Chapter 40: You Betrayed Me

Just fooling around?
Just fooling around!
So this was what Feng Su called love!
She really shouldn’t have trusted Feng Su. She’d already suffered once for believing in love, so why hadn’t she learned her lesson?
Li Jiuwei pressed her lips into a thin line and returned, expressionless. Wang Xiuhua and Xu Dong had nearly finished eating.
The two of them left one after another.
Li Jiuwei downed a glass of wine in one gulp; there was no way she could eat anything from the table.
She took her purse and left.

Yet Yang Xuan had clearly used the dark energy of the underworld to cultivate nether force. Judging by the abundance and purity of that energy, he was no less powerful than any king of the underworld.

Zhang Wei was quite satisfied with his newly grown right arm. His eyes flashed as he jumped off the bed, took a set of ordinary clothes from his storage pouch, and put them on, covering his body woven from flowing spiritual energy.

Although Lin Feiyang wasn’t well acquainted with them, since the first guy named Gata had made such a grand entrance—

“You don’t have to do this. I’m not an unreasonable person, and you don’t need to be troubled. The Grand Group is still happy to cooperate with your company, but before that, it seems you have quite a few things to handle.” Zhang Wei glanced at Yan’er in the distance and smiled faintly.
The surrounding students looked at Wang Yu with admiration, envy, and curiosity, as if he were some rare sight. The more they looked, the more familiar he seemed, as if they’d seen him somewhere before.
Lin Feiyang’s method of setting up trap mines was extremely cunning; on the surface, he placed a barely discernible one, but that was just a decoy.
It was definitely a large-caliber sniper rifle. If it weren’t for Wang Yu, that shot would have gone straight through two people, killing them both.
He also knew that people from the real world had long since arrived in the cultivation world, and that energy cannon was probably connected to reality.
His right fist, crackling with world-ending thunder, smashed out, intending to obliterate the savage man with one blow—even the surrounding space shattered like glass.
Ying Luo looked over; that was the border region, where the fields of chaos and order intersected. There were two worlds there, geographically closer to the Abyss. Even from the projection, it was clear those two worlds were slowly “melting” in the maw of the Abyss.
Because of this identity, even though Bu Zhou had once gone out searching for a life, in the end, he had to return to the mountains.
Tian Meng had always admired Li Qianrou. Now, thinking she might be in danger, he was extremely anxious.
“You really want to go to the Sea Realm? I heard the Sea Emperor Poseidon has awakened. You want to challenge a god?” Hilda asked, frowning.
“You people from Huaguo always go to extremes in everything. Maybe they have no other choice,” Decao said in his affected voice.

If she hadn’t appeared today, things would have ended there. But since she insisted on running headlong onto her gun’s muzzle, she could hardly be blamed for what happened next.
Just as this thought crossed her mind, a hand gripped the broken steel sword tightly. The Wind King’s barrier sliced like a blade, instantly leaving that hand bloody and mangled.
“Ye Fei, do you still like me?” At that moment, Yi Yan walked confidently to Ye Fei’s side, her gaze locking with his as she asked directly.
Mami Tomoe was even more decisive; she snatched Kyubey from Ying Luo’s hands and held it tightly in her arms. Now that she had transformed, her courage had grown.
“You’re welcome.” Clearly, after being confessed to in public, Lu Jinnian was in such a good mood that, for once, he even humored his assistant’s endless chatter all night.
That laughter was laced with deep, chilling cold, like a gust of autumn wind blowing straight through bone.
It should be noted that when the great cultivators called the disciples of all the major sects, they’d promised: once the demonized cultivators within the barrier were destroyed, the storage pouches those cultivators carried would be divided among the participating sects according to their contributions.
He lazily arched an eyebrow, gazing at the half-drunken Red Fox, her cheeks as delicate as peach blossoms, and found himself momentarily entranced.