Chapter One Hundred and Ten: Interruption
When Ouyang Zhuo heard the news, he suddenly understood—wasn’t this exactly what Shu Yiming had been waiting for? He had waited so long, and finally, the moment had arrived.
Without a second thought, he called Shu Yiming directly.
“Where are you? There’s news. Zhao An has a huge warehouse, and he’s bringing people there now. Not sure what he’s up to.”
Shu Yi...
After several rounds of drinks, the bottles on the table were all emptied, and both their cheeks were flushed with a faint rosy hue.
In the end, I decided to betray the Taoist master; to survive, I chose to spare Shi Jie and abandon who I once was.
The old man and Yong Ran carried the sheepskin sack holding three corpses, hurrying through the mountain streams. Along the way, Yong Ran was tense, fearing capture at every turn.
Ning Ye narrowed his eyes slightly, removed the blood-red wolf-shaped jade from his waist, and tossed it to the ground.
“That’s enough. You women are always like this—never offer a drink of water, never ask if Erlang and his wife are here on business, just keep talking endlessly. Luckily, Erlang’s wife has a good temper, or the rickshaw would’ve caught fire long ago.” At that moment, a middle-aged man walked out of the house, addressing Mrs. Wang.
She thought Qin Miao would blame her. If only she’d finished work earlier, none of this would have happened. If this man hadn’t waited for her, he wouldn’t be so unlucky now.
On the continent of heroes, tradition dictates that the strong reign supreme. Coupled with an extraordinary noble lineage and an unforgettable, peerless appearance, it left a lasting impression.
Although there hadn’t been much money over the years, and she’d received help from benefactors, at least everyone in the village knew Lin Zhengyue was no longer short of funds. Why, then, was Bai Jinyu suddenly investing in her?
During this period, because of frequent visits, Lu Jin had encountered the cultivators belonging to the medicine garden on this mountain.
Charles and Jesia certainly wouldn’t help him in a fight. At this point, it seemed he would have to take matters into his own hands.
Seeing that Yu Changfeng hadn’t spent much time at all—as if he had come solely for this matter—Lin Wushuang was puzzled, but also somewhat pleased. However, after Yu Changfeng left, most of Lin Wushuang’s thoughts turned to Qian Ningji. He still needed to ask Su Su to diagnose her.
On the main road, dust billowed, and everywhere were cries of battle. Blades flashed, limbs were severed, carnage everywhere. The screams never ceased; each shriek was drowned out by another.
Zhang Zhao chuckled and said, “No need to worry, General Huang. Changsha may be chaotic, but it’s just one region of disorder—far less severe than the chaos across the whole Han. Ha ha! Besides, this paper command is just a nominal title. With it, we’re in a position to either attack or retreat, no longer passive.”
Ling Xiao turned his head and saw, behind the carved dragon pillar in the great hall, a skeleton soldier hiding. Its trident was only a dozen centimeters away.
That giant crevice was deep, dark, and mysterious. As Yang Yiyi entered, it was empty, and she vanished without a trace.
Upon hearing this, Yang Ang shouted from atop his horse, “Nameless intruder, violating my borders—I promise you, none shall return alive!” With that, he spurred his horse forward, spear poised for Wang Ping. His calculations were precise: take this man’s life first, then charge and rout the enemy, ensuring a retreat for his forces.
Old Tom brought Gao Xi and Lu Chengfeng here because he truly considered Gao Xi a friend. He wanted to give Gao Xi a tremendous surprise, since this place was quite special, full of intrigue, and might offer the chance to meet people who could be useful in the future.
A powerful force erupted, brooking no resistance. That giant hand seemed capable of crushing the heavens, reaching out toward Shanks and his companions. It spread, enveloping the sky, the earth, all directions—north, south, east, and west.