Clearly, precisely because the one she had run into was Si Ling—right under the nose of her father’s trusted aide—she absolutely could not stand by and watch Ji Jue be assassinated. She had no choice but to do everything she could to save him. And this display of hers, throwing herself in without regard for her own safety, would naturally be seen by Si Ling, and would naturally reach her father’s ears as well.
Yan Changlan didn’t think that Ye Shu had “merely” formed a Crimson Core. In his view, given the state of A Zhuo’s body in her past life, forming even a Crimson Core had already been an immense trial—more difficult, in fact, than forming a Purple Core in this life. This alone was enough to reveal A Zhuo’s ability and sheer perseverance, and it filled him with deep admiration.
Even this Immortal Sun was somewhat unnerved—he had never seen so terrifying a demonic beast. Even having already formed his own core, facing this giant scorpion left him with no confidence at all; he could only sense that the creature was ferocious beyond compare, radiating an overwhelming sense of danger.
“Old monkey, just watch—once I catch you, I’ll show you what’s what!” The youth in the red cloak leapt up into the treetops, bounding and chasing through the forest like a squirrel.
From the mountain forests on either side, more than ten bandits with fierce, menacing auras suddenly burst out, wielding magic treasures as they charged straight at the merchant caravan.
“This princess wagers one desert-bone flute, one stick of incense!” Such things were never complete without Princess Jingyang.
Beside the two of them, the Seventh Prince in his purple robe and jade coronet sat with the young master of the Meng family in his brocade and jade-studded sash, watching the chess game together. Hearing the commotion, both raised their eyes to look over.
At this point the old lady paused, her expression turning somewhat guarded, as though she didn’t want to say any more.
“Damn it!” The lofty, condescending Gu Luodebao made the proud Evil King burn with fury—had he not been so keenly aware of the gap in strength between them, the Evil King would have gone and destroyed Gu Luodebao on the spot.
Wei Shichun was already in considerable pain, and seeing her fiancé arrive only to take someone else’s side against her made her eyes flush red with indignation on the spot… Dong Zhanyun gritted his teeth, trying to extend his mental force into his opponent’s communication range, hoping to pinpoint the man’s exact location. The person in green pulled the person in red along and walked off without a backward glance.
“Bang!” With a thunderous crash, the wooden table that Wang Xuanlong had kicked was smashed to pieces by a single punch from Wu Xing, splinters flying everywhere. Even as the table shattered, Wu Xing’s body was already rushing toward Wang Xuanlong, a flash of five-colored light suddenly flickering across him.
“Avenge them, brothers, avenge them!” Carlos’s hoarse, desperate roar echoed through the corridor.
Luo Hao’s eyes flashed with sharp light—on his way here he had gathered a fair amount of intelligence, including news of General Wang’s losses at the Donghe border.
Fei Liangyan never expected that Ling’er would actually report him to their mother—he remembered that back in school, whenever he skipped class to go play, Ling’er had always covered for him.
“Good heavens, Old Bear, did you take the wrong medicine or something?” The chief of the Fire Wolf clan felt goosebumps rise all over his body and hurriedly scrambled out of the way. What on earth is this thing? Could it have accidentally eaten something it shouldn’t have?
Luo Hao wasn’t even a soldier of Wolf Fang Mountain, and yet he could come and go freely—even when General He saw him, he said nothing about it.
“When did I ever say I was giving up brewing? I’ve just come back to the hotel for now.” Fei Liangyan showed no sign of intending to stay at the hotel long-term.
At this moment, Fei Liangyan had no thought to spare for propriety toward his former teacher—he only felt it was mortifying beyond words to run into his old mentor of years past in a place like this.
It was only now that Dong Zhanyun got a clear look at the creature floating in the air—a monster wrapped entirely in ashen-white clouds. It had a single vertical green eye, trembling at this moment, staring with fear at the suddenly transformed toad before it.
After spending the first half at the bar hall, the Avengers and their friends spent the second half up in the third-floor private room.
“Thanks a lot for this—if you hadn’t given Jiang Buchuan a heads-up beforehand, I doubt I’d have gotten into Black Dragon Valley so smoothly.” Jiang Xia said to Know-It-All, puffing on a cigarette-bomb.
When Li Mi heard that tens of thousands of Sui troops had landed by sea to launch a surprise attack on Pengcheng, he immediately realized he’d fallen for the Sui army’s feint-east-strike-west strategy, and at once summoned his generals to discuss the matter.
“Ahem, ahem…” Wang Yuanzhong cleared his throat twice more—every time he did that, it meant he was about to wrap up a topic.
A violent surge of chaotic energy swept outward; Qin Ming spat a mouthful of fresh blood, and cracks actually began to appear in the Chaos Domain.
The Zhuxie Heaven Sword, said to be the most famous divine sword of the human race, was, in Di Wuji’s hands, in no way inferior to the Fumo Heaven Sword. These two divine swords had originally been forged by the same grandmaster of weapon-refining, and yet now they faced each other as enemies—a fact that made one sigh at the impermanence of worldly affairs.
Tang Zhong muttered something under his breath, glancing over at the lottery counter—there was a Tier 2 lottery draw available once, but he’d tried it before and it hadn’t worked; he guessed he’d have to wait until the system reached level two to use it.
Why did most successful people like to follow the news? Because that was where they could learn a great deal of important, useful information—when well curated, it could even make a real difference to their careers.
Lu Yue knew perfectly well that this was not the time to be healing her injuries this way—if anyone else found out, it would spell real trouble.
That thought lasted only ten minutes. Ten minutes later, as Gu Xi drank her blood with near-greedy abandon, Zhang Xin found she couldn’t manage a smile no matter how hard she tried.
“Wei’er, we merchants—since ancient times, there’s never been a family in this trade that’s lasted more than a hundred years…”
“Please!” Gao Shiqi and Ma Qi exchanged a wry glance and raised their cups together toward Yu Zhongju. The three of them drained their cups, and then Yu Zhongju and Gao Shiqi both joined in the scramble for dishes, while Ma Qi, too thin-skinned and too slow with his chopsticks, could only stand by with a rueful smile, occasionally managing to snag a bite or two.
Yet another indirectly-acquired emotional point—what astonishing revelation could it be, that let these two suddenly gain so many indirect emotional points from a single piece of news?
But at that point in time and space, within the Supreme Celestial Court, the ancient bodhi tree—its canopy vast enough to blot out sun and sky, spacious enough to shelter a hundred souls in rest beneath it—finally spoke.
As direct disciples of Lucifer, Alexander and the others would obviously reap enormous benefits once he was resurrected. But what about her? What could she possibly gain from it?