Chapter 44: Guests Guess Each Other Based on Clues

Gu Xiaomo frowned slightly, a hint of disdain in her expression. After all, the people online couldn’t see her face. She began to recall all the artists she had worked with, or hadn’t worked with but had heard of—who among them had a troubled family background? The other three female guests were also scratching their heads in confusion, and one of them began to guess wildly, “Wang Dong, Li Qing, Zhang Qi…”

The director had to interject, “Contestant Number Five, please take this seriously. Think before you answer.”

Looking at the bright light in Xuanyuan’s eyes, Hu Ao laughed, nodded, and said, “Now that is what a great emperor of the Immortal Realm should look like—Xuanyuan, the Yellow Emperor. Keep cultivating. Three thousand years from now, we shall meet at Purple Cloud Mountain.” As soon as he finished speaking, a beam of light flashed, and Hu Ao vanished into the void.

It was a small yet exquisitely crafted box, its material unknown.

“I’m glad as well, if you don’t mind the rainwater on my hand,” Lei nodded at him, smiling as he extended his left hand, though he didn’t rush to shake hands. This was the most basic courtesy.

“I won’t ask a second time. Tell me,” Li Xin’s icy voice sounded again. The old patriarch and the others were startled—this damned fellow.

In other words, after Locke left, if this group wanted to cook anything in that pot, Lantis would have to be present—or at the very least, someone who knew magic.

Don’t tell me you’re thinking of dining and dashing again? I’m telling you, I’m not going this time… Getting caught last time was a nightmare.

Hearing her steady breathing, he quietly retreated outside the “door” and gently closed it behind him.

Lin Wei nodded, his gaze instinctively glancing at Felinsia’s smooth neck from the corner of his eye.

He worked himself to the bone and barely made a little over ten thousand a month, which was already considered excellent among his classmates. Yet compared to Zhao Tianming, he was nothing! Barely out for a short while, Zhao was raking in tens of thousands.

The Heaven-Swallowing Fire Python, relying on its thick hide and flesh, thought it would be like last time and didn’t bother dodging, charging head-on in an attempt to heavily wound Emperor Xie again.

As Bai Ye traveled, Gu Chengyi made sure to keep an eye out, reminding Bai Ye to gather necessary materials whenever possible.

“Now, all disciples participating in the trial, please take a moment to prepare. The test will officially begin in a quarter of an hour.” Smiling gently on the stage, Jiang Yingfu then led the other two elders off the platform.

But the next second, the familiar shrill sound of sirens rang out. The boss sensed something was wrong and ordered the vehicles to retreat quickly.

An Yi was about to refuse, but at that moment, her gaze caught the butler Yan behind her, who subtly shook his head at her.

Jiang Chen made a show of it, loudly shouting, “Zhang Zhiyuan’s men are killing! Zhang Zhiyuan’s men are killing! They don’t want to distribute the grain, they want to kill!” He even pretended to be struggling fiercely with the county constable.

Several people were shackled by chains, their spiritual energy unable to circulate around them, but no matter how they struggled, they couldn’t break free.

Henry Pope’s words seemed to echo in his ears again. Berik bit his lip, his grip on the baton loosening a little.

One day, he arrived at Stephen Sen’s doorstep. Gazing at the luxurious estate, a plan immediately formed in his mind.

With her eyes lowered, Li Lan glanced at the hand extended before her but did not respond. Instead, she raised her eyes to look at Bai Ye. On her refined, deep-set features was a faint, smiling expression, her slightly raised brows and eyes exuding a touch of untamed wildness.

He knew Shen Jiaming had gotten in touch with Su Ke’er, but he truly didn’t know Su Ke’er was coming back. The only reason he sent Lin Bixiao to represent the Su family at the banquet was to avoid running into Shen Jiaming.

He had to do this, because he didn’t want Ouyang Nannan to be hurt. He simply wanted to fulfill her wish.

Even when they reached the Immortal Realm and the Three Thousand Worlds became nothing but past memories, his mother still always believed that Ye Machen must be secretly scheming something, somewhere no one knew.