41 The City of Flowers and Birds (3)

A long while later, the three Jackal Mercenary Group members who had fled first were also captured. The municipal director immediately gave his consent; after all, the credit had already been secured, and it mattered little who held the prisoners.

Cui Bin had no time for lamentation. His hands moved in a blur, weaving complex seals to lock his internal energy within the water, preventing any further dissipation.

"Rest easy. Let her bathe in this human vitality a little longer; it brings her comfort," Shen Lang remarked casually.

"Sister Sun, I am a friend of Sun Ke. I’ve brought some people here for a meal," Shen Lang said, walking warmly toward the landlady to shake her hand.

Then, he pulled a flashlight from his pocket, held it beneath his chin, and shone it upward onto his own face.

Now that those children were dead and An'er was the only one left who knew the truth, those families would surely swarm the Pinghe Public Mansion to interrogate her.

A look of confusion and astonishment flickered across Wan Chengyou’s face. At that very moment, a bloom of blood blossomed on his chest. The strange eyeball he had been clutching in his sleeve fell once more, bouncing against the floor of the kendo hall—which had just been cleared by Dongfang Guan’s commanding shout—with a rhythmic "thud, thud, thud."

Seeing that one of the men continued to fight desperately despite a fractured hand bone, Li Daoxuan turned to ask Manager Liu about it.

The old man found himself trapped in the midst of it all. Even as he tried to rush toward the dragon fish, his path was blocked by a swarm of goldfish, and he realized he was already too late.

"I am a soldier of the First Cavalry Legion of the Desolate Kingdom. My commander, General Zhou Cang, wishes to meet with General Pei Yuanshao, the mayor of Taiping Town." Although the rider did not appear overtly arrogant, Pei Yuanshao could still sense the underlying pride in his demeanor.

The two had originally intended to find a way to leave, but the sudden news about the abyss made them hesitate. Their goal in coming here was to find cursed weapons, so they could not easily let this opportunity slip by. As for the specific details on how to enter the abyss, they would have to find another way to uncover the truth.

After Mo Yuwei spoke, Wu Gen indeed fell silent, gritting his teeth to endure the pain in his back.

"I do not like leaving my fate in the hands of others. If you want me to let you go, it is simple: you must kill Li Xuan with your own hands. Only then can I be assured in letting you leave. There is no need to worry about you snitching once you are out, because if you do, you will be the first to die," Li Mo Bai said.

Gu Beibei frowned. This place was far larger than it had appeared from the outside, and searching such a vast expanse for a special symbol would be no easy task.

Weiwei bit her lip, her gaze clear and resolute. Such a beautiful evening should have been spent enjoying a romantic dinner with Ke Nansheng, yet it had become tense, anxious, and unsettling due to her mother’s affairs.

The bodyguard stepped forward to take Zhou Qingfeng’s phone, gave him a cold, appraising look, and used his own device to re-photograph the image before forwarding it. Over his walkie-talkie, he ordered the hotel staff to check whether the man in the photo had checked in.

The news that Su Yu was to become a teacher spread quickly, as did the names of the nine designated students. Beibei and the others were truly delighted, though both Beibei and Tang Ya secretly suspected that their selection for this class might have been due to Huo Yuhao.

Ke Nansheng jumped out of the car and looked back at Weiwei. When she reached his side, she also jumped out. Beside them stood a steep stone staircase leading straight to the dense, forested summit.

Before him stood two men clad in golden armor, looking like Gold Saints. The flashy attire made Yang Cheng roll his eyes.

"Bai Mo, Bai Mo, please, stop running. I was wrong, I was truly wrong. Let’s just be good together."

In those days, the term "rank" didn't exist, and Gu Qian had naively believed that affection was all that mattered.

Poor Xin Zhitao, lying on the ground and coughing up blood, was now drenched from head to toe in a freshly cooked, piping hot basin of boiled fish.

It was these two assists that let the whole world know the potential of this young twenty-two-year-old.

Song Lang nodded, his heart warming. Looking at Liu Zhengjing in the seat of honor, he felt a profound sense of admiration. For years, every one of his achievements had been guided by Liu Zhengjing behind the scenes. Although the man seemed indifferent to education, the directions he pointed out were always the most accurate.

Wu Quan had felt awkward at the time, explaining to Gu Qian that because he often brought friends home, Wu Qing had always maintained this cold, distant demeanor.

To say nothing of anything else, the balcony was merely a place for them to hang their clothes; there was very little space for Bae Joo-hyun to sit comfortably.

Fairy Qin sat chatting with Huang Yingying and the others. Before long, they crossed their legs and began to meditate.

He had only heard this name once before, and he sensed a vague connection to the affairs of his master.

Lei Peng did not waste words; he swung his hand and slapped Hao Wanjing across the face, finally forcing him to shut up.

Without a doubt, the bupleurum produced by the space earned Dr. Jin’s approval, and he even raised the purchase price.

"We have only just been wed, yet I am away from the manor all day. Does Xi'er have no complaints at all?" Leng Wuchen asked, his eyes filled with scrutiny.