Chapter 103: Mutual Biting

Nurse Zhou nodded vigorously.

Bai Huan pulled the cloth from her mouth. "If you are willing to write down the evil deeds committed by Madam Zhou and the Marquis’s estate, I will seek justice for your daughter."

Nurse Zhou stared at her intently. "Would you be so kind?"

Bai Huan sneered. "I am naturally not kind. You do not have long to live, and your daughter died an unjust death. If you do not want her to die with lingering resentment, then listen to me. Your daughter’s body cannot be kept for long; once she is buried, there will likely be no hope of clearing her name."

Holding power over one hundred thousand troops, standing against the demonic beasts in the north and the Han-Zhou to the east, even the imperial family had to treat them with a degree of deference.

"No, I am going with you," Lin Pan’er insisted, the resolve in her eyes brooking no refusal.

"That’s wonderful..." Feng Yushu pressed her phone screen against her chest, her taut nerves finally relaxing as she let out a long, relieved breath.

System: The suffocating life of high school left them unable to breathe; they wanted to find some excitement.

Such a mental burden continuously tormented Feng Yushu’s spirit, leaving her in a state of perpetual panic, terrified to consider how many of those she had killed were driven by ghosts, and how many were merely ordinary people who happened to be near her.

16. If a sovereign errs and his subjects do not remonstrate, it is called disloyalty; if those appointed to govern a territory fail to nurture the people, it is called injustice; if one stands by with folded arms while the widowed, the lonely, and the destitute suffer, it is called unrighteousness. How, then, can one be a high official?

This speed was beyond what their eyes could capture, and even their perceptions could not keep up with Ye Chen.

To ask them for the Miracle Stone directly would be impossible; it was not even worth considering.

As they exited the city gate, they could see from a distance that Fu Qingyan and Old Mother Fu were still gazing in their direction.

In an instant, a rich medicinal force dissolved within his body, permeating his internal organs and every limb and bone, finally surging into his dantian.

To make use of him was a favor; even if he were dissatisfied, what of it? What kind of disturbance could he possibly cause within the immensely "mighty" Han Dynasty?

"Don't worry, I won't say anything," Mo Feng said casually, looking at the earnest middle-aged police officer.

The amulet I was wearing suddenly jumped—it truly jumped on its own, striking my skin again and again. I was already in a semi-numb state, yet I could feel the amulet on my chest bouncing so hard it pressed against my clothes.

Another deafening roar exploded in everyone's ears, sending a visible shockwave of immense wind rippling across the arena.

"I am guilty. Over these years, I have failed to find a single satisfactory talent for the Prince. Please, Princess, punish me," said Zhao Tongtian.

With a crisp "smack," before anyone could even get close, Qin Moduan sent her face reeling to the side with a mere gust of palm wind.

The subordinates nodded one after another; it would be a lie to say they weren't afraid. An invisible enemy is the most terrifying. If they could see who was attacking, that would be for the best—but the problem was that they couldn't.

If not for Heracles throwing the Titan Arrows with all his might, felling the demons in droves, the already crumbling defensive line would never have held out until now.

"It is not yet clear, but I think we are very close to the truth." Roger held his jade bamboo staff in reverse and moved rapidly in the direction the demonic infant had intended to flee.

Upon hearing the bell, the three of them could no longer be bothered to argue; they hurriedly got out of the car and left.

Ye Jinglan arched her willow-leaf eyebrows and tilted her head to look at the expressionless Bei Moxuan beside her, a cryptic, dark glimmer flickering in her almond-shaped eyes.

He had wanted to find a place to stay and settle the Snow-Maned Steed, but Lin Yuchen wandered for a full hour, only to find that not a single inn was open. Furthermore, it was already well past sunrise, yet the shops along the street remained tightly shuttered, and the eaves were littered with beggars lying in disarray.