Volume One, Chapter 161: Does Lord Tiger Share Mengde’s Inclinations?

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“I’ll wait for all of you so we can have a drink together,” Qin Yuelou said, slowly closing his eyes. He was utterly exhausted.

Qian, the household commander, ignored Zhang Jiaye, who was signaling urgently at his side. He stepped forward and respectfully returned the token to Chu Ge’s clone with both hands.

The Fox Clan had won the recognition of the other factions and earned the authority to issue commands only because it possessed both the formidable Nine-Tailed Demon Fox and the Black Fox, the demon race’s uniquely honored priest.

“Rid the world of every demon and monster, and guide all people into the empty gate of the Buddha. Thank you, benefactor, for giving me water. I happen to have a Buddhist scripture here. You are fated to share a bond with Buddha, so I shall present this scripture to you. Amitabha.” Fa Hai spoke as he drew a scroll of scripture from his sleeve.

Earlier, while at Sangjia Temple, he had vaguely sensed that the temple must not be touched. If one did, some terrifying presence would set its sights on them.

After having Tang Zhijun confirm once more that the evil cultivator had not moved, Chu Ge booked an inn in town and arranged for everyone to rest there for the night, easing the fatigue brought on by more than ten days at sea.

Shen Yang told Shen Han what had happened to Liu Qingqing at the factory. The old second master, Shen, wore a cold expression.

Shen Yang hastily sewed a cushion onto the chair so that Xie Yanchuan could sit more comfortably. It was simply her habit; everything she made afterward bore the same meticulous refinement.

Xie Yanchuan pursed his lips skeptically and watched the red liquid in the cup, waiting until Shen Yang had poured one for herself as well.

They looked up in astonishment, only to see a creature suspended in midair, its body reflecting a dazzling radiance beneath the sunlight as it let out a wild, arrogant laugh.

Although he was Yan Fei’s legally acknowledged husband, he knew perfectly well that their relationship was merely an act put on for their families. It was not real.

“Yan Fei, are you planning to live in there?” Shen Changfeng happened to emerge from the neighboring room and saw Yan Fei standing dazed inside the elevator.

Zhou Yang’s face turned somewhat grim. He had originally intended to sell the melons to raise emergency funds, but so many had been ruined. What was the point of selling them now?

Seeing Han Muxi like this, Shen Aoning hurried after him. Han Muxi had not believed her at first, but after entering the shop, he no longer doubted a word she had said. There really were far too many people; not a single seat remained, and several tables ahead of them were waiting as well.

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That day, Dougshen had ordered Lude to take men to the outer prison and bring Xu Dong to the inner prison to see him, but Xu Dong never went.

“All right.” Yaxue gave a slight nod, then glanced back at Yefeng. His fervent gaze met hers.

The spectators beneath the fighting platform immediately broke into waves of discussion. Bing Kuang’s words had clearly taken them by surprise, but they also served to prove just how great Bing Lan’s charm was—or, rather, how much face Bing Kuang possessed.

The slaughter reached its climax from the very beginning. Fortunately, the killers were all people of steadfast will and were not frightened by the carnage before them.

They must have been afraid that I would do something to them. But they did not know that even if they left now, it would not change my determination to deal with them.

Somewhere on Giant Sword Mountain, Zhong Li held a crystal ball in his hand. Reflected within it was everything that had just happened in the Purple Gold Hall.

Naito and the deceased Itakura had likewise used Braille-style typing, so he understood that aspect very well.

The young master paid no attention to the crowd’s mocking remarks. Instead, he calculated how he might defeat the person before him and reclaim the treasured sword.

Fang Heng wrapped both arms around Yue Xian. His eyes rested on her, and without a word, Yue Xian understood what he meant.

At dawn, there were no pedestrians on the streets. Only the soldiers whose night patrol had not yet been relieved were returning to the barracks. They happened to cross paths with Lin Sheng’s family. When the soldiers saw Lin Aotian behind Lin Sheng, they hurried aside and dropped to one knee.

The secluded bamboos in the mountains, the birds among the trees, the insects and ants on the ground, and the birds soaring through the sky—all the things she normally failed to notice surged into her mind, stimulating her spirit and soul.

“Stop pretending. It’s me.” A thoroughly androgynous voice rang out. Yun Fei sat up and looked toward the half-grown youth entering the tent.

“I think you’re the one looking for death!” Yuan Mingsha’s brows rose sharply, and a trace of murderous ferocity flared within her heart.

There was no denying that the siblings Jiu Cheng and Jiu Long possessed an overwhelming presence. Though there were only two of them, they intimidated all the surrounding prodigies so completely that not one dared take a single step beyond the line.

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It turned out that during the generation of Song Budong’s grandfather—namely, Song Lie’s generation—the Song and Lai families had been closer than close. Song Budong’s grandfather and Lai Feng’s grandfather had been sworn brothers. In their hot-blooded youth, they had even arranged a betrothal between their children.

After Bai Xuan finished speaking, he left. Meng Qi remained standing there in a daze, but she understood his words.

The Taoist looked to be in his forties. He had an average build, though he was rather thin, especially in the face. His cheekbones jutted out prominently, and when he smiled, a layer of skin creased over them, gathering the blood in his face. The sight was somewhat unnerving.

It was hardly strange that word had spread about the large crowd that day. Duan Yi was not surprised to hear it either, and Mu Baobao did not wish to make things difficult for him. She replied with a smile.

“Whatever you want to say can wait until later. Accompany me in putting on an act first. I’ll take you back.” Boyuan interrupted her in time. Her expression was rather subtle, and to avoid hearing some refusal telling him not to act recklessly again, it was better for him to preserve their ambiguous relationship first and proceed slowly from there.

“All right.” Seeing how certain Pei Xun sounded, the driver said nothing more. His job was to take passengers wherever they wished to go; their personal choices were not something he could control. He withdrew his gaze and looked ahead. Then he started the engine, pressed down on the accelerator, and sent the car shooting forward like an arrow loosed from its bow.

Seeing how radiant his father looked, Xiahou Yuan felt somewhat reassured and quietly slipped away.

Besides, Xiao Tian’s medical skill was precisely what he needed. It would be just the thing to curry favor with their director.

Looking at the patch of skin that had been scratched into something resembling a map, Li Mixin bit down harder on the corner of her lip. Her nose grew increasingly sore, and tears surged uncontrollably from her eyes.

Mu Lu threw out a dagger and said, “If you want to save her, stab her here first.” She pointed at the thigh.

Bai Xuan took Leng Zixue’s pulse. A powerful force was currently running rampant through her body, and Leng Zixue finally could not endure it any longer.

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