Chapter 63: Monthly Living Expenses of Three Thousand

"Apologies, it really is true that we arrived late."
"Something came up on the road, so we trust Miss Yu will be understanding."
Though the man spoke with a polite veneer and offered apologies, his gaze toward Yu Zi was filled with profound disdain.
Furthermore, both of their eyes swept up and down over Yu Zi's figure, as if they were appraising a piece of merchandise. Their eyes were...
Identical to a child's. Maglyas? Engels, you seemed deep in thought just now, what were you pondering?
Upon seeing Chen Tianming embrace her, Yang Jing instantly turned to stone, her mind blanking completely. After a moment, she hastily extended feeble hands in an attempt to push him away.
Before they had walked much further, Ling Yunxiao's vision suddenly brightened as he spotted a storefront along the street bearing a massive, blood-red skull emblem.
"Qiufeng." Yan Qiren was also filled with sorrow, worry, and guilt. Seeing Murong Qiufeng in such a state, for the very first time, he felt completely at a loss, not knowing what to do.
The sacrificial coming-of-age ceremony was inherently one of the most significant milestones in the life of any spirit-realm dweller, always conducted with great solemnity. Under Qiluan's arrangement, Su Ying's coming-of-age ceremony carried an even greater air of extravagance.
Having lost an excessive amount of vitality, Ling Feng's complexion instantly turned exceptionally pale, his spirit withered and his limbs sapped of strength. Facing this raging torrent of power, he could not help but furrow his brow.
"Guess." Qiluan propped his chin with his hand, turning sideways toward Su Ying, his eyes—resembling carved jade—flowing with a mesmerizing radiance.
"Young Master Rong, you truly jest. If I am not human, what else could I be?" Seeing Rong Tianxiang's cowardly demeanor, a playful smile surfaced across Ling Yunxiao's face.
The person's movements were exceedingly gentle. The silver crown was carefully removed, and fingers wove through his locks to tidy his long hair, bringing a soft and comforting warmth.
The First Crown Prince laughed triumphantly several times before returning to the Crystal Palace, surrounded by an entourage of shrimp soldiers and crab generals.
Regardless of the identity of the VIP who had suddenly called for this alumni gathering, Gao Jun genuinely had no desire to attend.
Seeing that Ye Meng had completed all preparations, Zhu Miaoqing did not hesitate for a moment; she snatched up that drop of celestial blood and swallowed it.
As time progressed, the fluctuations emanating from the region where Ye Meng resided grew increasingly terrifying. Within the perimeter shrouded by his energy ripples, all living beings were obliterated.
"We can't always have you treating us. I'll pick up the bill once we get off the bus." Even covered in blood, Gao Jun still remembered the etiquette of reciprocal courtesy.
Working in the same institution as one's boyfriend, commuting together, enjoying ten minutes of sweet banter after every forty-minute stretch, plus winter and summer vacations, along with decent income and benefits—there was simply no better life or job than this.
She knew that Gu Hao must harbor other motives upon his return this time, but she no longer wished to delve into them.
The immortals burst into fury; they could not possibly accept such a narrative and were resolved to fight them to the bitter end.
The temptation of this divine artifact was simply too immense; perhaps they could leverage it to break through to a realm otherwise unattainable to mortals.
The strength in his grip slackened for a fraction of a second, immediately followed by an even more surging undercurrent—ferocious and scalding, incessantly clamoring to tear her apart.
Yet the popularity of the Heaven-Opening Treasure was overwhelming, and the greed of martial practitioners caused those who had failed to forget the terror of death. Seeing Mu Chuchu lead her group toward the core region, the crowd instantly began to clamor.
"A person who deserves to die? Fine! Today, I, Chen Haoran, will make you die with absolute clarity." Chen Haoran summoned the box of silver needles from his nation-devouring space and thrust a ten-centimeter-long needle into an acupuncture point at the back of the serpent skin's head.
"Bai Fengli, I'm going to kill you!" Having said that, Yuan Yue angrily snatched up his father's long saber, rushed in front of Young Master Bai, and hacked down fiercely.
Everyone had just witnessed Zhao Yue enter the office beaming with radiance, yet now she emerged looking like Guan Yu, her face darkened like charcoal. Anyone with even a shred of brainpower knew she must have received a severe dressing-down from Chu Yifeng.