Chapter Ninety-Five: A Family of Great Wealth

At first, Kong Mengmeng was utterly displeased. What kind of place was this? After finally managing to graduate from that den of demons as a high school student, why was he not being treated better?

“There’s nothing I need. I’m just a little sleepy. It’s nothing serious.”

Yuan Xiangdie truly wanted this little girl to let him go sleep. It was already past one in the afternoon, and he had been drawing since six in the morning until eleven, producing three or four drafts already. That was quite a high output, so why would she still not let him off?

Unfortunately, this was not something the little girl alone could decide. He kept building himself up mentally, and after much effort, he finally succeeded...

But before he could notify the spirit beast, he first had to regain his freedom. He was thinking hard about how to get those two greedy fellows to let him go.

“What? My son? Do I look like a man with a son that old?”

After destroying his natal magic treasure, Chen Jifan’s spiritual power had not yet recovered, and then he had failed once more in refining another treasure, leaving him much more haggard than before. He was nowhere near as dazzling as when Yuan Third Master and the others had first seen him.

The discussion ended with the voice of this man called the Sojo. It seemed everyone agreed with his judgment, and so several gazes once again turned toward the Roman Orthodox Church’s position.

Gu Linger froze. Looking at Long Linfei’s utterly untroubled expression, she stared wide-eyed again. Had she heard wrong? Who in this world would ever say in front of others that they were not a good person?

Liao Xi smiled faintly and gave a cold shout: “Attack!” A surge of tremendous power carried Liao Xi shooting forward like a flying general, stirring the soul.

Two li ahead stood a hill. Zhu Jiujie said that Cat Master Kafei’s aura was beneath that hill, which meant this place was indeed the mine, only it had not yet been developed by the cat clan.

“It looks like my plan succeeded after all. Stone Brother, do you think these people are monitoring you, or are they monitoring them?” Luo Yu asked, glancing at the rearview mirror.

“Ten years! At last, another genius has appeared in this world.” As soon as the words fell, she extended a finger, and a profound surge of spiritual power, thick with murderous intent, shot straight toward Gou Sheng.

The diviner Liu smiled slyly, flicked the whisk in his hand, and a streak of golden light suddenly rose from the ground, trapping Yuan Third Master and the other man in place.

Gaia also felt a chill, but after noticing that the tentacles binding him had loosened considerably because of the low temperature, he hurriedly struggled with all his strength. He managed to shake free of Resat, the Light-Heat Magic Stone, for the moment, but he had also consumed a great deal of energy. Watching the monster recover so quickly, Gaia could only feel helpless.

Worth noting, the person leading the group this time was not the manager or coach from the KLP Club, but an official from the Swiss Sports Department.

Lu Yanan’s gaze darkened. He tightened his knuckles and stared for a long while at the bowl and chopsticks Chi Yin had left on the dining table, then let out a sigh.

After taking back the necklace, she left with Yikai. Jingxian stood where she was, watching them go all the way. Only after his figure disappeared into the distance did she draw a soft breath, then smile faintly toward the empty stretch where he had stood.

This guy’s strength was actually pretty good. Being able to punch through a computer with a single game coin showed that he was already quite a capable player.

What followed was the real meeting. Advisor Qianye, together with Mr. Ishima and Lin Chong, sat in Mr. Ishima’s office. Even the investigators from the Gio Base were unable to take part in this meeting.

The power of destruction intruded. The various defenses on the clone were almost useless; in an instant, they collapsed at the slightest touch. A brief clash with the clone was enough to tear away a patch of flesh. Only then did the clone finally react, hurriedly circulating Primordial Spirit Creation to resist the invasion of the power of destruction.

A gleaming saber, its blade bright beyond measure. Even in the dim tunnel it cast a brilliant reflected sheen, while a chill like frozen ice constantly seeped outward from the blade to the surrounding area. The cold was not fierce, but it was enough to clear the mind.

If Zhang Hechuan had only acted on a whim to take advantage of someone, then he had to be stopped at once.