Chapter 142: Fang Wenxuan and Lin Hui Have a Falling Out

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"I wasn't running around wildly; I just went to have some dessert and a little wine..." Fang Wenxuan argued reasonably.

"How can you still talk back? Hmph..." Lin Hui gripped Fang Wenxuan's chin tightly, glaring at him with a fierce look. "How many times have I told you not to go to bars by yourself? Do you think that just because you're a police officer, you're fearless? Do you have any idea how chaotic bars are and what kind of people hang out there? If someone spikes your drink, would you even know? With your looks, if they wanted to mess with you, what despicable and shameless methods wouldn't they use..."

"Senior brother..." Fang Wenxuan looked at Lin Hui, intending to soften his tone, knowing after all that his senior brother had his best interests at heart.

"Calling me senior brother won't do any good—"

She took the box, and the moment she opened it, a wave of exotic fragrance rushed toward her. It was a scent she found vaguely familiar, though she couldn't remember where she had smelled it before. Looking closer, she realized the box contained a perfectly round, red pill.

"Hey, what are you looking for! Do you take this old man for air?!" That voice echoed through the tomb chamber once again, but Ling Yu could not determine which chamber it was coming from.

Suddenly, a star fell from the sky, dragging a bloody red tail like a scar across the vast, dim night.

The sensation of falling was suddenly halted. She let out a soft sound of surprise, not expecting the landing to be as terrifying as she had imagined. It didn't hurt at all, and actually felt rather comfortable.

Although Lin Nana knew that Li Yan being a full-element mage was of paramount importance, she wasn't a mage herself and lacked a profound understanding of what a full-element mage truly entailed, so she hadn't dwelled on it too much. Instead, it was Melinda's words that caught her attention.

Xiao Yan forced his state of mind to remain steady, preventing himself from losing his sanity, and began to diligently operate the Heavenly Arts to control the giant in resisting the fiend.

This was already the second time Yu Zhe had used this matter to threaten Zhao Gan. Having bitten the dust the first time, he had assumed Zhao Gan was just acting on a momentary impulse, but he never expected the same outcome the second time around. He felt a deep sense of fury, yet also complete and utter discouragement.

At the mention of this, she recalled Ye Chengxuan's words from earlier. What was it he said? It seemed he had simply told her to state her conditions?

Only then did Mengzhu realize this was Situ Xiao's residence within the Huaiyang military headquarters, which she figured was normally only occupied by him and his personal guard unit.

Could it simply be that she hadn't eaten properly for too many days, leaving her body dangerously weak?

Looking at the collapse of their powerful northern neighbor, these old men, though relieved of a heavy burden in their hearts, could not help but shed tears. After all, the socialist elder brother—no matter how domineering, arrogant, or bullying it had been—still held an unforgettable debt of gratitude toward the Republic.

Why was it that Pang Shanmin could unearth so many battlefield generals, while the vast Central Plains yielded so few?

The group had already been frightened to the core within the Taiyi Mysterious Realm, acting like startled birds. At this sight of five flying warships charging straight toward them with no intention of yielding the path whatsoever, they were terrified out of their wits.

The few Anbu operatives looked at each other in dismay, none of them speaking. To be honest, everyone naturally preferred operating outside; who would willingly wait in lonely isolation within this gloomy underground hideout?

After saying that, the Daoist priest spoke no more. With a swift turn and the retraction of the light screen, he vanished in a flash.

"Get up, everyone take your seats," Yang Bu said with a smile to the crowd. Having waited for a long time, everyone immediately dispersed in a clamor, scrambling to find their seats. The sound of them busily checking the nameplates on the backs of the chairs and calling out to friends echoed endlessly.

Indeed, this afternoon, Xiao Gang had set aside his work to personally visit the site to check on his subordinates and offer words of comfort.

The bizarre, flesh-like crest was where the Crimson Flame Python's venom was concentrated. The venom was extremely potent, bringing instant death upon contact.

Another fireball exploded, flipping an armored vehicle over. Its chassis was torn open by a massive breach, and the soldiers inside bled from their seven orifices, either killed by the concussive force or left completely deafened.

Looking at her grandfather and parents who were in such a rush to marry her off, Liu Liying cast a helpless expression toward Luo Qingyan.

The giant python slithered through the cave, poking its massive head out and flicking its tongue as it searched about, yet it failed to find its recent prey. It seemed somewhat baffled—how could a meal right at its mouth suddenly vanish into thin air?