Chapter 115: Ouyang Junyan Has Arrived!

"I! How would I know?!" Zhao Chen was discovering for the first time that his wife was a lunatic, even crazier than he was.

"If you don't tell me, do you believe I'll blow your head off?!" The forty-five-year-old Ouyang Junyan was so furious and anxious that he spat out such a threat right inside the police station.

"Mr. Ouyang! Please calm down!" Several officers stepped forward to restrain him, pulling him away from Zhao Chen.

"How can I calm down! I'm asking you, how am I supposed to calm down!" Ouyang Junyan’s face turned crimson with rage, his eyes wide. "Did you and your wife conspire to pull this stunt?!"

"I really don't know anything!" Zhao Chen said, exasperated. "That woman... He Qianqian would kidnap Fang Zhiyin, and also..."

Wind can fuel a fire, but when it reaches a certain intensity, it can also extinguish the flames in an instant.

"Demon King, you toad-skinned freak! Screw you! All this talk about increasing my strength—it’s clearly just increasing the strength of those around you. It’s all nonsense!" he roared inwardly.

In truth, he refused to admit that he secretly harbored a sliver of hope to see Lan Xi. After the initial extreme anger and disappointment, he felt more of a desolate emptiness and a lingering anticipation. He hoped that her arrogant and shameless behavior stemmed from some unknown reason, because deep down, he did not want to—and could not—believe she was that kind of person.

"Yes! The rainy season has arrived here. It has been pouring for five days, only letting up a little this morning," the man replied.

The white-bearded man tilted his head slightly, his broadsword thrusting forward in an instant. The flame-engulfed meteorite was pierced through by that single strike, the fire extinguished entirely by the gale force generated by the blow.

The dismemberment of the large man did not cause his companions to pause even for a second; their expressions remained indifferent, as if they were accustomed to such scenes.

It was just that, relatively speaking, the Ancestor of the Water God was easier to awaken, while the Wicked Dragon, due to its massive size, required more time to rouse. This allowed the Ancestor of the Water God to run wild outside for half a day before the dragon finally emerged and swallowed the Ancestor in one gulp.

"Don't be too sad." With their planned getaway ruined by Dongfang Jue’s frantic ranking spree, Dietrich still came to console his brother’s wounded heart. Truly, a gentleman.

A cold, evil, and deathly aura surged from all directions. At this moment, the killing intent within the two men erupted simultaneously, forming a protective barrier that blocked the malevolent energy outside.

He had long known that a killer with attachments could never be a qualified assassin. To become a top-tier killer, one must achieve absolute ruthlessness.

Magistrate Liu shivered upon hearing this, his legs trembling like a sieve, but he still took three steps forward, bent his waist, and knelt rigidly in the path of the man who was about to pass. The advisor behind him did the same, following the Magistrate’s lead.

He said nothing, only gripping her hand tighter before helping her walk toward the side of the street.

"Once the dagger is forged, I'll go see Swain. After all, a person must have at least some dreams."

However, her nature was sometimes too carefree. A free spirit who loved her liberty, she liked to follow her heart. She did not like people who ignored her wishes under the guise of "doing what's best for her." To her, any forced kindness was merely a form of kidnapping.

Saying this, he bent down to retrieve a wooden basin, placed the dirty diapers Dong Ru had changed for the child into it, and carried it out to wash.

Because, as Jia Fugui had said, there were indeed countless companies wanting to cooperate with them. He had simply been lucky enough to be chosen; what right did he have to be picky?

Zhuo Yue’s face turned deathly pale at these words. Such a vicious way of cursing was something no fairy as pure and clean as she could endure.

Unfortunately, at this moment, her eyes were moist and her lips parted; her wide, rounded gaze lacked any intimidation, instead carrying a unique and alluring charm.

Yet, the stubbornness in her bones flared up; she had to argue her case. Otherwise, she feared she would truly become Su Chen’s canary in a gilded cage.

Qin Feng watched Murong Meiyu’s battle in the distance. Fighting four against one, she could barely hold her ground; she had no hope of taking the lives of her opponents.