Chapter 125: Zhuge Qing and the Zhuge Army

“Zhao Aikun, just give up. If you tell us everything you know, word for word, maybe I can let you die a bit more mercifully. Otherwise, you should understand what it means to live worse than death,” Cao Bin said coldly.

At that moment, Zhao Aikun completely broke down. Clutching the withered tree in agony, he cried out, “Please... I beg you...”

He summoned his inner strength, delivering a punch that forced Gao Jianfei back. When he tried to raise his hand to block Long Wentian’s sword, his left arm went numb and he couldn’t lift it.

By the time they arrived in Chengdu, Ashui occasionally woke up and managed to say a few words, but would soon faint again.

“You’re not Gusuier? Yet you look so much like her. You must be the mother of Gusuier’s junior sister, right?” Yuan Wei asked.

Within a hundred-mile radius, nearly three hundred Nascent Soul cultivators had gathered. However, neither side made a move. They simply stared coldly at each other, their divine senses all locking onto their strongest treasures. Amid the calm, a tense and repressive atmosphere slowly began to spread.

Shen Ruoyu quickly shut her mouth and sulkily ate his flat peaches. Offending her would make life a living hell from then on.

Moreover, most of these cultivators were at the mid-Nascent Soul stage. Each one was either a sect leader or a supreme elder.

No one expected that the Candle Yin hunters had not extinguished the hope of the Di Mountain realm. On the contrary, Yuan Wei’s name was frequently mentioned, and the word “hope” stirred reflection among people. The hunters of Di Mountain grew rapidly in number.

At that moment, the beast let out fierce roars. Suddenly, its belly glowed brightly, and then it opened its huge mouth, unleashing a stream of high-temperature flames toward Zhang Shaofei’s fighter.

Jiang Xin, trapped in the illusion, had narrowly avoided attacks from the old bull and the shepherd boy several times and gradually calmed down. Watching their relentless fierce collisions, which had not weakened after dozens of clashes, Jiang Xin finally felt a twinge of doubt.

Seeing that Mali showed no emotion, Su Nan felt relieved. She took out a card, handed it to him, and told him to go back.

“You’re the one who’s childish,” Yang Duoduo said angrily, her face flushed. Why did she say that she was childish? Why didn’t she say she was rude? She kindly shared the news with Su Tao, but that arrogant and disdainful attitude—wasn’t that just looking down on her?

Su Tao resignedly took the rope and led Mango out for a walk to lose weight. When she opened the door, she saw Gu Qing’an. Su Tao wanted to say something but hesitated, finally sighing and leaving.

Seeing that Yang Chaoran had packed everything and was about to leave, Manager Tian seemed stunned.

But I can’t understand why, since they’re both sons, Quan He and Quan Yu are treated so differently. So I have to guess that Quan Yu, like me, was a foundling.

Although his happiness wasn’t obvious, the corners of his mouth lifted, showing his mood was still quite good.

In the days that followed, Dudu told her parents everything about Xiao Xiang. At first, they opposed it, but over time, they gradually accepted it.

Being scolded every day by the old master for not being as good as He Yiting was one thing, but now he said it right in front of me—that I could not tolerate.

She got up and asked the clerk for two egg tarts. Her phone showed there were still five spots ahead; it was about time to head back.

Hearing Yang Chaoran’s words, Xu Jingya was so angry she didn’t know what to say. Having no choice, she lifted her foot and stepped on Yang Chaoran’s heel with her high-heeled shoe.

Hiss, hiss, hiss—countless snake venoms struck the golden bowl, producing terrifying sounds. The venom was clearly dreadful, not only emitting a smell that made one nauseous but also seeming to possess extremely strong corrosive power.

“My goodness... finally class is over.” Watching the teacher storm out of the classroom in anger, Li Jingyun wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He couldn’t understand why, though he was a well-behaved—at least not a bad—student, he always became the teacher’s main “target” during class.