Butterfly (27)

You’re not foolish; with the defenses of your Imperial City as strong as they are, my Heavenly Palace cannot breach them in a short time. But don’t forget, I have a great many men. If one day isn’t enough, then I’ll make it two. Sooner or later, you’ll be worn down and exhausted. When that time comes, don’t blame me for being ruthless.

He and his band of demon soldiers had suffered dearly at the hands of these mechanical guns, so he was eager to find out what exactly these things were.

Leaf Maple gripped the celestial shovel in his hand and hurled it fiercely toward the pile of radiant, multicolored stones.

“How about two thousand taels of gold?” After all, a thousand was simply too little; for those with spiritual power, it was indeed insufficient.

Without Lone Wolf, the chances of Yan Po Yue and Xiao Yunjie being exposed increased dramatically. Hounded by the Blue Army, tenacious as a shadow, Xiao Yunjie’s strength ran out. Unable to run any further, he fired his last grenade, and then was gunned down in a hail of bullets.

Ye Qingcheng and Xia Xun left, while Chen Dong stayed behind to continue stirring up the crowd. How far he could go now depended on himself.

Once Mu Qianxun fell asleep, Mu Youchen left as well. After all, it wouldn’t look good if someone found out he’d spent the night in Mu Qianxun’s room.

It was all just an excuse. She was the one he loved most, yet she was nothing compared to the importance of power.

A business plan that would take three years to implement—if word leaked and someone else got there first, it would become money in their pocket. In the world of commerce, they call this: fall behind by a single step, and you will fall behind at every step.

Helian Zhuofan shuddered all over, cold sweat pouring down his face. He realized now he had been far too self-assured.

He thought, since they were from the same village, the same hometown, they would see each other often; surely things wouldn’t get so bad as to back each other into a corner.

These people thought the strange phenomenon caused by the Roaring Thunder Gun just now meant someone from the Demon Heaven Continent was trying to slip into Sacred Heaven, so they decided to post guards at the fissure to prevent any suspicious person from returning.

But looking at Eva before him, countless thoughts swirled in Soro’s mind. He was powerless to deny that he still hadn’t forgotten Ruoxue.

Several days later, they arrived safely at Cold Mountain Town. The place was much the same as before; some commoners, seeing the giant craft in the sky, knelt and bowed in reverence.

One thing was certain: the pressure was immense. He knew he had to choose his actors carefully. If even one went wrong, he might never recover.

“Don’t worry. This piece is reserved for him—it’s a sure profit.” Li Qingxin, exhausted, rubbed her brow and then closed her eyes to rest.

“I can’t help it. You’re just too alluring—I simply can’t control myself.” Chen Qingdi didn’t know if he was truly remorseful or just feigning self-reproach.

Yet the Lord of Death didn’t feel cheated in the least. After all, the Eastern Emperor’s move was only a gesture of mutual restraint. But holding the Emperor’s vow and essence blood in hand had myriad uses; whichever way you looked at it, it was a win.

His reserved room was on the eighth floor. As the numbers in the elevator blinked by, his destination drew ever closer.

“He didn’t say. He said he’d tell you once he’d dealt with those three. And besides, you’re old friends.” The newcomer was Ling Feng.

But it was only a suggestion. When it came to the grand strategy and overall command of the team, he could be decisive and unwavering, but for these improvised skirmishes, he would not interfere too much.

Her whole body aching and limbs weak, she lay under a quilt still laced with the traces of the previous night, gradually recalling everything that had happened.

“Well, you two must be a pair of lunatics. Only you Japanese could run a gang this way—shameless, absolutely shameless.” Lei muttered in Mandarin as he rubbed his stinging cheek, knowing the silly girl across from him wouldn’t understand a word.

The crowd at the door gradually dispersed. The two girls remained kneeling with straight backs outside the general’s residence, determined not to rise even should Shen Qingwu refuse them shelter. Out of kindness, Shen Qingwu gave each of them a soft mat, and ordered Nanny Liu to fetch them cloaks for warmth.

“It’s already late. Why come out now instead of resting?” Gu Jingfeng supported her as she sat on a spring stool beside him, then sat down himself.

Three men, strangers to each other before arriving in the chaos of Myanmar, had come together by chance in the confusion. After surviving a brush with death, they swore brotherhood despite different surnames.

Lei and his group were in a stretch of open ground, seven or eight meters across. Normally, the distance between the two sides was great enough that crawling across would pose little risk. But now, with the militia charging up and less than fifty meters away, if they climbed out of the trench, they’d become sitting ducks.

“Let’s just camp here. Unless something unexpected happens, we’ll stay put for the next couple of days.” Lei glanced at Mike and Ryoze Meiji as he spoke.

But when he found himself unable to last even a single exchange against Sun Changning—even when the latter was holding back—the burning desire for battle in his heart was instantly extinguished by more than half.