Chapter 38: The Spoiled Brat

She had no choice but to find a way to manipulate the young, naive, and arrogant Qin Yuyang.

"Yuyang, where is my cousin?" Ruan Miaomiao asked in a low voice first.

Qin Yuyang replied, "He hasn't been back for a few days. It seems he went out to have fun with his girlfriend."

Ruan Miaomiao felt relieved. Her cousin was not easily fooled, and the girlfriend he had chosen was even more prone to mocking her. Qin Yuyang, however, was simple-minded and would easily repeat whatever she said. Their absence was perfect.

She sighed and said, "Cousin..."

A faint blush seemed to flicker across Tu Jingjing's slightly cold yet alluring face.

The sixth day of the sixth lunar month was a day auspicious for weddings—what people commonly called a "good day"—and Guanlou Village celebrated throughout the night.

This time, the group led by Murong Qiong was small, consisting of only fifteen people. Including the Feng siblings, Dongfang Lingren, and a few other prodigies with ancient bloodlines, they numbered just over thirty in total.

"This one is my target," Daodaodao said, stroking his chin and smiling at Bai Yutang.

As the story goes, Zhang Tianyu was extremely frustrated last night. He had spent a great deal of effort and was on the verge of winning over Xia Qingqing, only for her bumpkin boyfriend to suddenly appear. The man's skills were surprisingly formidable, not only ruining his plans and preventing him from getting to Xia Qingqing, but also costing him dearly.

Feng Tianzhao had intended to decline, but remembering the injustices his mentor had suffered for years, he felt it was only right to retrieve the secret manual.

Ninety-eight stone steps—the strongest record of the Eternal Stele had been broken. It was a record held for millions of years, yet it was shattered today, and they were the witnesses.

That night, Gu Yuan was dead drunk. He recalled Old Man Li's words and gradually understood the sorrow in the old man's heart.

As one of the Four Great Families of China, for someone to dare kill their young master was a supreme humiliation.

After years of cultivation, constant reflection, and refining, Kong Xuan finally mastered this ultimate technique.

"Vicious methods! But they are absolutely useless against me!" The man brought the Tengu mask close to Ren Pindi's face, his voice exceptionally clear.

The large army of over 75,000 soldiers set up camp on both sides of the road. Liu Kan ordered the radio station to report the unit's status to the Hu Zongnan Headquarters in Xi'an.

Upon learning that Fuji Television had been secretly filming him, Aso Taro felt fortunate. This made what he had said even more credible, and he believed it would win him considerable favor with the public.

Seeing this scene, even Xiu Jian felt a pang of heartache. The berries used to brew this fruit wine were spiritual fruits that grew for hundreds of years in the deep mountains and dense forests, making them extremely rare. The fact that it was placed in the most prominent spot in the cupboard was proof of the wine's preciousness.

It was difficult for humanity to outlast the Zerg. In the past, the Zerg would retreat after suffering heavy casualties, but for some reason, they were now fighting to the death without retreating. If the stalemate continued, it was likely that humanity would face defeat.

For Ren Pindi, who had barely managed to scrape through lunch, slipping out was far better than staying at the Scarlet Devil Mansion being glared at by three pairs of eyes.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch..." Sanae rubbed her head. She had been guarding the flag at the shrine perfectly well when she was suddenly knocked unconscious. It was only after hearing Ren Pindi's shout of "Just fight!" that she managed to regain her senses.

"Aren't you worried?" Sylvia ran over a thousand meters with Xiu Jian before finally stopping to let him catch his breath.

After everyone left the room, Lei Yu took out a Seven-Star Green Lotus and placed it in his mouth. A moment later, his exhaustion vanished, and his body was filled with strength once again.

Lei Zihao was in a great mood. As long as Wang Jie was safe, everything was fine. He laughed heartily and said, "It's not late, though it might be a bit too early for them." Lei Zihao gestured toward the Four Demon Lords and the other alien beings.

Zhao Kesong lit a cigarette and took a deep drag, his eyes narrowing. He looked much more mature than he had half a year ago.