42 Estrangement

"..." What were they supposed to do? Forget Murong Feiming; even Helian Heya was speechless. A request with no requirements was the hardest kind to handle. When someone says nothing yet remains unwilling, anything they do seems to fall short of the mark.

However, everything comes with a price. If the cost of her revenge was to be the sacrifice of He Xianfei, then she would have to repay his kindness in the next life.

"Friendship is as clear as water, but brotherhood is as thick as... well, you know. Fine!" Zongyang repeated one of Mu Tian's catchphrases, shoved his sword behind his back, and unbuckled his belt.

In truth, she just wanted to find something to do to keep herself from letting her mind wander.

Though he remained silent and his expression was frozen, the Underworld was so terrifyingly still that one could faintly hear the grinding of the newcomer's teeth. A moment later, a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Although those at level eight and below could not be heroes, someone still had to be the unlucky soul to cover the retreat. Thus, with the incapacitated Caroline being carried away by Zhongsun Zhifeng, Leafman and the other three stayed behind.

In her dreams that night, Swan’s face appeared everywhere. So, she was someone I could look forward to seeing, too.

She rushed over immediately. Lifting his face, she saw veins bulging on his forehead, and sweat the size of peas sliding down, drop by drop.

Leng Muhuan did not explicitly state whether the old man would be rewarded or punished, but he did mention rewarding Shang Jun. Wouldn't rewarding Shang Jun be the same as rewarding the old man? It was just that the Emperor had no reason to reward the old man directly; if he had, it would have been improper. Shang Jun would naturally provide the old man with a handsome reward—after all, it was Shang Jun who had invited him.

"It's optical camouflage!" Susan cried out in alarm. This might not be standard optical camouflage, but a defensive measure capable of masking even spirit-particle flows. Where was that big guy planning to go?

Gu Yao pushed open the door and, sure enough, saw a withered old man pacing back and forth. His empty robes fluttered and rustled in the night wind.

The major factions had been prepared for Chang Qing to absorb their military forces, break them up, reorganize them, and train an army that answered only to him. But he did nothing of the sort, as if his election as supreme commander had been nothing more than a dream.

"Wait a second, when did you get transferred to the Eleventh Hall?" Zhao Ling’er asked, looking at him with a puzzled expression.

It was an aged building with a large sign that read "Yifu Hall," though the character "Yi" was missing a stroke, looking rather strange.

Only now did Chang Qing realize the true value of the intricate arrays on the Fire Kirin Spear back in the day. The idea that simply injecting spiritual energy could carry the people of an entire city across the ocean was simply the stuff of fairy tales.

Angela bit her lip and said nothing more, standing quietly by Suha's side and gazing into the distance with him.

Angela did not believe Suha's nonsense. Seeing the blood-soaked gauze, her heart ached terribly. She knew Suha was lying just to put their minds at ease.

"I mean, did you go to that old school today just because of that post?" Lin Sen asked.

Fifteen minutes later, while waiting for the next round of applicants, Bamboo pulled a face and took a sip of her coffee. It had gone cold, so she set it back down.

At this moment, Emperor Li the Second walked over, panting. It was clear he had received the news that the Empress was about to give birth and had run the entire way.

As a Heaven-Awakener, Bing Wu wanted to know if Cang Jian was qualified to measure his strength against her own.

After seeing the Ninth Saint Son, although Lin Qingchen knew what choice the Ninth Saint Son would ultimately make, he still couldn't help but say a little more.

As spiritual energy was slowly injected into it, an invisible ripple spread out, eventually shielding the entire house, instantly insulating it from the wind and noise outside.

After all, Hailan Duo was the son of the Morning King. If he really intended to tell the Morning King that she had secretly spirited away Xueluo, then she wouldn't mind blowing the matter wide open!

It’s like when someone mentions Beijing; the first impression isn't the Great Wall or the Forbidden City, but duck... one has to admit, it’s a bit awkward.

However, this required the body to be able to withstand the erosion of natural energy. Orochimaru’s constitution was too weak to endure it, and he failed to inherit the Sage Mode of Ryuchi Cave. It was a matter of innate aptitude; he wouldn't have been able to sustain it in the long run anyway.

"Hey, you don't have to sleep in the chair. I don't mind sharing, I really don't. Look at how comfortable it is to lie down like this, isn't it?" Chu Ya clung to Zhu Chuan’s arm, refusing to let go, pulling him to sleep with her.

Paul opened his mouth to speak, but Colin beat him to it. Paul could only roll his eyes in secret; wasn't it agreed that I would be the one to introduce the project?

"Hah!" With a sharp shout, a pitch-black blade-light flashed before Lance’s eyes. Lance looked up, pleasantly surprised.

In the eyes of the Demon Emperor, the power of the Demonic Laws Tian Yu possessed back then was already pure enough.

Because he was completely unable to sense this guy’s strength, he truly could not believe how powerful this person actually was! "If you just want to go in and buy something, then go ahead," one of the large men said, keeping his eyes fixed on Luffy.

The coordination between the two giant dragons was remarkably tacit, and their power was fully displayed—even greater than the one before them.