Chapter 113: Ji Xiaoxiao Vanishes

Wan Chaoyang let out a cold snort and shouted into the phone, “Don’t you know? Ji Xiaoxiao has gone missing! Any news? All the information is with her!” His voice was so loud it was almost a roar.

A chill crept into Shu Yiming’s heart as he asked, “Where did she run off to?”

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Zhang Muyang nodded wearily, thinking to himself that next time, he’d have his own younger sister, Zhang Muchen, come and accompany her in her mischief. After all, they were the same age, and Muchen was quite a playful girl herself. Ever since she went abroad some time ago, she still hadn’t returned, usually just calling now and then to let them know she was safe.

In these past few months, Sun Qingtong had been basking in a string of surprises, all brought to her by Zhou Yi, who also gave her so much care in daily life.

The meaning of this sentence is that, throughout history, the Ming Dynasty drove out the Mongol invaders and rescued the Han people from disaster.

“The Gongsun Sword Dance demands a great deal of strength, speed, and flexibility from the body. Training will be tough.” Zhou Yi, now dressed in a pale pink Feiyun flowing-sleeved dress, began earnestly instructing her four “apprentices.”

Ruben K. Ashford looked every bit the part of an old man; though he was tidy and spirited in appearance, he could not conceal the fatigue and weariness in his expression. Little wonder the once-prosperous Ashford family had fallen so swiftly into decline.

As a brick sailed out from behind the main gate of the Valley of Light, all the police officers from the First Investigative Division stationed outside instinctively ducked down.

As for the Nascent Soul cultivator surnamed Fan, he felt a wave of satisfaction—as if justice had been served, retribution had come around, and fate had not failed him. Straightening his back, he acted as though the confiscation of Zhang Ye’s royal artifact was all thanks to him.

A cold gleam shot out from the crack in the door and embedded itself in the ground outside the corridor, quivering slightly.

The surname Wei is not as common as those like Zhao, Qian, Sun, Li, Zhou, Wu, Zheng, or Wang among the Hundred Family Surnames.

These skulls, formed from the power of the Black Abyss, kept relentlessly stabbing at the two of them. Xie Gongbao waved his hand through the air, erecting a wall of Eight Trigrams energy before him to shield them from the fierce assault. After walking a bit further, the black mist skulls suddenly ceased their attack and drifted away into the depths of the cave.

Zhang Lihua wiped her damp eyes and said, “Fine, if you still acknowledge me as your outdated master, do as you wish! I’m happy to see your progress.” With that, she broke into hearty laughter.

Ouyang Lamei was supposed to drink too, but claimed she wasn’t feeling well and couldn’t have alcohol, so no one forced her. In truth, she was perfectly fine—she just knew that since Yang Qianfeng had returned to his old workplace, drinking was inevitable. She wanted to keep a clear head to look after him, so she and Xiangyi stuck to fruit juice instead.

Ye Yutian did not finish his sentence, but Wu Juehuan had already noticed the faint flicker of flames among the trees, and could occasionally hear loud laughter. They were likely either tearing into animal flesh with gusto, or singing loudly around the campfire.

Though both were at the ninth ring, this goblin’s resentment was nearly double that of Yukala, whom she had killed earlier. That was the effect of soul interrogation, accumulating the dead’s resentment, unwillingness, fear, and agony.

In a few years, once he had built his own forces strong enough to make even the Special Bureau wary, he would return to claim everything that belonged to him.

When this armillary sphere expands to its largest, it floats in the air, displaying all the islands before you. If you touch any symbol on the globe, you will be transported to that island. Someone among you must have touched the symbol for Watermelon Island, which is why you were brought here.