Volume 1, Chapter 67: Zheyao 3

Pei Zhe persistently refused to see her, and her only stubbornness was poured into the path of seeking him out.

Since he would not see her, she was determined to make him see her.

She drew countless paintings—so much that could not be expressed through words, she chose to convey through art.

"I plan to execute Night Cloud tomorrow, with the exact time set at twelve o'clock!" As Emmanuel's words fell, they immediately caused a huge uproar among the hunters. Some hunters were filled with worry, some turned pale with fright, and others were brimming with fighting spirit, looking as though they could hardly wait.

Floating Warmth sat on the ground, rubbing her bumped forehead. This place was a dead end now, and it seemed there was no need to worry about anyone seeing their appearance.

"Hmph, don't get too full of yourself; that was just a test just now!" Although Liu Quan was inwardly shocked, he refused to admit defeat verbally.

"What was that black smoke?" Qing Binghe furrowed his brows deeply. Although it felt somewhat like the dark element, his intuition told him it was definitely not the dark element. Moreover, as a rare element, the dark element was certainly not something that mere Black Obsidian could acquire at will.

The moment their weapons clashed, the expressions of the two changed instantly. A powerful impact continuously emanated from Gatton's body, making the two of them feel almost unable to hold their ground.

After displaying their strength, ordinary people no longer dared to approach, but ambitious individuals kept coming endlessly.

"My brothers, I have missed all of you deeply throughout these days. To be honest, things being as they are right now is actually quite wonderful. Why must you still insist on fighting? Could it be that you truly do not know you have already been controlled by that man, Flame Ghost?"

The two men and the ape drank deep into the night. When Jun Yixiao returned to the courtyard reeking of alcohol, he was astonished to find that Yi Meng, Yun Muxuan, and Bu Qingya were all sitting in the courtyard, sipping tea.

Furthermore, every action and word at any given time was strictly prescribed, and not a single error was permitted. Any mistake would inevitably incur the most severe punishment. This was no joking matter; up to now, no one had ever dared to test what experiencing that punishment truly felt like.

"If you ask me, you shouldn't have taken Ping Fengliu's money, nor should you have helped him come up with any ideas. A person like him deserves to be completely ruined!" Yu Pianpian said viciously.

However, it was already early morning, and Xia Tian had to quickly deal with the matters at hand.

Recently, regarding the doubts surrounding whether he was the winner of the fifty-million grand prize, he adopted an attitude of neither confirming nor denying.

Under Yin Qingrou's comforting words, Shiyin gradually regained her sobriety, yet she did not regret killing, and was fully prepared to pay with her life at any moment.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Shan invited me to dinner, how could I not come? I'm sorry, if there's an invitation like this in the future, I will definitely tell you in advance." Zhang Huijuan looked at He Yue. For now, she could only let him off easy. She had originally thought He Yue was a good man, but she hadn't expected him to be so dishonest as well. It seemed He Yue was no good either.

The leaders of the two major factions wore shifting expressions of uncertainty. One after another, they sent several more powerful experts inside while quietly waiting outside for news.

Although Zhao Zilong was now officially recognized by Dong Lianzhu as her proper boyfriend, Elder Dong was a man who strictly separated public and private matters. In his view, Zhao Zilong's current actions were already somewhat placing him above the law.

He Yue's father also nodded. He was somewhat reluctant because He Yue was a city dweller, and he did not want others to accuse him of social climbing by trying to latch onto someone from the city.

Shaking his head to banish these thoughts to the back of his mind, Zhao Zilong stretched his limbs and began to jog slowly along the sports field.