Chapter 43 Termination of Cooperation

"Do not let other men touch you." Zuo Yelin, fully dressed, glanced coldly at Shi Ran, who was utterly exhausted. Without a shred of pity, he turned and left.

The heavy door slammed shut, plunging Shi Ran's heart into an abyss.

After regaining some strength, she washed herself and put her clothes back on.

In her heart, she wished this torturous journey would end sooner.

A heavy drowsiness washed over her.

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Meanwhile, Feng Ling'er had no idea what to do. With a bewildered expression, she looked toward Song Linan, hoping to find some useful method to follow.

Her bright eyes were filled with frost as she stared intently at the unrevealed owners inside the two carriages.

Anyway, she had her manager to take the blame. Managers weren't just there for booking gigs; when facing things she wanted to resist, she could have her manager turn them down and take the fall.

Yet things were different in the Beyond-the-Heavens. Just like Ancestor River Styx, once Kunpeng descended by possession into the lower realms, given his comprehension of the Dao of Devouring and the viciousness of the Devouring Law, the endless living beings and cultivators across the myriad realms would all become targets of his consumption.

Who would have thought that their dart-throwing performance actually turned out quite watchable? But by the end, they realized they were still far too innocent.

A mutant, fleeing for its life, had barely taken two steps when Bob blasted its thigh with a shotgun. The scattered steel pellets directly tore apart the flesh on its leg, exposing the white bone, while its body lost balance simultaneously. Slipping underfoot, it crashed face-first into the ground like a dog eating dirt.

In truth, even after hearing such explanations, Xia Yueran's parents still could not completely set their minds at ease.

She had impressively stepped into the Da Luo realm. Only upon achieving the status of a Da Luo immortal and deity would celebratory clouds and immortal light manifest. Without entering Da Luo, a cultivator's celebratory clouds and three flowers remained unstable, let alone capable of casting down immortal light.

"Of course, I will not lose. I am determined to win this Golden Fashion award. Although I lost one round, it doesn't mean I will lose the entire fashion show."

"Dear judging panel, if you don't wish to guess, you can just walk out. Now, please tell me, who do you want to enter the face-revealing zone?" Host Li Qi dropped a harsh ultimatum.

Word had it that her husband had once been ambushed and hunted down by hired killers from a rival firm during a trip out, and it was the First Madam who relied on her own martial prowess to save him.

At first, he thought he had misheard, or suspected it was the sound of rats or something similar. But after searching continuously for days, there wasn't a shadow of a mouse to be found, yet those sounds still cropped up from time to time.

His Highness had come to save him. Even though it was just a dream, he was overjoyed. In his previous dreams of His Highness coming to rescue him, His Highness always seemed unable to see the cell he was in, shouting his name outside while consistently bypassing this very place.

Looking out across the view, only the largest villa at the very back had its lights on. I guessed that must be our destination, and sure enough, Di Wu-yang skillfully parked the car right at the villa's entrance.

If she were to get embroiled in trouble and arrested at a time like this, the consequences were entirely self-evident.

Although the room retained a lingering stench of sweaty feet, I was too lazy to be picky anymore. Having a place to sleep was good enough. At the time, I really just wanted to crash and fall asleep immediately, but the thought of Sun Jingheng made me quickly call out to the big brother and ask to borrow his phone charger.

Accompanied by a moon-white sword-dao phenomenon rising behind him, countless sword auras intertwined and then converged into one, shooting forth in a brilliant beam.

Furthermore, the First Madam was exceptionally capable at management; previously, she and her husband had managed the company together.

Even if a Great Emperor perished, if they chose not to transform into the Dao, they would remain undecayed across eternity, indestructible by anything, until this world ceased to exist.

Standing one step ahead to his right was an elderly-looking man whose appearance wasn't particularly aged, though he had a slight hunch. In reality, this posture was a sign of respect toward the middle-aged man in a yellow dragon robe standing parallel to him.