Chapter 108: Dong Chichi

“What the—seriously, what does this person do? How does he even have such equipment?”
“I can understand having that gear, but why is he aiming it at these animals? What’s he monitoring them for?”
“Exactly, what’s his purpose in doing all this?”
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Dongfang Cheng and his companions lifted multiple layers of lockdown. The Blood Dragon concealed itself within the clouds, heading toward the next gathering point of the insect army.
The assassin hidden in the shadows broke out in a cold sweat at these words. Was this youth’s perception truly so acute?
Jiang Zhige, seeing that Shi Lingding had carefully examined the wounds of Desolation, began skillfully lighting a candlestick and picking up silver needles to treat him. Most of her worries faded, and she decided to lie peacefully on the ground, closing her eyes to rest.
“The captain must have his own plan.” Ling Xuan was the first to calm down, breaking the strange atmosphere with a single sentence.
Xu Changfeng nodded, watching them leave the Fish Market. The market regained its former hustle and bustle, but the youth’s heart grew inexplicably restless.
“No need for that! I am not in need of the Water-Avoiding Pearl; it’s a gift for Wukong. He’s not very good in the water, but once he has this pearl, he’ll be as comfortable in the water as on land,” Chen Fan said coolly.
In that instant, their eyes met. Qingtian gazed at her, discovering feelings he himself had never noticed before.
Though she appeared only sixteen or seventeen, her years of cultivation far exceeded her age. As for the reason why she could preserve her youth eternally, that remained unknown.
They’ve come all the way to the company—such behavior cannot be indulged. They must be properly taught a lesson.
People couldn’t help but admire Lu Chen even more; he had managed to have Black and White Impermanence themselves come to handle the matter. Legend had it that wandering spirits and ghosts were usually dealt with by any random underworld messenger. There was never such a grand display—this was solely for Lu Chen’s sake.
Within the ripples, there seemed to be a mysterious force, a peculiar rhythm. As the ripples trembled, the longsword was smoothed away silently and imperceptibly.
Among the soaring gates, there were forty elders in total. Aside from a few with special status who remained aloof, the remaining thirty or so were all present.
The warrior with the wild lion mask continued rushing upward at great speed, seemingly unaffected by anything.
To protect their property, they had no choice but to take up arms and fight. The situation in the Holy City grew ever more chaotic.
Yet Ye Han knew in his heart that these two were truly beasts in human guise—devious and ruthless. Who knew when they might stab him in the back? Ye Han would never let them off easily.
“I haven’t really considered such matters. I’ve always felt that enjoying this kind of life is only proper,” Felicius remarked with emotion.
Still, curiosity flickered in Ye Han’s eyes. He had not yet stepped inside when a figure suddenly pulled him back.
Lamia was somewhat like Peilus, also founded by Thessalians. Because the city lay outside Thessalian traditional territory and was hard to reach, other Thessalian city-states kept their distance. Some even claimed Lamia was not a Thessalian city-state at all.
“Remember, these two must never utter another word in their lives. Their livelihood depends entirely on sweet-talking others. Let’s see how they manage to con anyone now!” Ling Duyu said to Mei Feixue.
This led Li Cheng to drink quite a bit. Although his constitution had surpassed that of ordinary mortals, he was still slightly tipsy. He lay on his bed, and before long, drifted into sleep.