jinyang’s eyes as well. Perhaps influenced by him, the fingers with which she held Bo Rui gradually turned icy cold.

“I can’t drink red wine, and mixed drinks don’t seem to work for me either. How can I still claim to hold my liquor well?” she said with a self-mocking smile.

He recalled the night he had met her in the bar, when she had been so quick-witted and sharp-tongued. His thoughts grew hazy. Which one was the real her?

Ou Meng stared at Lion Three, kneeling on the ground and begging Mu Xifeng for mercy, as well as at the beastman army continually retreating. The corner of his eye twitched.

Those who treated her well were, to her, the best people in the world. Those who treated her badly were scum, no matter how admirable they might otherwise be.

“How about some seafood? Shall we have a little white liquor?” The locals had a custom of drinking a little white liquor while eating seafood, as it helped prevent stomach trouble.

Lin Ziyue stared in shock, her mouth hanging open. Had she really called the highly respected Uncle Shen “Old Shen”?

“The final destination through which Noah 120 last traveled did indeed point unexpectedly toward Earth…” Xiao Baizhu cautiously selected the information he could reveal to them.

“Tch. Then I’ll go back and change.” Utterly speechless, she had clearly meant to dress a little more formally, yet somehow the result had been the exact opposite.

Those words were meant to reprimand Lin Hongfei, but were they not also meant to comfort himself? How could Lin Weiguo fail to know that his son was neither a man who spouted nonsense nor someone incapable of distinguishing what mattered? Especially in a matter like this—could one simply talk nonsense about it?

Ning Xiaoyu was lost in her own thoughts and failed to notice the scrutinizing gazes of the three people seated there.

“Comrade Lin Hongfei, is the difficulty truly that great?” Ding Kexue asked with some concern as he looked at Lin Hongfei’s tightly furrowed brows.

Then he remembered that tomorrow he might have to prepare for an expedition to the outskirts of the East Sea to investigate that filled-in pit. At the thought of it, he wanted to refuse.

The letter was nothing more than a reminder that in three months, the cold poison within her body would flare up. She was no longer qualified to bear a child carrying the Murong family bloodline.

Chang’e’s brows drew tightly together. As she had expected, Li Kuafu had never taken the matter of becoming a god to heart. That was precisely what she least wanted to see.

“How about this? Once the comrades from the National Ministry of Machinery and Electronics Industry have finished their assessment and I have some free time, I’ll pay your family a visit,” Lin Hongfei said after thinking it over.

The only country to profit was the United States. Not only had we sunk India’s nuclear submarine and struck at Britain and France, we had also framed China, deepening the conflict between China and India and allowing their accumulated hatred to grow ever greater. When it finally erupted, the consequences would be absolutely astonishing.

Xu Lingxiao watched the large, colorful mass gradually approaching across the courtyard, his face expressionless. Clearly displeased, he said, “Sacrificing my looks ought to bring a substantial return.” If Nalan found out, she would surely make a fuss again.

The Yin-Yang Sword Formula was a technique for controlling this sword formation based on the Yin-Yang Formula. Its true foundation remained the Hibernating Dragon Yin-Yang Seal. Yet the power of the King had seeped into the formation’s core, the yin-yang fish diagram, and its might was beyond even Wuge’s imagination.