Chapter 127

In truth, she loved hearing Gu Huai speak. Although she was not one to enjoy listening in general, she was especially fond of his words.

Jiao Jian’s eyes darted anxiously, sweat beading at his temples, as if genuinely fearful that Jiang Mo might reveal something that would force him into unbearable peril.

After hearing Huo Huang’s words, Ling Yun shook her head. “No, this phoenix eggshell not only contains your Nirvana power and a trace of divine fire, but it is also intimately connected to you.”

The Ninth Prince, upon seeing his savior, immediately grew arrogant and domineering once more. With only one hand left, he pointed forcefully at Su Zhan, Niu Mo, Su Chen, and Qi Tian in turn.

He chose to sever ties without hesitation—that took immense courage. This could only mean one thing: the person who assigned him held such a high status that he simply could not afford to offend them. Or perhaps, Cao Liang was utterly loyal to his superiors, like a devoted martyr.

As far as he knew, the Marquis, son of the Empress Dowager, had long been engaged in illegal dealings, especially producing contraband. If not for the Empress Dowager’s powerful backing, he would have been dealt with long ago.

“Do you think you can take him away? Do you want to see His Highness dead?” It was rare to see Sun Liang so tense, his tone growing sterner.

After placing the steamed buns on the stove, Lin Yan washed the vegetables, cut them into pieces, added a pinch of salt, and cooked a simple vegetable soup.

Harnessing the secret technique of the soldier’s character, he sought to control all things under heaven, attempting to seize the Five-Fire Seven-Bird Fan held by the Venerable Qingxu Daoist.

Over twenty forbidden witches arrived, but only a dozen or so had black hair, as some had to be supported by their companions.

Chen Tian was silent for a moment as he glanced at Huo Feng. This seemingly prodigal young master from a noble family concealed such profound hatred beneath his frivolous exterior—something Chen Tian had not anticipated.

Only then did Chen Tian realize the gravity of the situation. Under Zhang Yong’s lead, he went directly to the city lord’s mansion to report the matter to Bing Ling Tian.

Perhaps it was fate, or perhaps an accident—otherwise, how else could Ling Xiao have been granted a chance at rebirth?

The Water Academy was suffused with pale blue hues. Whether the buildings, streets, or even the ground beneath their feet, everything seemed to ripple with watery vibrations, filling Chen Tian and Bing Yu with wonder.

The forest served as a refuge for magical beasts during the day. They loathed sunlight and gathered in shaded places, rarely stirring in daylight—thus, the forest became their lair.

Time passed swiftly, as if in the blink of an eye, the once-bright sky had turned pitch black.

This divine gate technique had twelve levels. Xu Yunpeng had only reached the fourth; if he could master all twelve, its power would be truly boundless and terrifying.

At just one encounter, Mo Luo Tu’s supreme celestial energy was no match. He spat blood and was flung backward, a sight that sent shockwaves through the hearts of onlookers.

Yet Luo Xiu felt something else. When the Ancient Child looked at him, there was no killing intent, but the gaze was as cold and unfathomable as an abyss.

The group was momentarily stunned, then sighed in relief upon seeing Lin Qing suddenly rush forward, snatching a gun from a Japanese pirate and saving Lu Zhen’s life.

“For example, there are many stories. Which kind would you like to hear?” Qin Lang’s voice softened as his lips brushed gently against Ye Li’s cheek.

Six sets of scrolls reviewed by Zhao Ze were all excellent. Upon reaching the third set, Qiu Anqing’s eyes lit up—he found the characters agreed upon with the Ning family. He immediately set it aside, casually flipping through the rest and seeing no mention of “accumulating virtue,” realizing the scroll commissioned by the Cui family was not among them.

“But no matter who harms my disciple, they must survive,” Chen Hongming’s eyes gleamed fiercely as he spoke with a fierce aura.

Therefore, he declared, “No! I, Lu Zhen, am neither cowardly nor afraid of death. We either go together or die together!” As he said this, he glanced back at Chu Yunrong.

Lin Fei’er smiled faintly at this thought. That smile blossomed like a snow lotus atop the Tianshan Mountains, instantly revealing her charm in full bloom, leaving the crowd staring in awe.

Qin Ziyan pondered for a moment. The Long Guard served as the palace’s detective officers; sneaking into the mansion was somewhat beyond protocol, but delivering medicine was harmless and a sufficient excuse to deflect any court inquiry.

“I...” Ilona remained silent. She truly did not know how to explain to Sun Yuan.

Seeing the two were no longer useful, Qi Hao took out his longest silver needle and crouched down.

“And why did you wrong my sister? You must apologize to her.”

After tumbling several times to steady herself, Xu Qingluan looked carefully and saw Su Nanzhi had already gone far ahead, shouting and running after someone.

Soon, faint, scattered sounds filtered through the cracks in the door and window, adding a touch of romance to the lonely night.

A heart-wrenching, soul-shattering scream pierced the silence like a rooster heralding dawn, awakening everyone within the Lianhuan stronghold.

“If the Bailing battlefield falls, will our world also be in danger?” Su Qiye asked.

Three minutes into the game, the character controlled by Xu Chensi’s side ran out of health, the screen dimmed, and Xu Tangxin leisurely rested her head for a moment, glancing at Shen Queyan’s screen.

After all, Ye Qingtian was now a realm emperor, and the Heavenly Mysterious Sect was no longer what it once was.

The mount beneath understood his command, exhaling a ball of ghostly fire that landed on Zhang Jianlong’s corpse.