Chapter 32: This is an attempt to sell off Chu Qiao in exchange for a favor.

“Zhou Tian, y-you’re here too?” Zhou Rui trembled slightly as he pointed at Zhou Tian, stammering.

Shinshi went straight into the Pokémon Center upon arrival and headed toward the telephone to call home.

Since Ouyang Jue chose to aid Qisha, I have no choice but to turn to Optimus Prime. Although in combat power Optimus Prime cannot match the Phantom Swordsman Qisha, when it comes to monster resistance, Optimus Prime still holds a slight advantage.

“Sorry to keep you waiting; I had some matters to attend to. But it seems I arrived on time,” Mu Yi said with a smile as he approached Jin Yun and Jin Ya.

Might makes right. If you are strong, you can seize anything you want. If you lack strength, you will face oppression from everyone.

“Sister, I have a way to save your beloved. Would you be willing to try?” the Blood Saintess asked Liu Sanniang.

Lan Rongyue’s inner turmoil was met with Yun Ning’s steadfastness. She could accept Yan Zixi, just unwilling to trouble those who didn’t care for her.

Wen Yukou raised her eyes slightly and saw Xiahou Yu dressed in an ivory-white robe embroidered with exquisite silver cloud birds flowing like water—a noble presence commanding mountains and rivers. His black hair was like ink, a red cinnabar mark adorned his brow, exuding a gentle warmth that was deeply comforting.

He began coughing, a few bloodstains appearing on his handkerchief. Though he concealed it well, Tian Ying still noticed.

“You’re fine, that’s what matters. Brother Shadow, why did you do that? If we had just dodged his attack, we could have killed him smoothly,” the purple-clad girl approached me softly, her voice gentle.

Lan Sa nodded, recapping the news he had received today. When he mentioned Yu Zijin’s arrangements, a helpless smile appeared.

Pei Nianbai snatched the Minghu jewels from his hand and now coveted Mr. Li as a client—an immense blow to Song Feiyu.

Who said it? A man either gives you love, money, or spends money on you. With love, even plain water tastes sweet; without it, at least you can live a decent life surrounded by wealth.

This new gossip piqued Su Luan’s curiosity, as the protagonist was none other than her cheap cousin Lin Xingwang.

The Zhao Mu who appeared before Him now toyed with the God-Slaying Reversed Blade, a weapon that would terrify gods. Clad in luxurious black assassin’s soft armor, his eyes radiated an evil abyssal aura, his entire body shrouded in shadows.

Yu Zijin smiled, saying no lies to the wise. Nan Hou looked irritable and confused, but his heart was more crystal-clear than anyone’s.

Murong Lin and Murong Mufeng heard the commotion outside and rushed in. They saw Yu Wei sitting beside Shangguan Wan’er’s bed, calling out loudly.

Doctor Shen took out a red thread and needle from his medical kit. One end of the thread was tied to Yu Wei’s wrist, the other held by Doctor Shen. After a few minutes of diagnosis, his frown gradually turned into a smile.

Qian Wumian turned and headed straight toward Jiang Hai. Seeing the masked ghost face and the one bearing both good and evil, they had no choice but to follow. Under such circumstances, he could not be allowed to seize the initiative.

“Move aside!” Fang Yuntian shouted in alarm. Both narrowly dodged left and right, just barely avoiding the sharp sword aura.

“This is a drink made from human blood mixed with some other spices,” Li Chen smiled and asked me, “Would you like a cup?” No error in the words.

He knew clearly that Li Zhiyuan’s overwhelming dominance came solely from his formidable body and the blood lotus’s acceleration. He did not think he was defeated yet; he planned to counterattack with thunderous force before Li Zhiyuan could retaliate, trapping him.

Not long after, a man in a green robe walked in and sat down beside the tea table. He lifted his robe slightly, washed his hands with cold water on the table, dried them with silk cloth, then skillfully scooped tea from the pot and brewed it.

But reading the letter, his face darkened. Although Panpan and Keke had taken a roundabout path, they found they could never shake off the pursuers behind them.

Glancing at his left hand, blood poured endlessly. But now was no time to worry about the wound.

Qin Zheng and his two companions first found an inn to stay. They wanted to find one closer to the Tianhun Academy, but it was already full. Even the most expensive suites were all taken.

“It’s good that it’s resolved. No casualties among the experts at Longyin Temple. After repairing the temple, everything will be fine once the others return,” I felt relieved.

Countless withered hands emerged from every corner, omnipresent, as if ready to engulf Ye Xiaofeng in an instant.

The two embraced each other fiercely. Though their words were always sharp, their eyes betrayed their deep excitement—true comrades in hardship.

Crying and fussing would do her no good in her current plight. Knowing it was futile, Hua Shangxue naturally refused to waste her strength on such pointless matters.