Chapter 181 Four Big Shots Dining Together (Part 1)
In Tianlan City, the ancient gray-white stone walls of the courtyard stand tall.
The camellias were still in full bloom, and the front hall was wide open. The cooks, trembling, put down the food and walked faster than they could run.
The four people who were forcibly brought in once again clearly occupied a corner of the living room.
The Buddhist monk sat by the window, his snow-white robes spotless. He was turning a string of new sandalwood prayer beads with his eyes closed, exuding an aura of detachment and aloofness.
The Demon Lord leaned against the doorway, his arms crossed, tapping absently on the doorframe. His long, curled eyelashes cast small shadows on his pale face, and his pupils were indistinct.
The demon king at the innermost part sat lazily in a wooden chair, flipping through "Little Junior Sister" with great interest. A faint smile played on his lips as he glanced at the two people in turn before fixing his gaze on Shen Yu, who was sitting by the dining table.
Shen Yu keenly sensed the killing intent, but was too lazy to turn his head. The boy slightly raised his chin, his high ponytail drawing a neat arc as he stood up, his amber pupils looking openly out of the hall, it was self-evident who he was waiting for.
Meanwhile, the leaders of various CP (couple pairing) fan groups are also getting restless, starting a new round of verbal battles.
Tang Wanwan stood firmly with Mo Ziyan by the lotus pond.
The little tower and the Chaos Beast resolutely defended the Demon King Luo Chuan.
Tuowu spoke with righteous indignation, his eyes wide and fierce. He didn't forget to pat Xiwu, who was yawning beside him.
Changliu is the only one who is alone.
But the head steward wasn't worried at all, because he had already rewarded everyone in the courtyard who was on duty, and the young master's prestige was already at its highest.
Rongxing, who was the only one who didn't participate in the war, curled his lip.
Who would have thought that several of the most renowned figures in the entire fantasy continent would one day break the taboo of kings not meeting and sit at the same table for a meal because of a woman?
Hiss—Rosewood is terrifying.
Bored while waiting, Rongxing had a sudden inspiration and simply took out the little turtle from his pocket and shook it up and down.
These days, even the most gifted young astrologists are starting to worry about other people's love lives.
As a result of the divination, his fortune-telling career suffered a complete setback. The red threads were in utter chaos!
Rongxing was stunned for a moment, doubting that his major was not relevant, so he tried divination again, unwilling to give up. The result was the same three times in a row.
The end of metaphysics is still metaphysics. He remained silent for a moment, intending to ask the opinions of the two people beside him first.
"Zhaoheng, Fengyi, who do you two support?"
Zhao Heng, who was eating a snack, tilted her head and thought for a moment, "I support Hua Li."
Rongxing waved his hand, "I'm talking about you, who do you support being with Huali?"
Zhao Heng nodded. "I support Hua Li."
Rongxing: "......" Okay, this is a die-hard fan of Huali.
He turned to look at Feng Yi, "Feng Yi, what about you?"
Feng Yi remained somewhat silent after leaving the Floating Realm. Having been alone for so long, he was still quite unaccustomed to suddenly being immersed in such a lively environment.
Feng Yi paused, a hint of sadness flashing in his eyes, "When it comes to matters of the heart, who can truly understand them?"
"Oh."
Suddenly, a clear and cold sneer broke the frozen air in the hall.
Wen Jin looked down at his hands, the tapping of his fingertips carrying a heart-stopping rhythm.
His voice was somber, his possessiveness undisguised. "Is something as complicated as love?"
"That is a rose that I nurtured with my heart's blood. Anyone who dares to take her away, I will personally skin them alive and throw them into the icy pool forever!"
The air suddenly turned three degrees colder.
Sitting to the side, Shen Yu turned slightly, her bright eyes like tempered, cold stars, arrogant and sharp, "Rose you planted yourself?"
"Who doesn't know that Sunset City is lifeless and barren? Save those bluffing words for your brainless subordinates." The young general's eyes were like those of a hawk. "If you dare to touch her, my Canglan Iron Hoof will be the first to flatten your gloomy graveyard."
The air is getting even colder.
On the edge of the storm, Luo Chuan maintained his nonchalant demeanor. The gilded mask concealed the murderous intent surging in the Demon King's eyes; only the crushed Cursed Heart Butterfly in his hand knew his true thoughts.
