Chapter 37: Fortune-Telling for Chen Juan

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Fu Qiqi, in a foul mood after spending a thousand yuan on a new phone, was suddenly stopped by someone. She looked rather impatient. “What is it?”

The woman who had stopped her appeared to be in her forties or fifties. She was one of the middle-aged ladies from the plaza-dance group, and one of the younger members at that.

Stopping someone so abruptly was indeed rather inappropriate. Looking embarrassed, she said, “My name is Chen Juan. I live in this neighborhood. I heard you’re very accurate, so I wanted to come and try my luck.”

She had remained in an attitude of observation all along.

No one is born fond of killing. Most people are forced to kill, and those in assassin organizations are no exception.

But now that the two of them had shared a brief affair, and the empress might even be carrying his child, he truly could not bring himself to do it.

His earlier breakthroughs had come not only from the old Taoist’s guidance, but also from a fortunate coincidence. After all, if he had not once entered that state of unity between heaven and man, he might never have been able to draw the Five-Thunder Talisman. Originally, the old Taoist had left that obstacle for him so that he could temper and settle himself. Unexpectedly, it had instead helped Mu Yi succeed.

His humanity was incomplete. There were many things he could neither feel nor perceive. Naturally, there was no response to speak of.

Before he could react, however, he felt both his legs being lifted. Then came a violent shaking, and in an instant every bone in his body seemed to turn soft. He could no longer summon the slightest bit of strength.

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Sun Pangzi in particular had nearly gone below to play mahjong with the King of Hell after Zhu Fugui’s slash, never to return.

He had clearly sent them to Earth to see how the Xiongbing Company of the Super God Academy was doing and to investigate the research value of those super soldiers’ genes. Why, then, were they sending him an emergency message?

He did not put it on, either. He merely rested the hat against his chest and bowed lightly in Whitebeard’s direction.

In his previous life, Joey had happened to eat turkey once. That meal had left Joey with no favorable impression of it. The meat was tough and dry, and it always carried a strange, inexplicable taste.

After the main points had been settled, Chao Gai and Liu Tang took their leave. They had arrived at noon, but by the time they departed, the sun was already slanting westward.

“Please rest assured, Director. I will certainly take good care of Young Master Yi.” As Zhang Henedie spoke, she even cast Yi Shuihan a flirtatious glance.

The Red-Eyed Sect had already sent Li Changqing to the Stone Kingdom to stir up trouble. It was impossible for them to remain completely inactive here in Chang’an.

Seeing the confusion on her face, Dixi reached out and drew her into his arms. Calm yet resolute, he stated his choice.

“Brother Wei, when will Shi Batian come attacking?” Shi Shuangye decided to shift her attention for the time being.

Li Nanhua stared in shock at the man who had suddenly rolled in through the car window from beneath the vehicle and calmly taken the seat opposite her.

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When Chao Gai arrived at the shipyard, the local workers had already taken leave and gone home. Three medium-sized centipede ships had been roughly completed on the slipways. More than a dozen craftsmen were busy sawing timber, hammering planks, and brushing on glue.

When he heard that a eunuch from the palace also wanted to take part, Zhou Zi’an’s brows immediately furrowed into a bump the size of a pigeon’s egg.

That was because Li Zheng’s words were entirely correct. The imperial guards were everywhere outside, each one highly skilled in martial arts. Killing him would be as easy as turning over a hand.

“Young Master Chen, this Soul-Nourishing Flower is far too precious. We have done nothing at all, so we cannot accept it!” Wan Yue looked at the Soul-Nourishing Flower petals Chen Mu had handed her. A trace of longing appeared in her eyes, but she still refused with great determination.

Ye Xiang was very pleased by how obedient he was being. She took the phone away and placed it on the table beside them.

Her clothes lay on the bedside table, folded rather poorly. Mu Ningyuan had never needed to fold his own clothes before; the fact that he knew how to fold them at all was already quite an achievement.

The Demon Venerable deliberately put on a puzzled expression without saying a word, as though provoking him—or perhaps genuinely not knowing what he was supposed to be happy about.

Before Li Tai, Li Tai himself had actually been unable to believe it. After all, Xiao Ping was merely a third-level Meridian Condensation martial artist, yet he had killed someone who had half-stepped into the Origin Awakening realm. Who could possibly believe such a claim?

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