Chapter 106: Incorporating the Ghost Estate, the Demon King's Gift of Gratitude

“???”

Wan Niang stood frozen in place, utterly bewildered.

Was this fellow being a little too disrespectful toward her?

Should she attack or not?

This undead seemed malicious, yet not malicious at the same time...

“Interested?” Qiao Jia asked again. After Su Qianqian’s adjustments, the town’s employees were now treated considerably better.

“The town has many vacant positions.”

She wore a white dress with neatly layered ruffles along the hem. The sleeves were made of semitransparent white fabric, through which the skin beneath could be faintly seen.

Moreover, the entire situation had clearly been premeditated. Sanbao even realized that the Saint King of the Ice-Spike Insects had certainly not entered the imperial palace alone.

An Yubai happened to announce the start of the match at that very moment, and Jia Nanren nearly embraced him and kissed him. Almost as soon as the final word fell, he summoned all his strength and swept a leg toward Shen Feng. The resulting gust of wind howled, carrying with it the faint, sharp shriek of a blade.

Although the four of them had not consumed much at once, the Nine Divine Jade Dew Elixir was, after all, a miraculous medicine of the world. Its vital energy was simply too vast for ordinary people to withstand.

As the elder walked farther and farther away, Yang Fan’s expression gradually grew solemn. He cast aside the faint thoughts he had entertained earlier. The deathly aura here seemed excessively dense. Even Li Mu was beginning to feel unable to bear it. It was like visiting Beijing in his previous life when the city was shrouded in thick smog: without a mask, one could not go outside without inhaling dust and exhaust fumes with every breath.

Since the Snake Emperor could even devour spirit artifacts, a map made of animal hide was naturally nothing to it. It had probably long since been ground into powder.

Seeing Li Mu behave this way, Ouyang Cao also let out a sigh of relief. I’m a crude man myself, he thought. I was worried you liked putting on airs. Talking with you would have been exhausting.

There were not enough boats to force a crossing of the Great Chasm, but the two Jiaoshu armies, having received their orders, still gave it everything they had. Zhuge Liang could only come up with one excuse after another to make the Shu army delay carrying out the command.

Because of Nalan Xue’s previous example, Shang Fusu had this time specially dispatched more than a dozen maids skilled in martial arts, along with over thirty guards of exceptional ability, to serve and protect Lan Ruxi and her three children within the residence.

His heart shook with astonishment. He had seen all of these people before—they were the very members of the Immortality Club. Yutian Qingguang had even been just one wall away from them moments earlier. Had they left the hospital intending to depart?

Ai Qiaoqiao blinked, and only then understood that by “going back,” he meant leaving Medicine King Valley.

Han Zhenhan once again put on his usual grinning expression. No one would believe such an unserious statement. He had been a prisoner only moments ago, and now he claimed he was not one? Gao Qiong turned toward Wang Jian with a puzzled look. Wang Jian stared expressionlessly at the fingers before him, studying them with utmost seriousness and saying nothing.

Lin Jiajia opened her mouth in fright and cried out, but before she could make a sound, the man swiftly clamped a hand over her mouth and nose. A pungent smell rushed into her nostrils. Her head swayed, and she fell unconscious.

He walked over to the windowsill and gazed at the night sky, where a scant handful of stars flickered. His mood was extraordinarily complicated.

But he twisted her back with one hand. Grabbing Su Chen by the wrist, he dragged her back to the round table and tossed her into a chair.

The stones hurled by the catapults made no earth-shattering noise, yet they could claim far more lives—especially with hot-air balloons directing their aim. The three fortresses began firing enormous rocks in an unceasing barrage.

The first thing Lin Jiajia saw was the identification photograph on the document: shoulder-length hair, fair skin, and large eyes brimming with spirit. Aunt He had not been wrong—she was gentle, graceful, and beautiful. There was even a slight resemblance between their features.

This time, I heard someone on the other end of the phone mention the name Jiang Zufeng, and my ears immediately pricked up.

“What was that explosion you mentioned earlier? Tell us exactly what happened.” Brother Dong spoke from the side.