Chapter 67

As the two of them struggled and grappled, Lan Mobai, standing a bit further away, lost sight of Lan Duoduo in the panic. With no other choice, he called a few guards to protect him, then grabbed Zhao Xiangluo, who was calmly observing the situation without a hint of fear, fully displaying the imposing aura of a military commander.

Wu Jing could tell that the words Lin Feng had just spoken did not seem like an act at all.

"Since we are already here, we can only explore slowly. I wonder if the others are experiencing the same thing as us," Fantian Luo mused out loud, curiosity getting the better of her.

With a fierce kick, Zhao Kang hurled the severed body parts over the edge of the cliff! The corpse plummeted heavily onto the sandy ground below, sinking deep into the thick earth as blood splattered in all directions.

Instantly, everyone took Su Li's words as their guiding principle and followed closely behind him, charging forward and fighting through the bloodshed. Fortunately, the quality of their armor far surpassed that of Wu Yue's forces, and since Wu Yue's army was under someone else's control, Su Li and his companions held an overwhelming advantage in the actual combat.

"Leader Shen, if you spare young master Zhiyuan's life, I guarantee you that the second master will never harm your family," Steward Shen continued to persuade.

Hearing that Yun Qing was coming, those familiar with her reputation inevitably gasped inwardly. More profound than her beauty was her fearsome notoriety; the countless souls lost beneath her Jiuyuan Formation were almost incalculable. Those who had witnessed the expression on her face while she killed found it an unforgettable haunting for the rest of their lives.

"Shaoming, Huang Matong's left hand has completely healed." Staring into Feng Shaoming's burning gaze, Zhu Bingwei lowered her head in embarrassment, her neck blushing a deep crimson.

I was slightly startled, not expecting my mother to say such a thing, but after a moment, I felt relieved. After all, my younger sister Murong Yan's beauty and talent had long since made her famous throughout the capital.

Zhao Nanyan released Lan Duoduo, walked over alone, and whispered a few words into his ear. The moment she finished speaking, Luo Yun's gaze snapped sharply toward Zhao Nanyan.

Communication nowadays is indeed vastly different from the past—it has become much more convenient, so whenever you miss someone, you can reach out to them at any moment.

Shu Yang loathed his time spent outside, engaging in banquets and entertainment among men—especially within the circles of the wealthy, the implications of which were all too obvious.

Hua Xu did not catch the entirety of his latter sentence, vaguely remembering something about "second" and "again," but none of that mattered.

Subsequently, Wolves banned Xishi and Jiang Ziyang, placing the two mages who countered Da Qiao into the ban slots.

The soybeans were not even ripe yet, yet the entire pod had been plucked away, while the vines were viciously bitten in two... Huaiying spotted it the moment she went to pick vegetables, but given the scorching weather, she simply couldn't be bothered to hunt for the culprit.

"Oh, fine, let's add each other..." Hua Xu very reluctantly agreed to the other party's friend request.

After all, the candies she made possessed a unique flavor that others rarely cared for. Now that she had encountered someone who actually enjoyed them, she was naturally more than happy to oblige.

The Tang Sect had accepted countless assassinations throughout its history and possessed a substantial foundation, but most of their resources were allocated toward purchasing cultivation resources or manufacturing assassination weapons, leaving no room for extravagance or waste on living conditions.

Half an hour later, a procession of rickshaws rolled out of the villa, with twelve armed bodyguards escorting Jin Feng toward the stronghold of the Sinister Sands for negotiations.

If not for the back-and-forth borrowing and returning of contribution points between their household and his own, he certainly would have appreciated the other person much more at this moment.

Inside the array, all rules were instantly suppressed, and the laws of darkness grew exceptionally dense. The scythe became even more solid, and the aura of destruction emanating from it became all the more pronounced.

Yet he seemed oblivious to the fact that Shui Muyuan was not losing her mind over a mere close friend; without Qian Fei, she still possessed the Goddess of Luo, Bai Zijian, and Luo Jiushuang. The reason Shui Muyuan had gone mad was because even she had belatedly realized that her deeply protective yearning for Qian Fei had long surpassed friendship, though it was not yet quite love.

Sure enough, a letter written on parchment paper lay neatly folded inside, kept alongside two brand-new fractional coins.

The few figures hiding in the shadows wore dark expressions. Li Qingyao, who was eavesdropping using soul energy, desperately wished she could turn around and kick Qian Yuan right in the rear.

Using the shoulder-clamping technique, Chang Le dropped her hand to the inner side of her right thigh, settled her vital energy in her dantian, and tensed her entire body. Her left hand swept upward to intersect and brush against her right arm, coming to a halt on the inner side of her right shoulder. At the same time, she stepped forward with her front foot to plant it firmly, raised her right hand to guide the motion, swept her left hand underneath her right elbow, and followed through with a circular chopping strike.

"Oh my, I'm feeling sleepy. I'm going off to bed," the female boss said with a stretch, retreating into one of the bedrooms.

Although Su Jin's acting and line delivery were not as strong as Chu Xiaocheng's, they were still slightly better than the Emperor's. Chu Xiaocheng was currently immersed in the disappointment of having his breakfast rejected, leaving him no choice but to let Su Jin explain it to him.

As for Uncle Li, he had prepared some dry rations and entered seclusion to heal his wounds and restore his cultivation for twenty days, and he had yet to emerge.

"What are you talking about?" Bailan abruptly turned her head to glare at Ya Meichen, whose rebellion today she found deeply repulsive.

He had yet to use a computer; otherwise, he would have experienced that specific, sinking realization: *Drive D, where are my pictures? Drive E, where are my pictures?* The images seemed to have been recently and automatically deleted by the system.

The difficulty of taking a hot bath in Chaliao Village was originally on par with going for a swim in the Sahara.

A profound warmth and tenderness washed over her through the hands suddenly clasping hers, accompanied by the man's deep, steady voice whispering, *Don't be sad, I am here now and for the future.* Without even turning her head, she could feel the blazing intensity of his utterly devoted gaze. All those gloomy, resentful entanglements hidden deep within her heart evaporated like morning dew beneath the midday sun, vanishing without a single trace.