বায়ান্নতম অধ্যায়: সম্পর্কটা সাধারণ নয়

পুরo an afternoon was spent getting everything properly organized and tidied up.

When Lin Yanke's phone call came through, Tan Yanyu suddenly remembered that she had made plans with her good friend earlier that morning to have dinner together tonight.

At six-thirty in the evening, Lin Yanke drove to the restaurant where a table had been reserved in advance.

A waiter guided her toward a private dining room on the second floor.

At the table by the window, besides her friend Tan Yanyu, sitting opposite was...

Then, with a calm expression, she used a key to unlock the guardrail on the left side of the counter and slowly walked inside.

The man's peach-blossom eyes were deep and profound as he gazed at her. Clearly, he had already seen through all her thoughts, yet he still willingly played along with her antics.

"Fellow Daoist, if my Undying Divine Mountain has committed sins, I beg you to spare the others; this old man shall bear the punishment alone," the old mountain master said with a desolate look in his eyes.

Over two hundred demon points was an astonishing amount, indicating that Zhao Jun had certainly wiped out quite a few level-6 demons, among which there was even a level-7 demon.

His tone was languid and lazy, and even his casual movements carried the natural air of someone teasing his own pet.

Nalan was wearing a mask. There was no helping it, considering how breathtakingly beautiful she was, yet even so, it failed to conceal her overwhelming charm. Whether influenced by Nalan or not, all members of the guard unit also wore masks. Seeing this for the first time, Zhao Jun found it surprisingly refreshing and pleasing to the eye.

Su Yunxiu herself was still somewhat bewildered; she had not expected Du Ziqing to make such a sudden move, leaving her momentarily incapable of reacting.

Since Tan Qingzhu's mother had chosen to wear a traditional qipao early in the morning to speak with him, it was sufficient proof that she attached great importance to this conversation and fully approved of it.

She simply wanted to test whether this arrow had indeed traveled across time from twenty-first-century China.

At this thought, Du Ziqing felt his blood boiling with passion, and he now impatiently yearned to possess Su Yunxiu completely.

Long Yuwei felt a pang of inner fear, mixed with the poignant suspicion that he might have reached his twilight years and was no longer suited for work in the Ministry of State Security. Fortunately, he was relieved to find that the old superior was safe and sound; it was not too late to tighten security from now on.

Hearing the reconnaissance team leader whispering a report in his ear, Anli Adi could not help but shout out the door, his eyes filled with complex emotions as he looked toward the Shura battle squad.

"Let's go and take a look at that old ruler of the country." Yao Muchen waved his right hand, and a flash of fire instantly flew out, covering the ground in an instant and reducing all those withered corpses to drifting ash that vanished completely.

However, at this moment, he also wanted to understand Lang Hongxiang. After all, being able to ignore the attacks of resentment ghosts meant that Lang Hongxiang must possess secrets unknown to him, which was equally dangerous from his perspective.

"Haha... You guys go ahead and play slowly. I'm hungry; Senior Brother, let's go eat some roast lamb." Seeing that Yang Zihao had almost fully recovered, Yao Muchen laughed and called out.

"Which courtyard is responsible for the Sifang Pavilion?" Jiang Chuhan tapped his fingers lightly on the table and asked indifferently.

Wang Chaoxiao pulled two glowing essence pearls from his chest, extended his hand, and placed them into Tulage's palm. "This—" Tulage lowered his head to gaze at the two pearls, staring at Wang Chaoxiao in utter astonishment. "Master, what is this?" Tulage suddenly felt as though he had anticipated something, yet simultaneously had no clue, causing his heart to flutter with an inexplicable tremor.

"Then we shall take her away. If we cannot take her, I don't mind executing her right here on the spot," the young man said calmly.

On the auction table, the final stone sculpture was that of a fallen angel. The fallen angel's wings were spread wide apart; one wing displayed a holy, pristine white, while the other wing was as pitch-black as ash. He looked as though he had just leaped up from the ground, his entire chest slightly leaning forward in a swooping posture.

"Such a fierce temper! You've really rebelled!" Yao Muchen's eyes widened in anger as he instantly summoned a flame seed. A layer of purplish flames, far more ferocious than the surrounding fire, immediately enveloped the creature. The snow-white Soul-Dissolving Powder shivered and hastily retracted its tentacle-like long hairs, while all the blades of light in the air vanished completely.