Chapter 118: Kidnapping

"Right, I'll be direct. I intend to open a perfumery in Chang'an specializing in scents for women, called 'Incense Ash Joy.' I would like to invite you to oversee the shop."

Yao Niang paused, her silk fan mid-air. "Me? Are you sure? With my background, what kind of clientele do you expect to attract to your shop? The women from the pleasure quarters?"

"I will craft fragrances that every woman in the world can use, regardless of their station. But, for the moment, to make a name for ourselves, we must first cater to the nobility. In the future..."

I possess only a profound depth, a depth like that of the stars, a depth that makes one lose themselves in a single glance.

"They..." Huo Linxue started, but stopped herself, swallowing the words that had reached her lips. All the grievances would be resolved by her master; she firmly believed that one day, she would forget everything and start anew.

Chen Wei reached the bottom of the building and looked up. He hoped that after moving here, Liu Jie could begin a new life. This was all Chen Wei could do for her.

Qin Yuan let out a sudden roar. He grabbed a massive bronze tripod weighing over five hundred pounds and, seizing the moment while Huang Sen was lost in manic laughter, hurled it with all his might.

He Caixia was like a perfectly ripe peach—one that would spill its juices at the first bite.

As Qi Hai and Gu Chen descended from the sky, the expressions of the Dragon God Sect disciples shifted instantly, revealing looks of profound shock.

At this moment, this formidable figure, counted among the best in the Principality of Ainos, had muscles twitching uncontrollably on his face. His hands trembled slightly as he closed his eyes, his inner energy churning violently; it was clear his mood had soured to the extreme.

Shen Rou took two bottles of soda from the refrigerator and tossed one to Yang Ming, though he had no appetite to drink at the moment.

The man had a face full of bloated, aggressive flesh. His hand remained pressed firmly on Yang Ming’s shoulder, not letting go, as he flashed a sinister, toothy grin that made one feel nauseous.

Seeing Zhang Shaobai’s fists flying toward him, Yang Que did not dodge or retreat. He swept his hands in a gesture and chanted a spell; suddenly, a pitch-black, hideous giant ghostly face appeared before him! It opened its cavernous, blood-stained maw, eyes burning with malice, and lunged fiercely at Zhang Shaobai, bringing with it a thick, pungent, and revolting stench of decay.

"Senior Brother Zhao, Junior Brother Yang, if Yin Lingzi has been hiding in such an environment for years, hasn't his mastery of evil arts reached its pinnacle?" Sun Qiang hesitated for a moment before speaking to Zhao Xun and Yang Que.

He scanned his surroundings, highly vigilant, as if still on guard. Yet, as his eyes swept the area, they inadvertently brushed past the spot Ao Guang had just warned him about.

"Wh-what's wrong?" Hu Shubao, waking up in a daze, looked around in terror, only to be met by the stern, piercing gaze of her homeroom teacher, Lin Yayue.

Wang Bo had long since lost his patience. Since this was a dream, he naturally cast off many of his burdens. Lowering his head, he forcefully kissed Chen Panpan’s soft, red lips.

My heart was filled with confusion. I still do not understand what he is investigating. Could it be my array disc? The more I think about it, the more plausible it seems. Tian Jian must have some method of perception; he sensed something, and that is why he made me fight the Heavenly Demon Saint—to see my true hand.

Bai Yan smiled. "A-Lang." A complex wave of emotion surged in his chest. This was the first time since his flight that Bai Yan had encountered someone from the Bai clan.

Li Tian’s words left everyone present bewildered. It was either yes or no; what was this "both yes and no" business?

Then, he placed them into a wooden box about a foot long and half a foot high. Xin Qiu took a stealthy peek: Good heavens! There was nearly half a box full.

His name was Luan Yi, the very youth Tian Xiangwu had sent to his death at Lady Cai’s residence. Back then, Yang Que had only severed one of his arms, deliberately letting him return to deliver the message.