Poison Genius Consort - Chapter 217: Wangfei didn’t lose face

Planets died, gods fell.After the Dharma Realm collapsed, humanity lost all its protectors.Now.“Anomaly” and “Catastrophe” began to invade the Human World.As the Dark Age approached, a soul from Blue Star transcended and arrived...

The Night Has Come, and kermesinus moon ascends in the sky.Hoarse whispers flow at the street corners, and brass steam machines spew out bloody mist.Your brain is singing a hymn, eyes are chanting a melody.Skin cracks, and flesh buds swell.Amidst the Mist, the wall of flesh that has devoured thousands of corpses wails endlessly—“Weep not, our players don't bite, they just want to play with you.”Annan, the lone strategist, the top player, the savior of the mist-covered continent, the leader of the Thirteen Saints, the friend of the Twelve True Gods, the king of pioneers, “the Just”, the Gatekeeper of the Fourth Calamity, the uncrowned deity, advised kindly.

After her rebirth, Yun Shifei returned to her fifteen-year-old self, just when she became the true daughter of a wealthy family.The well-behaved and timid Shi Fei only wanted to live her own small life well.Who knew she would get involved with the Great Demon King.In her memory, this big shot was extremely ruthless, squandering the family fortune, watching his brother die coldly, and sending his father to prison.But now, the big shot is quiet, obedient, easy to bully, and loves sticking to her.Yun Shifei's heart softened, and she tried hard to protect him.Yet one day, the little poor thing she sheltered pulled her into his arms to kiss her.She was utterly shocked.He looked innocent and said: 'I heard this is a way to express liking. Don't you like me?'That's what it means, but why does something feel off?!

It was understood that this was a capitalist country, where the possession of the greatest amount of capital determined to whom the nation effectively belonged.The smile that had been resting on William Sheffield’s face was abruptly erased as his expression turned cold. In a tone laced with determination, it was demanded by him that the police be contacted immediately so that they could crush those who stood in their way. The reasoning behind his words seemed clear: if such actions had been taken before by someone like Rockefeller, then why should it not also be possible for Sheffield?A sense of irony hung in the air as the sentiment was expressed—this was America, where each day seemed to unfold as though it were part of an ongoing shootout, with battles fought not just with guns but with power, influence, and wealth.