Volume 1, Chapter 63: Reducing Taxes

At least the three of us would keep supporting each other and walk down this path together. Little did I expect that a mysterious Nan Mo would shatter all my beautiful fantasies about the future. After all, he had spent the longest time with Tan Xiang, so the two of them naturally shared a tacit understanding. Just a few exchanged glances were enough to know each other's mind.

The plantain lilies along the roadside were lush and vibrant. I picked a crystal-purple leaf to shield my eyes from the piercing, blinding white light, while a fiery-red phoenix let out a melodious cry. There were no paths in the valley, so I could only push aside various obstacles and march forward step by step with great difficulty, yet the scenery along the way gave me plenty to admire.

As the fresh blood fell to the ground, it burst into black flames. A circular spell formation emerged within the flames, wrapping tightly around me and leaving me completely immobilized.

Izanagi withdrew the hand he had raised toward Gai and once again struck out with a single palm to counter the four temporarily merged forces.

Upon its head was a pair of eyeballs, as large as walnuts and stained a blood-red color. Like two neon lights, they projected a crimson glow.

Receiving no response for a long time, the anxiously burning Yun Qiumeng wished she could draw her sword on his behalf. She made a move several times only to pull her hand back just in time, because she wanted Ruan Zhinan to avenge his father with his own hands.

Ever since she was brought out of the Xiaoxiang Pavilion by Yue Longxiang, she had never seen Mother Mo again. Yet she could never have imagined that after a period of separation, Mother Mo would turn out like this. She looked extremely frail and had aged so drastically.

However, what Aster had not anticipated was that because of this arrogance of his, the heritage of Western mages was about to be cut off right here.

"As expected of an Immortal Cultivator who has transcended the third realm, the Ancestor is truly formidable." A trace of admiration flickered in Mo Qihong's eyes.

"You just..." Hearing that there was a plan, the Dragon Emperor seemed quite pleased, but deep down he had a rather odd sensation—the lingering feeling of being sold out yet helping the other party count the money. By the time the Dragon Emperor figured it out, many years had already passed.

"Momo, what happened?" She must have lost her mind last night; she shouldn't have let that giant icicle Chen Tianyi take An Mo away.

As an elite force, Klaus naturally could not just drag them around casually. Instead, he stationed these tens of thousands of elite troops behind his main camp—first, to keep them hidden, and second, to be prepared for any unexpected needs.

The split body of the master brain in the nine hundred and ninety-fourth nest immediately began to divide its neural cells once again, preparing to implant them into Cheng Kong's brain. This time, its goal was not to search memories, but to seize control of Cheng Kong's primary consciousness.

Even when completely uninjured, he was no match for Harry, let alone now while severely wounded; he stood even less of a chance against Harry.

"The Fourth Brother's manor is filled with concubines. If you go there all by yourself, make sure you don't get bullied by them and end up coming back to my manor to cry. I would find that quite repulsive," Mu Chenche said with a perfectly straight face.

The leader sneered and said, "We don't want much, just to teach you a lesson so you'll learn not to go around stirring up trouble everywhere. Let me tell you people, you aren't even related by blood or friendship to that jailer, so why on earth are you sticking your neck out for him?"

This was precisely why he could tolerate Clarice's extortion. To him, at least Clarice was genuine, unpretentious, and someone he did not need to constantly guard against.

Hu Zhuo and Peng Yufeishi were a pair; since Peng Yufeishi was here, there was no reason for Hu Zhuo not to show up. Besides, neither Shi Fei's figure nor his corpse had been seen earlier at Nameless Peak.

Yang Ling did not mind and scrutinized his seven disciples one by one. Among them, Chijingzi, Yue Guchang, Ye Huanzhen, and Nongyu had already condensed Dao seeds and would soon be able to form Dao fetuses. Shi Long and Shi Feng had also formed Dharma elixirs. These six could already be considered geniuses among geniuses.

He immediately dismissed his guess, walked to the back, and opened the door. The pear tree in the courtyard had toppled over, with a section of its branches resting upon the stone table and pear blossoms scattered all over the ground, involuntarily reminding him of his impulsive behavior from the previous night.

Before leaving the royal capital, the King had handed him a map. Although the map could not encompass the entire Origin Continent, the general territory of the human race, along with several hazardous forbidden zones and holy lands, were all recorded on it.

"This cannot go on any longer. I must deliver a fatal blow!" Jidaoya instantly made up his mind. If this dragged on any further, the one who would end up suffering misfortune would probably be himself.

Changlin's lips twitched slightly. Ruoxi knew this was the expression he only showed when he was nervous; if she didn't answer him right away, she would probably worry him sick.

"Hechuan? He Qi's son?" Mu Sangrou glanced in the direction pointed out by Liu Xiaoxing at Hechuan, who had been beaten until his face was bruised and swollen, and barely managed to recognize his identity.

"Let's go, we're heading over immediately." Although she had just survived a harrowing earthquake, Nizhe actually seemed quite excited.

"Really! You can just rest assured!" Liu Xiaoxing nodded with absolute certainty, telling a well-intentioned lie.

Ji Zili was dressed in white as pure as snow, her flowing robes fluttering in the wind to trace an elegant arc as she merged into the crowd. Under the setting western sun, her jade-like face was faintly bathed in a layer of radiance. She stood quietly, gazing at the river water as if she could see the worldly grandeur and beauty buried in the torrent of time.

Just a moment ago, Su Luo's flick of flying needles had almost frightened Nangong Jiayi out of her wits. Seeing Su Luo's tightly furrowed brows, she hurriedly stepped forward and asked.

Wuwuwu! Why was her fate always so wretched? No matter what she did, she simply couldn't escape the palm of Ye Lingyuan's hand!

"Don't wear yourself out pondering over it; just watch the play." Seeing her tightly knitted brows, Liuli felt a twinge of heartache.

Hu Xue lowered her head, hardly daring to meet his gaze, because if she were even the slightest bit careless, it felt as though all her secrets would be laid completely bare.

Having taken three lashes of the whip, the medicinal potency of the pill she had taken earlier began to surge. She slowly closed her eyes.

After arriving at school, Gu Yiran took the initiative to contact Shi Chen and invited him to dine at a restaurant near the campus.

How intelligent, capable, formidable, and omnipotent Su Luo truly was... she now understood it in the truest sense.

She certainly wasn't that kind-hearted, but right now she needed a favor from Su Luo—could she afford not to humble herself?

Hu Xue was momentarily stunned, but the man had already walked several steps ahead of her. She hurriedly picked up her pace to catch up.

Upon hearing this, Miao Miao suddenly looked at him with an expression of pure adoration, finding it hard to believe that he was actually a supreme gaming god.

Seeing that the members of Dream Team were slumped limply over their chairs and showed no signs of immediately leaving the soundproof booth, the staff member urged them on.