Chapter 44: A Soft Heart

Qu Bainan gave a low hum, pressing his thumb gently against her lips. "The nearest police station is about a half-hour drive from here. Though time is tight, it’s still manageable."

The man's voice was husky, tinged with a hint of reckless confidence. Chen Su widened her eyes in disbelief.

By the time she registered what was happening, her lower back was already pressed against the steering wheel.

She recalled how, back at the Ye family, her biological mother had been trampled underfoot by the legitimate wife, publicly insulted and humiliated in front of the servants.

The Furious Dragon Emperor was now seething with rage. Harnessing the power of a demigod of the Heavenly Dao, he unleashed a furious punch that struck Lin Tianyou with overwhelming force.

There were too many concerns—whether the standoff between the Qin and Su families or the relations between uncle and sister-in-law—none of these allowed for such a step.

In her mind, she seemed to see a man: impeccably dressed in a suit, with short golden hair, a high-bridged nose, and icy blue eyes gazing at her. Though expressionless, his eyes conveyed care and affection.

“If that’s not possible, then bring out another fifteen taels of silver!” Feng Changxia’s tone was resolute, unwilling to let her suffering be in vain.

As they approached within thirty zhang of the canyon’s center, Long Mu finally caught sight of a flower about to bloom, brimming with potent spiritual energy.

Song Luer lowered her head. He already had a family; even if he liked her, he could not easily show it.

Li Ge formed ghostly hand seals, and a flame leapt from his hands, swirling around the jade horse.

They hadn’t even seen how the Sea-Filling Corpse Emperor had struck before the towering zombie was flung several meters away.

Still, she clung tightly to Sikou Ting, fearful that her yin nature might allow the restless souls of the wrongfully dead to possess her.

“He called me just as he was leaving, but then not a single call afterward—as if he vanished from the world,” Bai Ping said softly.

“An hour or so might be enough! Let’s ascend along this cliff wall—perhaps there’s a cave above where we can hide!” Zhou De glanced at the towering rock face.

Zhou Chen followed the sound and saw a young man clad in armor. His long hair was tied beneath his helmet, his eyes sharp and resolute—embodying the spirit of a soldier.

“Ha, truly overestimating yourselves. You’re but a patched-together pseudo-immortal. Today, I, the Demon Emperor Bifang, shall show you what true immortal power is!” With that, a demonic hook appeared in his hand, lightly slashing at the swiftly approaching crimson streak.

“I did not!” Hei Shisan’s body suddenly stiffened, frozen in place, afraid to move an inch.

The position of the Finance Department within Ziyu Home Textiles revealed its importance: the innermost room housed the chairman’s office, with the general manager’s office and finance department adjacent, each occupying one side.

She wanted to live well and comfortably—this would inevitably block someone’s path. After all, by her side stood Ming Zongquan.

When she grew tired, she would sip a drop of spiritual spring nectar, which acted even more effectively than a Red Bull, instantly restoring her vitality and readiness to tackle the next challenge.

Perhaps to confirm Lin En’s intuition, the unleashed phantom beast remained motionless, then crumbled slowly alongside the broken phoenix tail that had fallen to the ground, turning into scattered sparks like ashes.

As for the other three peaks, Bu Shuang knew nothing of them—could not even name a single one.

Upon hearing a voice, Lin En had a premonition. She walked over, drew back the curtain, and found, just as she expected, that the figure outside was Julie.

In the village, a few households indeed grew string beans in their own courtyards, which others could not interfere with.