Chapter 13093 — Who Are You to Interfere

"Otherwise, Madam Zhao will be left with no cure and suffer for the rest of her life—and Miss Zhao will likely hate you for it until her dying day."

Zhao Ning laughed in sheer fury. "What kind of nonsense is that?"

Wei Zhao raised a hand to stop her, then arched an eyebrow at Chen Shili. "Fine words prove nothing. Even if you mean to sell us this favor and use it to press for repayment, you should at least produce the medicine first—otherwise, how is anyone to know you are not simply playing us for fools with empty hands?"

The head of the Zhao family caught on and hurriedly spoke up in agreement...

Chen Junde, who had been about to act, could not help but recall the furious look on Lu Bin's face that morning. For the sake of brotherhood, Chen Junde had to make certain of it, and so he steeled his patience and asked, "Xin'er, has Lu Bin agreed to this?"

"Come on, let's go claim our universal cards." Jing Tang smiled at Hu Mei beside him. He had never expected to win on his very first bet—and this time the universal cards he had won seemed to be quite a few.

"Bring it back for me." Lu Mingqiang offered no explanation. He waved a hand and gave the order with great authority.

"My God... you can't be serious?" Phantom Thief Kid caught the undertone in Shui Jian Yue's words and drew a sharp breath.

The violent shockwave swept over them and swallowed Zhou Nian in an instant; he spat out a mouthful of blood, but because he had been some distance from the center of the blast, his injuries were not serious.

The world seemed to stand still in that moment, and the only sound in the room was Liu Lingtou's frail voice.

"Ha ha, no, no, of course not," Lu Xiangyu hastened to assure her. From the look of him, he seemed more than a little afraid of Jiang Wanlin.

Yin Yi, the center of all the talk, had no time to go online just then; she and her assistant Chang Xiao were busy negotiating with the staff of Yusen Entertainment over the matter of the room.

"But Brother Leng Yue, we were just sitting here idly watching such an entertaining duel—why summon your sword for no reason at all? What is this about? They are nothing but two self-important fleas hopping about. Is that really worth getting so angry over?"

It was plain to see that Ying Zheng was in excellent spirits today, beaming with smiles, the atmosphere exceptionally harmonious.

But the Demon King would not let her refuse; without a word of explanation, he forced the green inner core in his hand into her body.

After all, in the postnatal world born of Taiji's transformations, qi is the fundamental constituent of all immortal arts, Daoist techniques, divine powers, transformations, magic treasures, and elixirs. Without qi there is no Dao—there is nothing at all. Whether one can command qi is the essential difference between a qi-refiner and an ordinary mortal.

Chen Ji had clearly been prepared; he vanished in an instant, leaving behind only Fang Ming, drenched in blood from head to face, staring blankly at his own blood-soaked right hand. Had it exploded?

Shen Xiaoyan propped her chin on her hand and looked at him. They had been barely twenty when they crossed over, had never set foot in society, and knew nothing of finance or investment. Add to that the changes wrought by eight years, and with no notion of how the fund market stood, they truly had no idea how to spend those ten million in savings.

The space was filled everywhere with soft fragrance and warm jade—bare thighs, great breasts without a shred of covering, or flat chests.

Ming Shitian curled his lip; he merely lifted a single finger, and Ye Yuanxun's body flew out dozens of zhang like a kite with its string cut.

Since it was their master's arrangement, and their master had not explained it to them plainly, the Three Xiao naturally would not casually ask.

His features were contorted, fear written plainly across his face, his eyes wide open with bloodshot veins filling his pupils, and faint traces of blood at his mouth and nose.

But now even his withered, still heart-mind had been tainted. Though he still maintained extreme rationality and calm, those utterly dark thoughts deep in the recesses of his heart seemed to be influencing his state of mind as well, making it ever more shadowy and cold—like a mass of ten-thousand-year black ice that would never melt.

Caught by that terrifying shockwave of energy, many were simply blown off their feet, spitting out mouthfuls of blood.

Zhang Tianbao felt that happiness had come far too suddenly. Gathering his thoughts, he tried to establish contact with the construction of the Bafang Hall.