Chapter 18: Red Bean Pastry

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The security guard pulled out a newspaper, tore it twice, and handed it to Ye Chen with a look as if he were dealing with a fool.
“Let me sleep a little longer…” Ye Chen squinted at Jiang Jin, turned over, and continued sleeping.
He withdrew his extraordinary aura and gazed toward the distant sea. Under the crimson nightfall, the Damir Port appeared exceptionally tranquil.
Before Li Meng’s eyes stretched a vast, gray abyss, within which countless points of light flickered erratically, near and far.
At that moment, Su Li was busy talking with Xia Ke and hadn’t checked the changes in the resource points. Now, opening the blue screen, he saw the resource points had increased to four.
The disciples’ faces were filled with endless fear and disbelief, as if their supreme Dark Path Master cared nothing for their lives and struck without mercy.
The “Rose Bishop’s” formidable vitality made Li Meng realize that this attack couldn’t kill him but only temporarily weaken the corrupted power within his flesh and blood.
Fire Lin gave a playful smile, watching her sister Fire Jin’s triumphant and charming expression, which was utterly adorable.
If Su Chen’s blood had previously been red with a hint of gold, now it was an even blend of gold and red, balanced between the two colors.
Thus, the True Dragon Emperor Technique had vanished from his body; Ye Xingchen no longer had the chance to observe it.
Of course, she had nothing to offer in return. After all, those who could negotiate on equal footing with Leng Haoxuan likely weren’t short of money. Compared to them, Tang Ning’an was poor except for money. Yet, even if she offered money as repayment, it was doubtful Xiao Yan would accept it.
However, upon arrival, he found the place already occupied by several forces. Initially planning to leave temporarily, he hesitated, fearing the Ape Spirit’s imminent arrival, and unknowingly stayed there for over a month.

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Since he dared to control Kanda Corporation, his relationship with Kanda was undoubtedly special; cooperation on information was naturally assured.
No sooner had the words fallen than Shaluo Han forcibly brought a man from the back hall and made him kneel before Xiao Changque.
This was not a takeover but merely a blockade of the company’s stock price; without a deep grudge, funds would rarely be used in such a self-damaging manner.
The myriad faces of life fascinated Song Ruyu, who glanced toward the male guests of the Liao family aboard the ship, searching for a familiar figure.
“Um… he’s my husband, so it’s only right… only right…” Leng Yue felt a bit shy under the compliment.
“Go then, who’s afraid! I’ll go get 200,000 in cash and keep it close; let’s see who dares to mess with me!” Li Kai wore a solemn, fearless expression, as if challenging anyone to provoke him and be crushed by money.
Lin Miaoke gently frowned, and Qin Lie’s face darkened; his fleeting fondness for You Ming vanished without a trace. He wondered why this person was so troublesome.
Fortunately, the senior called Xu Yang appeared suddenly and saved everyone with a poisonous smoke. Chen Jialuo owed him a debt of gratitude.
Qin Feng stepped forward and slapped the man’s face with a palm as large as a fan, making his head buzz. Then the towering man shouted, “You’re not a good comrade.”
“Is that true!?” Chu Zifeng asked sternly. Wei Yongyi, not far from him, clearly sensed a tightly restrained murderous intent radiating from Chu Zifeng.
They entered a passage, turning left and right through corridors until the space suddenly opened up. Ahead was a vast cave, at its center stood a massive tree, its trunk several yards thick and tens of yards tall, branches touching the cave ceiling. A strong demonic aura emanated from the tree—it was undoubtedly the Demon Origin Tree.
The mansion had two annexes, two council chambers, a guest hall, a rear mountain garden, the main military training hall, an auxiliary administrative hall, and the backyard where Xue Wuji rested. Leisurely wandering from the annex where Ye Yang stayed to the hall hosting guests took about half an hour.

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“In five days, we will act alongside the Mantis Rebel Army, sparking multiple uprisings within this dimension,” Joina declared.
Without comparison, there’s no harm; compared to those people, Locke, who climbed step by step from the bottom, appeared extraordinarily gifted and exceptional.
Wu Cunrong half-closed his eyes, hesitating. He desperately wanted to kill Lu Shanmin and Liu Ni. Their existence was his nightmare, especially Liu Ni—if she lived, he would never be free.
Muttering Xie Gongbao’s words and savoring them briefly, he suddenly slammed the table and stood up, “Brilliant! Unbelievably brilliant! Brother Bai, you two sit tight while I fetch our eldest brother.” Saying so, he gulped a strong drink and left.
At this moment, the elder arrived at the spot where the man in black was fighting Kan Jilin, but a surge of anger from being mocked welled up again.
Shang Moqian sat in the car, silently watching You Wanqing without speaking.
The Archmage was displeased and did not answer. Yue Lingxin smiled and nodded slightly. Supported by Nuo Yu, she followed them into the Snow Peak Hall, the true lifeblood of this demonic domain.
“Happy, want some milk?” Chu Chenghuan set Happy down. After last night’s escapades, she felt a bit drained. Chu Chenghuan sat down, and Happy ran around under the table.
Somewhat dazed, Shang Zhanyan didn’t realize he was pushing a shopping cart and about to leave the supermarket.
“Yes, Siwu, also Siwu, he’s in the Demon Abyss,” Nuo Yu held her head, trembling all over. “He will be fine, he must be fine… yes, he’s fine, he definitely is.” He Yun comforted Nuo Yu tenderly and glanced outside as Gong Qincheng left with a face full of sorrow.