Chapter 33: Lay Down the Butcher's Knife, Depart in Dreams

Enough to pierce a human skull.

The moment the hand behind her released its grip, the head nurse hurriedly leaped to safety and gasped for breath, the corners of her mouth involuntarily curling upward.

Dead, surely?

With her head pierced by a sharp blade, even if she did not die, she would be crippled. Now she could never threaten her again—

The thought that had just begun to form came to an abrupt halt. She stared ahead, the smile on her face instantly freezing, and shrieked, “How are you still alive?!”

Fu Qiqi, who was idly twirling a hairpin between her fingers, rolled her eyes speechlessly.

At that moment, Ye You seemed to have caught sight of his savior—only, why did this savior look so much like his own wife, Lin Qing’er?

At the table beside where they had left, the proprietor was loudly demanding that Liu Ruyin and the others pay the bill.

Yang Yuechen was inwardly startled. She had never expected Fan Zhi to be able to hold himself back. It seemed that Fan Zhi was far from as simple as he appeared; this man must possess an exceptionally deep and calculating mind. Yang Yuechen could sense the terrifying killing intent hidden within those words of his.

The reason she had not hurried to kill them was that she wanted the victims’ families to take revenge personally. But since they were so eager to seek death, she could grant them their wish.

Ye Hong seemed extremely pleased with the commotion Lin Qian had described and burst into hearty laughter, his voice loud and full of vigor.

Lu Weizhen’s entire body seemed rigid, his face pale as he stared blankly at the person above him. After a long while, he shut his eyes and muttered, “I’m dreaming. I must be dreaming…” He simply refused to look at that person.

Xia Qing also decided to bask in the sun a little longer. This time, she had to advance no matter what. Blue Star possessed abundant energy, but no spiritual energy, and certainly not enough spiritual energy to support a second cultivator.

It was now quitting time. Her colleagues had all gone to eat or take their afternoon break. He was certain there was no one else in the restroom, which made this the perfect opportunity to do what he needed to do.

The Skywolf Emperor’s birthday was today. The Kingdom of Biele had come as well, and the other nations had probably already entered the palace too.

At times he seemed to catch fire, spinning around in frantic agitation and hurling basic attacks at the empty air in every direction.

After noon, Lang Xiaochen unexpectedly returned to Linlang ahead of schedule. Beiming Hanxuan did not linger either. After the two signed the treaty concerning the five cities, Beiming’s Imperial Guard escorted them all the way to the border.

The entire Ring Island trembled, and thousands of miles of sea surged violently. Two reefs in the waters were struck by bolts of lightning from above and exploded into fragments on the spot.

After winding around for some time, she finally reached Bai Meier’s courtyard. She was wondering whether to knock when she suddenly heard violent coughing from inside. She shoved open the bamboo railing and hurried into the room.

The instant Sun Fengzhao’s figure appeared at the other end of the teleportation array, he and Lu Qixin immediately acted: one quickly summoned the ancient spirit-treasure hand shield, while a layer of violet-gold protective light instantly appeared around the other.

The warmth from yesterday, when he had held me tightly, still lingered beside me, yet today he could treat me so ruthlessly. What had he said? Trust him! What, exactly, did he want me to trust him about?

Now this nameless battle suit had once again given Ding Yu hope. He was like someone who had stumbled into a mountain of treasures, filled with eager anticipation for what he had discovered.

Shan Zhiyu stayed in her room until nearly ten o’clock. Only when the hunger became unbearable did she go out into the street, intending to clear her mind and stop by an open-air food stall to fill her stomach. In such circumstances, even her bodyguards did not dare follow her casually, lest they walk straight into the line of fire.

With a graceful turn, Shi Ling’er brought the dance to an end, then curtsied delicately. “I have made a fool of myself before Your Majesties.” With that, she stepped down from the stage.

Prince Zhong hurried over and seized Xichao tightly by the sleeve. Xichao rose and cast a difficult glance at Shen Wan before being dragged away by Prince Zhong.

The following day, the sky was overcast, mirroring Murong Qingran’s mood. Though she had not slept all night, her face still wore a radiant smile as she pushed the wheelchair she had personally made for Qi Yu, bringing him to the cliff behind the main headquarters.