Chapter 102: Lin Bing Throws Boiling Water at Fang Wenxuan—“You Are My Pillar of Strength”

“Mo Han, so you’re also in this city,” Fang Wenxuan said happily as he looked at Mo Han. Although Mo Han hadn’t studied alongside him and Xue Youjun for over ten years, he had lived in the same dormitory with Fang Wenxuan for four years. Back then, Fang Wenxuan often bullied Mo Han, making him buy meals, fetch water, or hang out the quilts. Now that he had graduated and no longer had Mo Han as a roommate, it truly felt strange.

“Yes, I didn’t expect you, Fang Wenxuan, to be in this city either, and to have become a criminal investigator,” Mo Han replied with a smile.

“I kept it a secret and didn’t tell anyone,” Fang Wenxuan said.

“You came here all by yourself—can you really endure the loneliness?” Mo Han teased.

What she didn’t know was that since early morning, after meeting Xue Ji, Fang Wenxuan’s entire heart was devoted to her. He barely had time to protect her, let alone harm her.

Sha Island resembled a tropical island from a previous life. The soil was sandy, with no vegetables growing, but plenty of coconut trees and coconuts. Upon stepping ashore, a faint smell of seafood wafted through the air, causing A Jiu’s stomach to churn with nausea.

At that moment, Zhang Sanfeng, who had been dozing on a chair beneath the statue, opened his eyes a slit. His lips moved slightly, releasing a drifting, ethereal voice.

Above its head, flesh and scales merged to form a crown, studded with luminous pearls.

Under such circumstances, it made no difference to Tian Yonghua whether she married Gu Yan or Gu Yong.

While cleaning, Gu Yunzhi took the opportunity to memorize the layout and was relieved not to have encountered Zhong Rui.

“You are not qualified to compete with us for the Divine Sky Sword,” the pair said in unison as their eyes opened on the blade, scrutinizing the three. None of them had achieved the pinnacle of the Profound Immortal stage.

With the Phoenix Butterflies present, every path they traveled was smooth. Wherever the ground was uneven, tree roots extended and wove into a flat carpet. Branches blocking the way naturally moved aside.

The corpse demon turned its gaze to Leng Yan, seemingly enraged by the Thunderball. With a furious roar, it vanished as a fleeting shadow, only to reappear behind Leng Yan.

She wasn’t sure if, had Nalan Heng not pulled her back, she would have acted. If she had, trouble would have followed—for both herself and Nalan Heng.

Su Qingge had already been studying her eating habits, temper, tone, and voice for five years.

Meng Po remained silent, wanting to say something but unable to speak. This was a man she never expected to see again in her lifetime, yet here he was, standing right before her eyes.

“I’ll distract them, then you go in. I only know the general location. Once inside, keep moving inward for about a hundred meters. There should be a room or something. This is just an estimate—you still need to find it yourself,” An Min explained, looking prepared.

“Nalan Heng, why don’t you say anything? I’m crazy, truly mad,” Xiao Yuyin whispered softly through the thick rain curtain.

Ziyi nodded vigorously beside her, already completely enchanted by Tang Nan’s handsome face. It was as if under a spell—whatever Tang Nan said, Ziyi obeyed.

Ye Chanyi watched Zhao Siqi’s panicked figure with a sneer, thinking that though she was clinging desperately, she didn’t have the courage to act seriously.

“Why wait until tomorrow? Let’s leave the city first to avoid Lord Cao’s reluctance to let you go,” Liu Ye said with a laugh after their goal was achieved.

As soon as Li Yunmu finished speaking, his whole body tensed, ready to flee at any moment. He wasn’t sure if he could escape among beasts ranked at the level of a wild beast.

Xue Li also noticed that aside from the Golden Tiger, there seemed to be no one else in the great canyon. His previous worries appeared to have been in vain.

Moreover, Wu San had full confidence in Old Zhang’s skills. In a fair bet, the gambler’s chance of winning was almost zero. If someone cheated, Old Zhang’s judgment of the cards would not be significantly flawed. He wouldn’t force the stakes so high otherwise.