Chapter 117: Li Guojun Visits? Wants a Free Meal!

Chen Zhiyuan thought himself clever, but now he had landed himself in the detention center.

At this very moment, Chen Zhiyuan was so filled with regret he could barely contain it! That bamboo slip must be unique to this space—indestructible, and likely impossible to take out. Otherwise, Cangqiong would have discarded it long ago and would never have thought to destroy it. Since Cangqiong couldn’t destroy it, it must still be inside this thatched hut.

“If you truly want Zhu Mian, then I shall grant you your wish; it matters little to me,” Tian Miaomiao said with a gentle smile.

The ancient king of Nuaza, whose planet exploded 1.2 billion years ago, had wrought carnage and devastation across several planets in the solar system, until the cosmic warriors defeated him with the Demon Sealing Sword and imprisoned him within these subterranean ruins.

After arranging everything, Tian Miaomiao returned to her own courtyard, still instructing Bai Xiaoyue to stand guard and allow no one near. Once in her room, she closed the door and entered the hidden realm.

He hastily circulated his true essence, forcibly suppressing the blood that threatened to spill from his lips, maintaining a calm expression as he gazed steadily at the figure in the sky.

Brutal, yet effective; this only proved that Imperial Concubine Run was indeed not with child. Otherwise, such a beating would have forced a miscarriage long ago—how could there be no ill effects at all, and she could even eat afterward?

This crisis could only be resolved by unmasking the mastermind behind the scenes, whether it was Lucifer himself or some other figure.

Nothing comes easy; even a fool knows that the first step is to become a First-Class Spiritual Alchemist, then gradually accumulate experience, reaching Second-Class, and eventually Third-Class.

Cheng Zhao held her gently, afraid to use any strength for fear she would wake, begin asking questions he could not answer, or worse, inquire about the details of the dream. In truth, he did not want her to know.

Nanami Seiko also turned to look at Kitahara Nanfeng. However, she noticed his return before Hisanaga Kizuki did, and so showed no surprise.

“Believe it or not, when your family’s Murong arrives, you’ll understand. In any case, neither you nor I have any say in Ye Tian and this child’s marriage. Don’t think you wield so much power or possess such wealth; whatever you have, their family also possesses, and more besides,” Mo Yongxin spoke frankly.

“Alright, brothers. Good people have good fortune. Surviving a disaster brings future blessings. Let’s find that damn scoundrel and teach him a lesson—half-dead to vent our anger—then we’ll leave. My back went cold just now!” Ye Tian grinned as he spoke.

“That’s easy for you to say when you’re not the one starving,” Yang Bufan drawled, wrapping an arm around Lin Moyu’s waist.

“What a place—Mo Yi and Mo Li, truly a land shapes its people!” Yun Yuyan flicked her sleeve, striding to another corner. Her gaze unconsciously drifted toward the distant Taia Tribe, and her icy features grew even more severe.

“Golden Warbeast, I look forward to our next meeting!” Mo Li called out cheerfully, his figure vanishing completely.

Clearly, there was concern that Zhu Ganglie and Sha Kuanglan would not be able to slip past the palace guards unnoticed.

It was only then that Lin Moyu and Qin Qin suddenly understood the meaning behind Yang Bufan’s words: it was the weasel paying New Year’s greetings to the chickens.

Damn it, am I going to die a stranger in a foreign place today? Ye Tian cursed inwardly, his eyes darting about for anything he could use to escape.

On the ornate chair, Wang Zhen’s muddied eyes flashed with surprise when he saw Wang Tian enter the circle of people surrounding Wang Niu. Lost in distraction, he let out a faint sound of astonishment.

On the other side, Xiao Meiling blushed deeply, her heart racing as if she had lost something precious just by uttering those words.