Chapter 165: Spraining the Ankle

After staying for a while and remembering that she had many things to attend to, Qin Huiyin did not linger. She said goodbye to Song Ruize and turned to leave.

However, as soon as she stepped outside, a cry of agonizing pain echoed through the courtyard.

Song Ruize dropped the bowl in his hand and dashed out. With such lightning speed, Jiang Qibin and the others, who were just getting ready to check on the situation, only felt a gust of wind sweep past before his figure vanished entirely.

Qin Huiyin was sitting on the ground, pressing her hand against her ankle, her face drained of color.

Hong Jianshe never expected that Zhan Beicheng would actually drive him away. In the past, the two regiments always engaged in healthy competition. Was he really chasing him off this time just for some woman?

Tang Banxia gripped the strap of her shoulder bag tighter and tighter, barely managing to keep herself from delivering a resounding slap across the face of the person before her.

Kapoor infused his Armament Haki into his fist and sent the spiked mace flying, then followed up with a punch straight into Agin’s torso, completely ignoring the twisting and dodging body. Struck by the heavy blow, Agin let out a dry heave and dropped to his knees, clutching his abdomen.

There were many people inside the room, each holding a steel pipe, staring menacingly at Yu Nian and Sun Meng as they entered. Yu Nian’s eyes immediately locked onto Chen Qian, who was bound to a chair.

Before Su Nanzhen married Lu Beiyuan, and while Han Rujin was still alive, she had never been raised to be pampered and spoiled.

A student could never consider matters as comprehensively as a seasoned workplace veteran like Lei Taihe.

A smile played at the corners of Nanny Ru’s lips, making her look quite satisfied. She slightly lifted her chin to cast a glance at Ji Changying, who was walking side by side with her, a flicker of displeasure passing through her heart.

Liu Gao had previously harbored improper designs on her younger sister, and Lady Liu, consumed by jealousy, had meddled in the matter.

The territorial nobles were easy to deal with; once they were killed, their lands would belong to him. The people in the cities were just as easy to handle—after all, he was a pirate, and now that he had conquered the country, the entire nation was his.

Watching the returning soldiers look so overjoyed and pleasantly surprised, Jiang Hai grew endlessly curious. He quietly called over the honest and easily gullible Turtle Egg to ask what the mysterious prize was.

"Everyone fall back a few steps and find a safe spot. Let me check this fellow's stats," Lu Yunfeng said. He immediately commanded his summoning eagle to soar swiftly across the sky, and instantly cast Scout... The boss's stats were revealed on the spot.

After mastering the application of the two profound mysteries, Qin Yang mentally rehearsed the entire tactical maneuver in his heart.

With no other choice, Nangong Chu reached out with his right hand and grabbed Lu Xiao’s left shoulder, his five fingers tightening slowly like a steel clamp. Lu Xiao’s face instantly twisted in agony, and within moments, beads of sweat the size of soybeans broke out on his forehead as the muscles on his face twitched slightly.

Lin Wan’s body had been shattered, and blood continuously poured out from beneath her divine armor. Judging by the looks of it, Lin Wan clearly did not possess an "undying body" like the three Peng Weis. It seemed she was thoroughly and irrevocably dead.

"The He family?" Lin Meng’s words left Lin Feng somewhat bewildered. For one thing, he had no idea what kind of family the He family was; for another, since he had flicked his sleeves and left in a huff last night, asking him to obediently attend some dance party just because of a phone call from Lin Meng—sorry, that was something he, Lin Feng, could never do.

And since the spectators were all human players, how could they possibly find this dark archer pleasing to the eye? They immediately burst out into a torrent of abuse.

Awakening suddenly from her dream, she sat bolt upright, gasping for breath like a drowning person, the hair at her temples thoroughly drenched in cold sweat.

"What is this?" Zheng Gutian did not show much shock this time, assuming this was yet another starry-sky-grade spirit artifact.

Then a white flash of light appeared, and I found myself on the PK arena stage. My opponent turned out to be an assassin. All I could say was that I hadn't bought any powder this time, so I would have to rely entirely on my hearing once again.

In the blink of an eye, the Heting Water Pavilion shed its pink ambiguity and gold-and-silver extravagance, leaving behind only sorrow and melancholy.

Later, when relatives from the north came to visit the sick, certain information was deliberately leaked to make Zhenzhen voluntarily go to the "Five Immortals Temple" to pray and pay homage, thereby passing down the secret arts of the "Witch-Ghost Path" to her.