Forty-Six: The Old Man and the Swordsman

I had Shangguan Jie guard the door. If that fox dared to step outside, he was to be killed on the spot. Shangguan Jie did not bother to answer me, but he still did as I said.

Though I was a little disgruntled at being second forever, at least I was pressing down on that turtle-like bastard Shangguan Jie. Besides, my previous one had been my father-in-law, so letting him stand above me was perfectly acceptable.

“Desperate struggle...” A masked man in purple suddenly let out a long sigh, his voice steeped in sorrow. “Are we... truly doing the right thing?” The man in purple murmured to himself, his eyes full of bewilderment, as though he were questioning his own choice.

As she spoke, Wei Minjun took a small step back and signaled Zhao Chong and Li Changchuan to prepare.

In that instant, many eyes were filled with a fierce despair, aching with misery.

“Sand between the fingers, snow in the palm; impossible to keep.” Beyond a thin curtain, someone outside the tent gave a soft sigh.

“Your heart.” I suddenly remembered what the ox-headed creature had said to me, and I could not help glancing toward my own chest.

When he instinctively slipped his fingers between hers and laced them together, Xia Qi only then realized that Jun Jinyan’s fingers were cold as ice.

“Cough, cough!” Amid the heaps of ice and snow, the crystallized figure staggered out in human form. At this moment, the body bore several bloody wounds, blood still pouring out in streams, making the sight of him a truly sorry one.

“Roar!” After unleashing the great dark spell, the Evil Ghost Demon Sovereign gave a furious roar, then slowly vanished from where he stood.

The news was learned from a conversation between two insiders at the airport, just as the reporters were preparing to leave Indiana.

Many people had already begun chewing gum. Gan Guoyang was now the American endorser for Green Arrow gum, and he went through four or five sticks every game.

Zhou Qian was even happier to hear that. On the way back, he found two of Jiangnan’s best-looking photos on his phone and posted them to his social feed.

His cultivation had already reached something like the sixth or seventh level of the Golden Core stage, but the spiritual energy within her body was in utter disorder.

Zhao Chuge’s steps had shown no trace of panic from the very beginning, and his gaze toward the distant fleet carried a resolute steadiness.

Hm? There was spiritual power inside this thing too? She blinked, but now was not the time to study it.

Some words could not be believed entirely. After all, her two younger cousins were no pushovers either.

Once everyone had left, the faint smile on Jing Liu’s face vanished at once. The look she gave Zhao Chuge was filled with murderous hostility.

After breaking free from that suffocating pressure, Wang Sihui’s mind nearly collapsed. She clutched her head with both hands and burst into heart-rending sobs.

Her body was pressed fully against Zhao Chuge, and the softness of it made his thoughts sway and drift.

Ye Fei’s madness, together with the terrifying combat power of the Battle Witch, made every witch god on the divine throne change color at once.

Lan Mi found it deeply troublesome. Looking at Prince Ning’s eyes, so full of affection, she felt almost sick with sourness.

But sensing Ye Fei’s all-or-nothing madness and ferocity, Fu Tian still felt fear. Instinctively, he suddenly retreated and dodged to the side.

“I thought your younger sister’s miserable fate would be enough to make you see who your true enemy was. Don’t forget, both your sisters were ruined by him!” Shui Hanqiu hinted meaningfully.

Still, this was not the first time Gu Jingshen had stripped her clothes off. Once before, when she had fallen asleep, that bored wretch had peeled her bare and looked at her completely. Another time she had been bathing, and he had likewise seen her entirely naked.

The dragon tortoise, forced out by violence, even had its running nose frozen out on the spot. Before it could shake it off, the cold wind blew past, and the snot had already frozen into a shard of ice.

Thinking that he had carefully tried on every robe in his wardrobe just for tonight’s meeting with her, and that he could now see surprise in her eyes, it had all been worth it.

“Alliance Master, this is the low-grade seventh-rank martial technique I cultivate, Thunderbolt Sword! But no matter how I practice, I cannot grasp the key to it.” A young man demonstrated a set of techniques before Ximen Zhuixue, then asked for guidance.

Lan Mi recognized that voice as Fu Xi’s. Why would he be here? She was now certain that the two of them had come for the prize. Why would a lofty deity covet such a thing? It was truly hard to understand.

Ximen Zhuixue still wanted to refuse, but Bai Yi interrupted him. Bai Yi deliberately put on a stern face and said, “Zhuixue, if you keep this up, Grandpa Bai will get angry.” At this moment, Bai Yi did not look like a sovereign at all, but like an ordinary old grandfather.

He held Tang Yichen tightly in his arms, madly spraying healing mist over her, but the deep wound that had pierced through her chest could not be mended by any means. Li Xiaoyi could only watch helplessly as her life slipped away, until at last his tears fell onto her face.

“Not necessarily mine. I really don’t remember what happened that night,” He Liancheng explained.

Zhang Feng did not seem to have any right to speak either, but today’s result was clearly not something he had anticipated. Or rather, it was a result no one had been able to predict with certainty.

For the next three days, I watched my phone with a kind of nervous fixation, terrified of missing a call or message from Liu Tian. That very night I removed him from the blacklist and marked him as a priority contact. I carried my phone with me at all times, unwilling to miss even a single message from him.

The mute saw it very clearly: the Audi A8 carrying Chen Wanhe drove along Xinxuan Road and stopped at a hotel only a few dozen meters away.