Chapter 117: The Fall

Shu Yiming got into the car. As soon as he sat down, Ji Xiaoxiao asked, "So, all of this was your scheme, wasn't it? You released Shu Ji on purpose, and you also intentionally made me believe that we were safe now, right?"

"Hmm, something like that. You could put it that way," Shu Yiming replied calmly. He looked at Ji Xiaoxiao and continued to explain.

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They had paid such a heavy price, risking their very lives to achieve what seemed impossible, reaching a point of extreme peril; yet, in Qin Yuan's hands, was it solved so simply?

After confirming there were no more ghost-faced monkeys, he decisively chose to strike. Holding the Kunwu Sword in his hand, a baleful aura began to permeate the air.

"Please, I beg you to take good care of Youcai. This old man has lived long enough," Old Sun said softly.

He opened the wine jar, poured two bowls, and handed one to Xu Mo. Seeing that Xu Mo was still distracted, he clinked his bowl against Xu Mo's and drained his in one go.

Zhou An paused his steps, thought for a moment, and turned back to leave, but then stopped again. After another moment of hesitation, he turned back and headed toward the gate of the sleeping quarters.

It was important to know that although the storage bracelet was considered a magical artifact, because a vast space had been forcibly carved out within it, the material itself, no matter how sturdy, became much more fragile and easily damaged.

Inside was information regarding the rebellion of the Wei family in Jiaozhou. A noble family rebelling had little to do with Master Miaoyan, but the fact that a large number of martial artists were involved, helping the Wei family seize the mountain passes—that was a different matter entirely.

As for the Obstacle Ghost opposite, it had been afflicted with a stack of debuffs—slowed movement, reduced attack power, and crippled speed. It was now truly unable to take a single step forward.

Londo simply smiled lightly as he listened to Hasef, though the cold glint in his eyes grew increasingly intense with each passing day.

Xu Hui's eyes slowly welled up with moisture. She gazed through the mist at the empty doorway, let out a few soft laughs, then leaned back onto the couch and closed her eyes.

Londo had loved her mother, but in the end, her mother had chosen his father.

Shen Qingming trembled as she was bitten. The chili grew larger, nudging her awake. Dazed and confused, she still didn't recognize what was happening.

A nine-tailed fox? A few demons snatched it away, fighting halfway through. The sounds of clashing echoed, but the desolate mountain was sturdy enough; it would remain desolate regardless of the fight.

Shen Qingming had many needs, but he feared she wouldn't be able to bear them, so he finished quickly, intending to make up for it later.

Junying thought this would frighten Jun Qian and glanced at her instinctively, only to find Jun Qian's expression calm, showing no signs of being scared. Junying couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Duanmu De-shun was indeed calculating against Xu Zhihu. Whether by staying calm or using the child to claim she was feeling unwell, the point was simply to get him to come.

He had considered every possible scenario, but from noon until dusk, he had found no clues at all.

"Haha, then I shall look forward to my sister's protection," Ning Yuanwu laughed heartily. He picked up his wine glass from the low table, toasted Ning Yaoyao, and downed it in one breath.

It was enough for Shen Tang to finally understand what "liking" meant; the passion Xiao Yumo had received in the past might not have been born from genuine factors.

Shi Yetian, standing to the side, was even more perplexed. He always felt that the Emperor was a little different today.

"Wait and see. If he continues to threaten our safety, he can't blame us for what happens next!" Wang Feng replied in a low voice.

Bai Yunfei and Robert were just about to drift off into sleep in the middle of the day when they were jolted awake by the sound of an explosion. In an instant, the entire room was filled with thick, black smoke.

Wearing Xiao Jingchen's suit jacket, Shen Tang suddenly felt a bit awkward. Her fingers unconsciously tugged at the hem, and she felt as if she were being enveloped by Xiao Jingchen's scent.

Mu Hong thought to himself that Gao Tai had already realized the Yan Kingdom was at the end of its rope and had few days left. Perhaps that was why he didn't want to hold office. However, he still hadn't figured out the question of whether a Han person should help a foreign race.