Chapter 164: You Apply, I Approve

Su Qingli shook her head. "Nothing's wrong. What is it?"
"Manager, I'd like to take an extended leave."
"Extended leave? How long?"
The little girl spread her arms wide. "About... this, this long."
...
When Li An lowered his gaze to get a clear look at the person's face, he was astonished to find it was none of other than Liu Mengqi, the very person they had traveled thousands of miles from Gaohe to Tianchi to find. Though momentarily stunned, he still remained silent.
Now, with the Dao Tree in the two-dimensional Dao realm and the deterrent Dao fruit core in the cosmic material realm, if he could forge a dark matter primordial spirit, he might truly become invincible across the entire Milky Way.
Song Qingge had actually known about the rivalry between these two women for quite some time, but he chose not to mediate. Both were once monarchs of paramount power, and now they were sisters of the same rank; their bickering was mostly just playful banter and would never escalate to drawing swords against each other.
Resisting her impatience, she pushed open the door and forced herself to look calmly at Old Woman Zhao, who was spreading rumors and stirring up trouble.
The moment Lu Man stepped out of the interrogation room, Kurapika spoke up eagerly, having seemingly waited outside for quite a while.
Unrushed, Chen Xiwei took a deep breath, slowed down her washing routine, and splashed cold water onto her face a few times, letting the chilling sensation stimulate her and fully wake her up.
Eventually finding their pace too slow, Zhao Ming sat on a hill several thousand meters away, quietly watching while dipping his feet into the lake to soak them, inadvertently flushing out a giant old turtle over three meters long.
At the same time, he thought of Li Yun, a benefactor in his life. Without her, he probably would never have met Wu Kaiji and Shen Weiming, and many things would not have gone so smoothly.
The two walked together toward the western edge of the village, where the road led to the neighboring Wang Village.
However, Zhao Yin was Zhao Yin, and the Zhao family was the Zhao family. There was truly no need to implicate the entire Zhao house in Zhao Yin's individual actions.
Those who deserved to be killed would never be spared, but there was also no need to blindly suppress neutral factions that could potentially be won over.
"As an agility-type soul master, you have the nerve to say you couldn't even outrun Tang Wulin and Xie Xie!" Gu Yue said, having descended from the air at some unknown moment, looking at Xie Xie with an expression of utter disdain.
Whitened bones shattered through the ground. Eight-armed Asuras constructed of bone brandished various weapons with majestic expressions, yet their hollow eyes were filled with unbridled violence.
She had entered the palace at the same time as Jiang Xian. It was already bad enough that Jiang Xian had stolen the Emperor's favor, but now she had even beaten her to becoming pregnant.
Hearing Lu Bu's plea for mercy, Cao Cao's eyes flashed with a hint of mockery. Without a word, he exchanged a glance; Xu Chu and Dian Wei understood immediately and applied three parts more force to their grips.
The moment he looked up, Luo Yucheng could clearly see his facial features and appearance, though the stains on his face did not seem to be wiped clean. He wore a tattered cloak, and his voice sounded timid and cowardly.
A soul master's complete combat power consisted of their martial soul, soul skills, and soul power. However, inside the Slaughter City, just by stripping away soul skills, a soul master's combat power would experience a sheer, cliff-like drop.
A sharp gleam flashed in Yu Yuanzhen's eyes, and he cast a calm, indifferent glance at Salas, who had remained silent from the very beginning.
During these past dozens of days, Guan Hai's recruitment of troops clearly gave the generals of Cao's camp a much more pleasant experience than being unruly Yellow Turban bandits.
With that, Jiang Zhuofan could not help but pull Feng Qianyu into his embrace. Deep inside, he felt an overwhelming sense of shame; failing to protect her was one thing, but he had actually dragged her into a death trap. As a man, how could his conscience ever rest?
This was the first time Bai Shu learned of Ling Wen'er's past, yet he was not surprised at all, because in his heart, Ling Wen'er was always supposed to be like this.
Lin Xinmei hurried out, but the elevator didn't move. She poked her head into the stairwell, yet where was there any trace of Jiang Zhuofan? Suddenly, a chill rose from the soles of her feet, and she realized she was standing barefoot on the cold tiles of the staircase.