<<Previous Chapter Index Next Chapter>> Translator: lordjoker Editor: Spectre “An old daoist of Qingyang Temple saved me. He killed the vampire and treated the virus that invaded my body,” Xia Yan said. He had already made up convenient excuses in the taxi and Desireless Daoist was the most suitable excuse possible.
<<Previous Chapter Index Next Chapter>> Translator: lordjoker Editor: Spectre “The Cleaners will obviously deal with this matter, but they will at most make it look like a sudden death,” the old daoist said carelessly.
<<Previous Chapter Index Next Chapter>> Translator: lordjoker Editor: Spectre “F*ck!” Xia Yan cursed out loud. The sight of the wings on this guy’s back was too shocking. [He can fly? How can we fight him? No matter how strong the skeleton soldier is, it can’t fly.]
<<Previous Chapter Index Next Chapter>> Translator: lordjoker Editor: Spectre “My master has taken a liking to your friends, and it’s their greatest honor,” the man from Nanyu said.
<<Previous Chapter Index Next Chapter>> Translator: lordjoker Editor: Spectre “If a wrestling contestant can do whatever he wants, then what do we need police for?” Xia Yan sneered. He had been curbing his anger since he read the material sent by Dong Quan and he wasn’t any different from a barrel of gunpowder that might explode at any moment. He had come to Music Plaza to relax, but he hadn’t been able to vent…
<<Previous Chapter Index Next Chapter>> Translator: lordjoker Editor: Spectre Yan Xiaoqing? Xia Yan mulled it over. He found this name familiar-sounding and he couldn’t help but look at the stage carefully. He got to see a young girl with a good figure clad in clothes that exposed her thighs, and he managed to recognize her despite her heavy makeup. This was none other than the girl who had run out of Dong Feng’s…
<<Previous Chapter Index Next Chapter>> Translator: lordjoker Editor: Spectre “What?” Zhao Man shouted in surprise. “Are you planning to recognize this engagement? How can you take seriously a promise made under the influence of alcohol? What’s more, Fang Le’er won’t marry a charlatan.”
<<Previous Chapter Index Next Chapter>> Translator: lordjoker Editor: Spectre “Did he really leave?” Fang Le’er leaned against the seat in the car and spoke in surprise. Xia Yan had left without any hesitation, which was out of her expectations.