If we act now, Xiaohuali will definitely realize something is wrong, given her intelligence.
She still feels affection for them, but if this matter is exposed, he will be at a disadvantage.
It would be better to wait until the group is alone and then clear away these obstructive things one by one.
Just as Wen Jin and Shen Yu were about to fight, Lian Zhuo suddenly looked up.
"Amitabha."
“Deep-seated attachments are the fires of karma.” The Buddhist disciple’s voice remained calm, yet it contained an unprecedented pressure, more like a declaration than a persuasion.
"If anyone tries to force her, this humble monk will have no choice but to act with the wrath of Vajra, out of great compassion... to send you all off from this world forever, and to ascend to the Pure Land as soon as possible."
boom--
It was over 30 degrees Celsius, and the room was so cold it felt like it was about to freeze.
Tang Wanwan rubbed her arms, her eyes darting back and forth. Good heavens—good heavens indeed—
What kind of people has this unlucky girl, Huali, ever messed with?!
Wen Jin was surrounded by a chilling, deathly stillness, like the Styx River flowing backwards.
The longsword, Chen Yu, hummed, its killing intent solidified, its sharp edge aimed directly at all threats.
Luo Chuan narrowed his heterochromatic eyes, ice crystals forming on his fingertips, watching the two tigers fight from the sidelines.
As the Sanskrit characters on the lotus-washed monk's robe appeared, the Zen-like tranquility of the extinction of all phenomena suddenly descended!
Just as the four forces were about to collide, a clear, bell-like sound rang out.
"Ao Bai, slow down!"
A small figure appeared at the archway!
Almost simultaneously, the oppressive atmosphere in the living room vanished, and the moment the four people turned around, their pupils suddenly contracted!
The newcomer was exquisitely beautiful, with a few strands of soft hair damp with sweat clinging to her smooth forehead.
Her little face was flushed; she was clearly really hot.
The sleeves of the little girl's tulle dress had been cut off, revealing her slender, snow-white arms. The hem of the long dress was tattered, as if chewed by a dog, and her chubby little legs were exposed to the air.
After regaining her balance, she politely wiped the sweat from her forehead with her small hand, and gave the petrified group a slightly embarrassed yet slightly smug smile, "Sorry I'm not late, am I?"
The little girl stretched out her arms and twirled around, eagerly showing it off, "It's so hot! This is my new dress design, isn't it pretty?"
Almost instantly—
The four outer robes flew towards Xiaohuali at the same time.
Everyone in the courtyard, including the four bigwigs, suddenly turned around and closed their eyes.
The little girl, who had just turned around, was swallowed up by a sea of messy clothes before she could finish speaking.
Tang Wanwan, who was now only paralyzed from the waist up, rushed in front of Huali and roared, "Put it on, put it on, put it on right now!"
Huali tried to fight against the disabled person, saying, "Why? All the other children are dressed like this, and I'm really hot."
"Goodness gracious, I'll get you a set of ice-type magic robes right away."
Huali shook her head, "Wanwan's robes are beautiful, but they're useless."
"How could that be!" Tang Wanwan exclaimed in shock. "With that level of coolness, even a Foundation Establishment cultivator would get diarrhea at night."
At this moment, Feng Yi, who was nearby, spoke up: "The power within Hua Li's body is disordered. No matter what kind of clothing it is, it's no different from being wrapped in a quilt for her."
Huali nodded immediately: "Yes, Wanwan, don't worry. I know a little girl's belly shouldn't be shown to others, so I only showed her arms and legs."
Tang Wanwan looked at Huali's face, which was pleading for praise, and the refusal she was about to say stuck in her throat.
She swallowed her words, her neck stiff, and nodded, "...My dad sent over a lot more dresses. If you like them, I can help you cut some out..."
Huali's eyes lit up, and she softly hugged Tang Wanwan's leg, "Wow, Wanwan is so nice."
Ao Bai rolled his eyes in disgust as he looked at Tang Wanwan's ears, which had turned bright red instantly.
"Has absolutely no principles..."
"Ao Bai, come here quickly, there's lots of delicious food!"
"Meow meow meow!" What are principles? King Meow has never had any!
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