Chapter 37: Simply Producing the Black Card

"No need, this white one doesn't suit me. I'll pick one out myself." I took one look at the pure white dress in the sales assistant's hands and knew immediately it wasn't for me.

Jin Siqi might be suited for a pristine white dress to play the part of a delicate little flower.

But I have a naturally flamboyant look; wearing a pure white dress would only fail to showcase my beauty.

...

Judging by his tone, there must be other factions in this Heavenly Mansion City loyal to them.

The black dog was jabbed in the stomach with an electric baton, instantly screaming and convulsing before collapsing to the ground with a thud.

Because defensive roles are often dangerous, one must face the onslaught of monsters; a single mistake often comes at the cost of one's life. In the eyes of many, this is a thankless and grueling task.

Qin Qian allowed Zhang Xiulian to lead her toward the bedroom, watching the elegant swaying of her magnolia-shaped earrings, which only served to make her neck look even more beautiful.

After I sat down, I stated bluntly that I wanted to use Yu Caiwei as bait to lure Zhao Lingyun out and finish him off.

Seeing her attempt to escape, the opponent followed closely with a blade. Fire had already broken out behind him; if he didn't get out, he would be consumed by the flames.

The distance from Taifeng to Zesheng is neither short nor long. To arrive so quickly, one could only conclude that perhaps he had discovered the problem even earlier than he had, allowing him to appear at that precise moment.

However, I saw Kang Zhan exchange a look with him, and only then did I notice that Zhai Ruilin's complexion was even gloomier than the night outside the window.

Besides, what right does Gong Yu have to fight her now? A disfigured cripple—if she dares to challenge her, she could absolutely toy with Gong Yu until she dies.

Due to the vast number of spells, newcomers are usually overwhelmed. Fortunately, there is a guide service at the entrance of the Spell Hall; for one mace of mithril, one can be accompanied for a full day.

Others respectfully addressed him as "Senior," which he actually disliked. Yet, when someone like Xiao Peng called him "Old Heretic Huang" to his face, he felt pleased—especially since Xiao Peng was a martial arts master no weaker than himself.

"Ling, why?" Feiyu muttered to himself in a daze. He had thought she was in danger, never expecting that her powers had already recovered.

Today, she wore a narrow-sleeved, cross-collared shirt in water-red fabric inlaid with silver silk and moon-white linked-pearl peacock patterns. A pomegranate-red gossamer scarf embroidered with hundreds of butterflies was draped loosely over her shoulders, making Luo Pingyan look even more like a peach blossom with a face like a lotus. I couldn't help but stare, mesmerized.

She had originally intended to buy some spring couplets to put up, but then she thought better of it; the current situation wouldn't allow it, and with her parents passing away this year, the household could not put up spring couplets or hang anything red.

I charged toward her regardless of everything. She shouldn't be here! This place is filthy, painful, and dangerous! She is so beautiful and kind; she doesn't belong in a place like this! She should be alive, seeing more of the beautiful world.

In the afternoon, Gu Feng suddenly received a voice message; it was actually from Sun-Shooting Descendant of the Abyss Guild.

"It's just passable!" He shook his head and weighed the flying knife. Except for Qin Tianba and Huo Jun, everyone was staring at Li Xiaoyao and Yu Haishan, the atmosphere suffocatingly tense.

"Stop spouting nonsense. I'm not a constable; if I were, I would have started searching long ago instead of wasting time with you. Hurry up—I need over twenty sets, enough to last you a year's worth of sales!" Wang Jintong swallowed what he was eating and said without even lifting his head.

"Jade can be carved! Living beings can be taught!" With a resolute reply, Jian Taixu's eyes remained filled with infinite brilliance.

However, Mother Gu knew nothing of these circumstances. Thus, in her eyes, these changes in her son indicated that he was no longer the playboy he once was, but had transformed into an ascetic monk who preferred chanting to women.

This process of seeking self-reliance was not governed by his subjective will, but by the environment forcing him to mature rapidly. Therefore, the information conveyed by those eight words was, in fact, incredibly precise.