Chapter 112: Li Jiuwei and Feng Su Join Forces

Li Jiuwei, at the very center of the storm, appeared at the Feng household as Feng Su's girlfriend.

Feng Su had already greeted them in advance.

No one had expected Li Jiuwei to actually dare show up at their door.

Was she fearless, or simply shameless?

"Miss Li has been hounded by negative gossip lately. How does she suddenly have time to come to the Feng household?" Madam Feng said with a cutting edge, and everyone present was a seasoned operator; someone covered their mouth and smiled right then and there.

But when that remark caught Feng Su's slightly darkened expression, the man panicked.

Qin Fengming ultimately could not bear it, so he let him hold his hand, and the two of them slowly drifted into sleep.

Cheng Linting's footwork was as elusive as a dream. With a single step to the left, he flashed behind Ye Ya, yet kept his hands behind his back, as if taking a leisurely stroll. At that moment, Shangguan Zhinu shouted furiously, sprang into the air, brought his hands together, and two golden maces appeared in his grasp, which he swung down at Cheng Linting in a rage.

"Look at this, look at this, you've scared Miss A Duo to tears," Aunt Xue said hurriedly as she stepped forward to comfort her.

When the thunderous roar sounded once more, the Demon Emperor raised a silver banner in his hand. With a sweep of that banner, a gale rose between heaven and earth, grinding away the force that sought to shatter the starry sky. And when everything returned to calm, the Southern Emperor placed another stone, and the star field that had already been utterly destroyed took shape once more.

Suddenly, the young man gave a fierce cry. Within his body, an endless force of devouring gathered into being at that instant, actually swallowing the golden radiance that kept falling from the heavens and coalescing around his body.

The violent tremor from the Lava Dragon's crash to the ground did not affect Yueyue; the stance that triggered Dragon Cannon allowed him to ignore the impact of massive wind pressure and shock.

In an instant, a boundless force gathered behind Mingyue Fu's hand, and those streaks of brilliance were like blades of azure light. Seeing this, Ning Lingxian frowned deeply. With a lift of her hand, a longsword materialized at once, and by the time she gripped it, she had already made her decision.

Long Jianfei walked over without looking back. Ahead of him, a row of people was already standing there, waiting for his arrival.

After successfully breaking the restriction, Wang Fan showed little joy. On the contrary, he closed his eyes and fell into thought.

"I know. With my elder sisters here, I'm not afraid of him," Wu Ting'er replied, her cheeks turning a faint red.

He took the stairs two at a time, wanting to help the villager, but the villager staggered back two steps.

He saw a figure shrouded in overwhelming demonic energy rising and sinking within the lightning tribulation. That figure carried the distinctive aura of the Demon-Calling Scripture; it seemed to be an ancestor of the Chen clan.

"If, as you say, after Wang Lun dies the stronghold is seized by someone else, then that means the mission has failed," said the sweet, soft voice.

But life here, to be honest, did not satisfy Lorne all that much. Aside from hunting with Arthur and his son, the thing he did most was flirt with Rebecca.

So the value of Hongtu Light and Sound's voice-recognition technology was not that high, which meant... it was possible to acquire it.

After the work was divided up, everyone at the table let out a breath at the same time, and the atmosphere gradually relaxed. A little after three in the afternoon, Xiaoxiao came out of the inner room with sleepy eyes. Grandma chuckled and asked whether she had been awakened by the noise. Xiaoxiao blushed and said, no, she had simply woken up. Everyone laughed.

Of course, most importantly, Asina discovered that after the wizard's surprise attack, the power of the Mother of Holy Light had weakened somewhat. The Holy Light armor on the surface was merely a disguise; since Asina also possessed the power of Holy Light, she could sense the gap between them.

The man was around forty, short and stocky, with a balding forehead, so his topknot was rather sparse. Only by binding it with a square kerchief could he wear the cap on his head.

Tang Feng flew into a panic the moment he heard that. Damn it, if they kept analyzing it, who knew what kind of conclusion they would reach? "What are you talking about!" he snapped, then lashed out with a flying kick toward Liu Fei's belly.

Bits and pieces from decades ago surfaced before his eyes. It was the beauty he had missed, the thing he had once failed to cherish, and so it had become the loss he carried now.