Chapter 53
Watching the retreating figures of the two, Qiong'er's eyes flickered slightly. What on earth did they want to ask her? Why did the conversation all night long constantly revolve around her origins? Could they be mistaking her for someone else?
At this moment, Bo Yanhe was sitting on a swing, holding a rabbit in her arms. Jiang Li glanced around, but could not catch sight of Liu Yan's figure anywhere.
Watching her run out of the doorway, turn a corner, and vanish from sight, Chu Chenxia's gaze dropped, and his eyes grew distant. While he stood there in a daze, Steward Ma hurried over toward this side.
"Does this mean we will never be able to get out..." Tong Mei, whose constitution was already rather delicate, wore an expression of utter despair on her face at this moment.
"Hmph!" Even though this wretched girl had become prettier, Duan Yunzao still felt she thoroughly detested that cheap, obnoxious demeanor of hers.
It would have been better if Wang Ze had not asked. The moment he did, Zhao Chunqin's gaze was once again drawn to the mutilated remains of Shi Rong, causing her to lean against the wall beside her and retch uncontrollably.
"I will not conceal it from Brother Jiu, that is indeed the case. Therefore, as long as we acquire the ultimate formation, we can possess a massive amount of purple crystal cannons in a short period of time. This is also the reason why we choose not to engage in deep cooperation with Brother Jiu." After a moment of thought, Li Xingchen spoke truthfully.
"Are you still the Chu Chenxia I know? Is there any need to sneak around like this?" Seeing him enter the room, Liu Yan still felt uneasy and peered through the window to observe the situation outside.
Yet no matter how frighteningly he roared, and despite his thunder techniques not pausing for even a fraction of a second, the strange thing was that up until now, Grand Patriarch Sunflower had not been struck by so much as a single bolt.
Outside the city walls, Hanjia led a troop of men in a frantic and bloody charge. The forces of Tuyuhun had already begun to rout, utterly incapable of maintaining even the most basic formation.
Tiangua had no experience with such spectacles either, having never lived through this kind of scene. However, since the other party had come motivated by a sense of righteousness and offered a well-intentioned gesture, he certainly could not refuse. Consequently, he led his disciples to take up residence within the governor's mansion.
"Easily said, easily said," Feng Ji said as he pulled Yun Bing away. As the two walked outside, their divine senses remained lingering within the grand hall to eavesdrop on Tiangua's words.
Liang Chen increasingly felt that the matter was full of bizarre twists. What on earth was going on? What kind of person could instantly sever the tendons of the hands and feet of over thirty fierce men? And treat more than thirty people as if they were nothing more than ants?
The dealer panicked and stammered out an explanation, immediately collapsing to his knees before Zhuang Sixian, kowtowing incessantly to beg for mercy.
On the holographic screen, the enemy fleet had actually broken through a gap in the encirclement and was retreating in an orderly fashion. Glancing at the casualty statistics on the side, which still showed 362 warships remaining, Xiao Cheng could not help but admire the opposing commander. To still manage a breakthrough under such circumstances was truly remarkable.
Although Zhang Baiyue was bold, the Jedi was notorious as a place of absolute death. He had previously tested the waters eight steps away from the Jedi, and realized that entering such a place alone was truly not something to be attempted lightly. He hurriedly put forward his suggestion.
Qin Yurong's face was flushed red with excitement, fire dancing in her eyes as she clenched her fists tightly; she was determined to vent all the frustration she had harbored in her heart over the past two days.
In truth, Li Yan possessed exceptional temperament and talent alike. Yet Zhu Cilang felt that he could play a far greater role serving the imperial court; dispatching him to a distant place like Nanyang or Indonesia would only serve to restrict his abilities.
The senior executives sat together with An Liang. Aside from the initial toast they raised collectively, every single fellow seemed to have prearranged it, taking turns standing up to toast An Liang.
The moment that ferocious visage entered his field of vision, Ye Fei shuddered involuntarily. His mind was instantly hurled back to that autumn two years ago.
Brooke recalled the scene earlier where William tore Absalom apart with his bare hands. At the very least, he was unquestionably certain of one thing: the man was utterly ruthless and dangerous.
The two figures leaned against each other under the gentle moonlight, creating a scene of absolute harmony and warmth. Suddenly, a trace of envy welled up within.
Having risked his very life to obtain these spoils, only to have someone else swoop in and reap the benefits, how could Ye Fei possibly feel anything other than resentment? He knew that once this job succeeded, he would have completely fulfilled his mission, yet this bastard had actually lurked behind his back to pull such a dirty trick.
"There's still one breath left in him, I'll leave it to you to exact your revenge." William looked toward Sherlock, who was gripping his revolver tightly.
After Guan Xu uttered his agreement, the atmosphere in the arena softened, no longer as confrontational as it had been at the start.
Could it be that only a single room remained, which was why it was assigned to him, though it was actually in accordance with Elder Qingming's intentions?
"Master Huang, please!" Setting aside his previous arrogance, Li Liciteng bowed deeply to him in greeting, then shifted his feet lightly, struck a posture, and spoke.
It was simply unfortunate that Master Yuding had previously been injured by Zhenyuanzi while attempting to block him, and before he could fully recover, he was suddenly struck in the back by a universe ruler wielded by Qiongxiao.
Compared to these figures, the far weaker Tiansha kept a much lower profile. Although ranked twelfth on the Blood List, he could stir up bloody storms in any major district he walked into, yet compared to peerless entities like the living masked martial artist, the Thousand-Faced Butcher, the Crying Ghost, and the Blood Phoenix, he fell short by a full tier.
Seeing that he could not persuade Wei Bi to change back to his original form of address, Shang Yu gently explained his current objective of securing land for the common people.
"It really was fake!" Upon witnessing this scene, Suojia uttered coldly, raising his head to scan the surrounding area.
Dapeng was momentarily stunned. His grandfather had sent him here—that was certainly a possibility! But wasn't his grandfather making a fuss over nothing? While he dared not claim supremacy across the entire cultivation world, among the younger generation of the aristocratic clans, his strength was unquestionably the absolute highest. Could it be that his grandfather still doubted him?
Upon the city wall, that lethal warrior Mo Si had finally reappeared after vanishing for half a day. Was he bringing a pardon, or death?
Her duel with Duguhou was not a matter of mere victory or defeat, but rather the very prize of this final match—the Marquis Token.
"Strike... Woo!" Accompanied by a piercing, mournful howl, the next moment... a series of harrowing, wailing sounds erupted from all around the white building.
The bearded man's face flushed a mottled red and white. Just as he wanted to retort, he lowered his head once more and remained silent.
Year after year the blossoms resemble one another, yet year after year the people change. That old man was none other than Lin Longqing. With Lin Jianlan abducted by Lin Fengfeng, seeking him out to protect his safety was a matter of duty. Furthermore, he could never shake his lingering concerns regarding Lin Jianlan's birth and the identity of the mysterious man in white, ultimately forcing him to step back into the jianghu once more.