Wildfire cannot burn it all away; when the spring winds blow, it grows again. And here I am once more.

New book on the shelves, haha, I, Hu Hansan, am back again. At last I can once more call out loudly to all my brothers and sisters for that precious monthly ticket.

Nothing else, only asking you to please spare a monthly vote for Silver Fox, the novel Jiyu spent three years grinding out.

Jiyu bows deeply.

“Since you call me Brother Nan, then your business is my business. But I just want to ask you one thing: is that Chen Haodong really that important to you?” Chu Nan asked me.

The Smoke Fiend, true to his name—ordinary people smoke one cigarette at a time, but he lights up two at once, and they are pure imported Cuban cigars at that. Even now he still had one clenched in his mouth as he smoked, filling the entire meeting room with choking smoke that was mostly his own doing.

The demon god within him had fully emerged as well. Typhon, the devil of Greek mythology who embodied the sword demon, had black flames spilling from his eyes. With one hand he could wield fifty great blades; with both hands, a hundred. As the hundred giant swords danced, one terrifying sword shadow after another appeared, forming a massive array of sword phantoms before Huo Xiao.

Strangely enough, after the cheering ended this time, everyone turned to look at that account booster in unison. Perhaps the match had not lasted very long. In any case, who had told him to be so sharp-tongued? If he had not said something like that earlier, everyone would have simply ignored him.

Second, the “elimination upgrade” is also constrained by the rule that if the number of cycles is greater than or equal to one’s own, it can be upgraded at most once for the same type. More importantly, the “elimination upgrade” is not a priority condition, but an extra one. For that reason, the number of times a Mind Controller can level up is usually not very high.

At last, after an arc of blade light from some unknown person, the great flood dragon suddenly crashed to the ground. Seeing that it had fallen and was probably beyond saving, many powerful experts were about to rush forward and seize the final spoils.

The finger section of the hand was likewise pried open and stretched wider after five thick fingers were thrust in and adjusted at will.

Meng Weiran and the others followed slowly behind. Those senior cultivators all looked refreshed and buoyant, almost as if they were floating as they walked.

Ye Lin guessed that Xiao Moran and Qin Hao, at this moment, must already have gone into Meishan City.

“Ha ha, newcomer, take your time managing it then! From now on, we won’t interfere in anything to do with spirit beasts,” the tall, thin cultivator said, following Song Yuan’s lead and continuing to mock Song Zheng.

Yunxia said that they turned in the laundry shop’s ledger and pinned the charge of tax evasion from the end of the year before last on Mother. She would have to be held at the police station for two weeks, and during those two weeks Father had to stay with Mother, leaving only the two of us at home.

Then we’ll see whether he chooses to face the battle and rescue Weng Zihang, or cower like a turtle. Of course, he had no idea about any of this.

Chonghua Ward was nearby, and on horseback it took only a short while to get there. With a bun to eat, a pot of tea, and a dish of pastries, autumn was so beautiful.

That breakup really left a crack in their feelings. Though they made up as before, they could never return to how things had once been, to those days of foolish, wholehearted trust.

Luckily, this time the number of deaths was smaller, and there were not many injured either, so the overall atmosphere remained calm.

The left arm that had first taught Wu Jin how to use a gun now traced over the boy’s most vulnerable cervical vertebrae. Fingers that had once guided his hand onto the trigger now closed around a vital point, the rough gun calluses almost pressing out red marks—like the most savage tyrannosaur of the Cretaceous, devouring its prey without leaving even the marrow behind.

At this, Su Wushuang immediately walked in front of them and out of the hotel. After all, they had been talking the whole evening and had not eaten much at all, not even a single piece of fruit.

A mass of tendril-like flesh shot out and tightly bound the evolved ape, and Zhang Mo brought his blade down, piercing straight through its skull.

After the customer left, Huaizhen picked up the receiver again, only to hear the dead tone inside. She was relieved she had not kept him waiting too long, and hoped he had already made it home safely.