Chapter 137: Text Message!

"It has something to do with my eldest sister?"

"Give me the details."

Chen Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze piercing like a torch.

"My informants saw that after your eldest sister learned of your fall from the bridge, she drove straight to the artificial lake."

...

Seeing that there was no one around, Li Longfei took the letter Mingyue had given him from his pocket and handed it over.

Liu Yu was startled. She had only allowed Zou Lin to see Su Yun so that he would bring her back to the Zou residence, intending for Su Yun to clash with that woman, the Lady Cao. She wanted them to fight to the death so that she could reap the benefits herself. If Zou Lin truly had no intention of bringing Su Yun into the manor, it would ruin her entire plan.

"This is an excellent business gathering; Ryan knows how to seize an opportunity," Rong Xiaoyu said, admiring Ryan's approach and offering his praise.

Watching Tang Youyou's dejected and speechless expression, Ming Tianluo naturally felt a pang of heartache. He was also furious at his own eldest brother! Even if Mo Xin was sick and poisoned and required constant care, did he really have to remain indifferent when You'er had come personally to see him?

The Flying Sword Immortal was pushed back once more. The big man seemed to have lost his patience with this drawn-out struggle and lunged forward to launch a fierce assault. The Flying Sword Immortal maintained his poker face, showing neither tension nor fatigue, but the sweat constantly dripping down his face betrayed his true state.

Seeing her expression, Li Dan felt a wave of heartache and pulled her into his arms. "I was the one who told Chongniang to say those words." Su Yun looked up at him, startled. He was the one who told Chongniang? How could that be?

Suddenly, Xia Xue's fair arm was tightly gripped by Ye Xuan. With her body feeling weightless, she fell right into Ye Xuan's arms.

In the middle of the clear, emerald-green lake, a flawless white arm reached out from the water, creating ripples. The water in her hand slowly slid through her fingers, dripping back onto the surface and forming concentric circles.

At this moment, the Ye Corporation was holding a board meeting. The eight directors were seated in high-ranking positions. With Ye Xuan, the chairman, absent, Uncle Wang occupied the head seat.

It is said that one should not strike a person who is smiling. The fatty accepted the card with a grin, but after putting it away, he noticed the other person still looking at him with a smile, showing no intention of leaving. A thought clicked in his mind, and he immediately understood what the man wanted.

In truth, they had broken quite a few formations over this period; surely they couldn't be far from the main stronghold of the human-demons now?

Of course, there were restrictive forces among the human race that had arrived as well. As for why they weren't taking action?

His vision blurred, yet before his eyes, he clearly saw nothing but corpses. This left Xiang Yu feeling exhausted in both body and soul, his frame swaying as if he might collapse at any moment.

Suddenly, Zhang Baifeng and Zhang Bainiu both wilted into silence. I coughed deliberately to shift the awkward atmosphere.

Thinking of this, Erlang Shen abandoned the idea of silencing the witness. He returned, dejected, to await the fate of being summoned by that mortal.

It was a pity that only the crystal core of a Jingjue Golden Chant Monkey could be converted into energy for the Moonlight Box; Li Changlin felt a sense of frustration in his heart.

If Ouyang Xu hadn't mentioned it, Song Ming might not have noticed. Once the other man's teeth-grinding words faded, Song Ming realized the atmosphere around them had indeed changed; an extremely subtle fluctuation was slowly closing in on him, Liu Qinqin, and the others.

"Mo Tianqing from the Black Blood Divine Temple, Gu Jingzhou from the Soul Sect, and Hong Qiyu from the Imperial Sect—they have all come! There are six experts at the Guangwu Emperor Realm alone!" the young warrior replied.

Manager Xue's heart jumped with anxiety; his arms hugged tight and his feet began to dance. He lifted and dropped his feet, pacing back and forth on the ground, watching as the village head and Old De stood staring at each other with cupped hands, neither saying a word.

The disciples who heard Xiang Hao's words were stunned on the spot. The man who founded the Yutian Sect? The founding patriarch of their sect?

Now, facing the suppression of the Extinguishing Thought, Fang Yi's heart, once as calm as water, began to boil again.