Chapter Ninety-Four: Will You Blame Brother Ziyuan?

The two of them carried on their shameless conversation, bursting now and then into lewd laughter; some even reached out their hands directly.

“No, no—why should I repay a debt he owes you?”
“Get away from me, get away!”

She tried to break free, only to hear her father’s furious curse. “You little wretch, I raised you for nothing. You can’t even give me this much?”

Then, with a fawning smile, he said to those men, “Gentlemen, enjoy yourselves to your heart’s content. I shan’t disturb you.” And with that, he walked off without a second thought, still grinning as though delighted. There was no need to guess what he was thinking: “Wonderful, now I don’t have to pay them back.”

She was tired, numb. She should never have expected anything from him...

“What? A Martial Venerate? Then why didn’t he kill me? Why has he been dragging this out with me for so long?” Chen Yun asked in confusion. By his reckoning, if a Martial Venerate had set his sights on him, there would have been no chance of survival; he would have died countless times already. How could he still be here, analyzing the situation?

A sharp clatter rang out. The spectators outside the arena watched every detail with rapt attention, and they reaped immense benefit from it.

Xiao Ran saw that Yun Wu was already over forty. From what he knew of the participants, nearly all were under forty, and he could not understand how someone in his forties could still take part.

The moment Chen Yun’s toes touched the ground, the puppet’s body came crashing down heavily, striking the floor with booming thuds.

“Cut the long story short, all right? I’m Old Heng’s buddy, and I’m right outside the restaurant! Come out!” A young man’s voice answered lightly over the phone.

“Look at this drunkard, what a mess he’s made of our side!” Ke Xin was a reasonable person, and when she heard Liang Ge speak in such a pleasing tone, her own voice lost some of its edge.

Since the moment she woke, she had never once seemed afraid. She had been composed and unhurried the entire time, as though this place were her own home.

Whole universes of planes stretched across the void, enduring the winds of heaven and the battering of wild currents, yet remaining grand and immeasurably vast.

“Yes, this servant obeys.” Wushuang lifted her eyes, glanced at the weary figure, and quietly withdrew.

Fumbling at himself, Wolf Treasure found a lively little transmission flea hidden on his back and grinned.

“Better not. Haven’t you seen that Sister Feather Dream hasn’t moved? If she’s truly circulating her power and you disturb her, wouldn’t that easily drive her into qi deviation?”

This eighth-rank lower deity, Shadow Killer, would have had absolutely no chance of killing me before I helped her awaken her divine mark.

As he spoke, the smile on Lu Yu’s face grew even more pronounced. While laughing, he deliberately or unconsciously fixed his gaze on the monitor, and the amusement in his eyes turned increasingly icy.

Chen Shi happened to wake at that very moment. Looking around for something to use, he grabbed the bowl the old monk had just peed in and hurled it over.