Chapter 110: What a Fine Physique

"It's a deal. If we lose money, Shuyao will pay you back with her body!"

Lu Man laughed as she shoved Jiang Shuyao into Lin Ran's arms.

"Why are you pushing me? Seriously," Jiang Shuyao said, sitting back down and keeping her distance from Lin Ran.

Lu Man gave a mischievous smile. "Stop pretending. You three live together—one man and two women. Who knows what you get up to behind closed doors?"

"Don't talk nonsense," Jiang Shuyao said, blushing.

Lu Man turned serious. "Like this—"

In the space before them, a rift appeared. The elderly man surnamed Jiang reached out, groping for a moment, and when he pulled his hand back, he was tightly clutching a silver scroll.

Upon hearing this, Song Ning felt a pain so intense she could barely breathe. Her eyes gradually filled with tears; her mother had been driven to the brink of insanity and yet had still chosen to bring her into this world.

"What is the way of politics?" Chun Shui felt somewhat dazed. He muttered to himself, unsure if he was questioning Shiyao or asking himself what the way of politics truly meant.

"Even if you were reduced to ashes, I would never forget you," the phantom god Zuo Shou glared at Shiyao with hatred.

Time passed, though it was unclear how much. Captain Song, walking in the lead, was startled to see a flickering light at the bottom of the stairs not far ahead.

After storming out, Song Yazhu called her best friend, Meng Furong. Meng and Song had been friends since high school and college, closer than biological sisters. Before Song Yazhu could say a word, Meng Furong knew from her tone that her friend was in trouble.

Yin Shiqing narrowed his eyes and took a deep breath. He knew it; he knew that everyone in the Yin family combined was no match for the inscrutable schemes of Yin Shixiu.

Shiyao turned to look at Baili Ziqian beside her. Whether his poison could be neutralized was something he understood all too well himself.

Nowadays, it is true that the age gap in marriages is widening; several celebrity couples feature older men with young starlets, and a gap of twenty years is no obstacle at all.

Seeing this, Elder Kong and the others grew anxious. They understood that continuing to delay like this would lead to nothing.

That made sense; if they could just go straight down, why bother looking for an entrance or walking down such a long flight of stairs?

Guan Yace stepped into the North Star Sect for the first time. This was the environment where Tang Qin grew up, and he found everything he saw to be novel.

On both sides of the bridge, werewolves leaped up, while countless bats swarmed from the sky, completely surrounding the entire bridge.

Wang Si sneered. "Scare them? That’s what I thought at first, but I’ve changed my mind. They’ve already spotted us, and if they report us to the King of Hell, we’ll be tossed into the oil cauldron for sure." As he spoke, he prepared to strike.

"Hum!" The long sword let out a soft tremor. Liming stepped into his dragon-form gait and charged into the Eastern formation; the seven-foot-long sword aura slammed into the formation like a lightning bolt descending from the heavens.

Looking at Yangyang, a large chunk of her left cheek was missing, raw and blood-red, with white bone visible in some places. It was terrifying, yet there was no bleeding, as if the blood had solidified.

"Lake, go deal with them. It wouldn't be good for us to show our faces," Nara said, anxious to catch up with us. She had no intention of speaking to Huo Qinglong herself.

Dong Fei didn't believe a word of it. He pointed at Zhang Sifei and laughed, "Sifei, do you think this is a martial arts novel? 'Cold energy attacking the heart'—is it really that serious?" As he spoke, he touched it himself. The moment he made contact, the smile on his face froze, and he hurriedly retreated two steps.

"She was bitten by a demon. Unfortunately, I don't have any pills to suppress the toxin. We should return and find Senior Shangguan; he knows how to prepare the antidote," Master Mu Fan said.

The heavy rain poured down. The warriors on the battlefield, who had been swinging their weapons like machines, finally ceased their movements. The cold rain washed away the thick crust of blood from their bodies and the persistent urge to kill from their hearts, finally diluting the nauseating stench of blood in the air.