Chapter 165: Standing Up for the Future Cousin-in-Law

After all, this was right outside the Keyuelai Restaurant. Although it was already past mealtime, there were still quite a few people coming and going.

Seeing that a fair number of onlookers had quietly stopped in their tracks and were casting curious, gossipy glances in their direction, Yun Shuang could never allow them to splash such dirty water on her. With a cold smile, she turned to Cheng Fang, looked at her, and said calmly, "Mistress Cheng, what kind of remark is that? It sounds as though I injured Master He with a dagger for no reason at all. Last night, I wonder who it was that recklessly ran all the way to my doorstep—"

Xiahou Huan nodded directly to indicate his agreement; he did not want to listen to Dong Qiuyi talk about what had happened between him and Yi Yunshi. He did not want to know, nor did he want to ask about it, not even the slightest bit.

"Because I had a premonition that I would run into those people here, so I came over." Haotian chuckled. Of course, he couldn't possibly tell Kakashi that it was because he knew the original plot.

"Trash! Keep looking!" The icy command was delivered, and Olivia glanced sideways at Wuyou, signaling her to follow.

In truth, she was terribly afraid of his anger. For in the past, whenever he grew angry, he could ignore her for days on end, treating her like thin air. She could not endure such cold violence. She would rather have a fierce quarrel, or even a physical fight. This kind of silent treatment sent a chill straight to her heart.

Every single word of Rio's pierced right through Wuyou's sore spot. Being inexplicably sent to this place was already depressing enough, only to be subjected to unprovoked attacks and to run into this incomprehensible person right before her eyes—the whole thing was nothing short of a tragedy.

Suddenly, the door behind Fei Hu and the others was pushed open as well. Seven or eight men walked in, among whom a man in his thirties asked as he walked, "I heard someone came to make trouble for Brother Cheng?" Upon hearing this, Fei Hu felt his heart tremble involuntarily.

"Three birds with one stone? You think you can achieve that just by talking!" Jun Shinuo did not take it to heart, offering a faint, mocking smile. In his eyes, Xia Nuanyuan was merely trying to show off with empty bravado.

Watching Shen Buru's body take a brief interval to burst out from the ground with every single leap and descent, Gui Wuya was so furious that he gnashed his teeth in hatred.

Wang Qiang waved his palms, his muscular arms transforming into a sky-full of gale-force afterimages as he shrouded Jing Tian within them.

The moment the dark veil completely dissipated, Jia Datong could not wait to lead his subordinates charging straight into the very center of the battlefield.

"Hehe, you're not a bad person. It would be better if you were. Your way of making friends is certainly quite extraordinary," Huang Fei said helplessly.

Qin Hao did not hold much of an impression of this seemingly mediocre youth, knowing only that his name was Huang Chengxin, a cultivator in the early stage of the Blood-Moving Realm, and nothing more.

By this time, Su Jue's soul had once again split into two, yet his soul realm remained at the fortieth tier without the slightest reduction.

I could not understand it and immediately dismissed the thought of watching adult videos. After turning it over in my mind, I decided to shift my attention by typing out some words.

Yet, things were awkward now. If he did not step outside, Dugu Hong would certainly not let the matter rest. He was now caught in a dilemma as well. He did not want to go out, yet he was forced to do so. Such a feeling had not surfaced for a very long time.

He drew a smoking pipe from his bosom, pinched some loose tobacco leaves, ignited them with a spark, and puffed on the smoke one mouthful at a time.

"What, you've come to your senses? Not bad, those who know how to adapt to circumstances are wise men." Muna assumed that Zhao Nian intended to surrender.

We had all left Area 51, so Kevin should have had no way of tracking my whereabouts. How could he possibly know that I was passing through here tonight? And if he had been able to track me all along, why wait until now to show himself?

"Hey, I'm listening to every word!" Clayton shouted from over there. How could the hearing of a Sanctuary-level powerhouse be treated as a joke?

"If it spreads, does that mean death with no hope of survival?" Hao Meng suddenly asked. He remembered reading that material about cancer last time; the spread of cancer cells was terrifying.

The black ghostly silk web was actually formed by the transformation of the humanoid entity's spiritual consciousness and the life fire of its divine puppet's physical body, possessing a special kind of spirituality. Could it be that this divine puppet was not refined through alchemy, but was instead some sort of living creature's soul consciousness parasite? Controlling the spiritual consciousness via hyperspace in order to control the divine puppet.