Chapter 53: Never Give Up

Liang Youjia sneered, "Without trying, how do you know it's impossible?"
Yu Qingzhou took a deep breath, "I am not discussing this with you."
How could Liang Youjia fail to understand her meaning?
Even right under his own nose, there were times when he couldn't keep a watchful eye on her, just like that time in Phuket.
"You respect the Liang family..."

Many disciples of the Evil Extreme Sect were naturally jubilant, save for Yue Hai, whose expression was ice-cold and whose hands trembled slightly with rage.

He had witnessed too much backstabbing and too many two-faced, hypocritical people. Having such an innocent and lively child appear in his world made him feel that his life was no longer dull and tasteless.

"Hmph, this is the most rudimentary drawing of grass to startle the snake—whether there's a snake or not, beat the bushes first to find out. And you, you fool, took the bait so easily. Have you really been working as a manager all these years? Or are you just a nominal figurehead?" the masked person mocked.

Such a vast disparity in combat power was enough to force Chi Chengyi to back down, and moreover, to take decisive action without a second thought. Who would dare provoke such a madman?

However, after entering the room, she found that Deng Xiuzhen was fast asleep. After giving Deng Xiuzhen a few pushes, not only did she fail to wake her up, but her extended hand was slapped away as if swatting a mosquito.

However, Su Mingyang didn't smoke this kind of cigarette; he had already grown accustomed to foreign cigarettes. He rolled it up conveniently, tucked it under his armpit, and headed to the dining car.

His spiritual perception was exceptionally keen to begin with, and having already seen the divine dragon once, the divine dragon could no longer maintain any stealth characteristics in the eyes of the old farmer.

Under such circumstances, there was no need for deliberate investigation. One only needed to casually bring it up during idle chatter with others to uncover all those "deadly and ruthless" traps Lin Chuxia had set over the years?

Right at that moment, a raindrop falling from the high sky abruptly hit Nako's eye.

They would definitely ensure success when making a move, and even if they failed, they would be able to escape safely. Otherwise, rushing in blindly like that meant life and death were unpredictable.

"Fatty, conserve your energy. The duration of this operation is not short," Captain Karan's voice came through the earpiece.

It was still that rough and deep voice, and naturally, Ye Fantian could never forget it. Who else could it be if not the so-called Demon Sovereign?

"Although the wedding is cancelled, we can hold it another time. It seems we won't be able to have noodles, let's go eat a bowl of wontons instead!" After a moment, He Shiyi turned her face away. Under the dim light, her smile still remained.

And Tangtang knew that, in fact, Leng Qingqing had already left an indelible impression deep within Ximen Piaoxue's heart, one that could never be washed away.

Old Huang was so startled by the car horn that he nearly jumped up. Raising his head, he thought, *Goodness, why is this car so huge? It looks just like a tank from before liberation, with headlights round and bulging one by one, flashing a glaring white light.* Old Huang was so dazzled by the headlights that his head spun, and he stood there dumbfounded with his mouth open.

Qing Hong withdrew her thoughts. Her pitch-black eyes swept a disdainful glance over Shui Haomiao's livid face. She had long known he would resort to this trick; in the competition five years ago, he had used this exact method to suffocate his opponents to the brink of death before slowly torturing them.

And the huge python beside him, ever since Ye Fantian appeared, seemed to have suffered terrifying suppression, continuously emitting mournful cries.

However, Bai Shaozi resigned himself to his fate; having Tangtang's guarantee was enough. Nodding while saying, "Remember what you said," he pulled her toward the depths of the rear garden.

The young man opposite heard these words. His gaze, which had been turned toward the upper floor, abruptly snapped back to look at He Shiyi. His clear-browed and bright-eyed face bore no trace of a smile, and was even somewhat stiff.

If it weren't for the way he looked right now, Qing Hong really wanted to kick him and fulfill what she had said the very first time she met him.