Chapter 32: Braised Mutton
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“Hey, hey! Liu Feng, what are you thinking about?” Jiang Feier stared at the distracted Liu Feng with her large, jet-black eyes.
Fortunately, Liu Feng was a cultivator. Had he been an ordinary man, that punch would certainly have landed squarely on his face.
Yu Furong retreated slightly. Seeing how utterly tactless she was, the other children were filled with contempt and wished they could step forward themselves to put on a good show before Su Yunhe.
She climbed in through the window. Perhaps because Wan Meisheng had been busy all day yesterday, he was still lying in bed at this hour. Yu Furong crept quietly to the bedside, intending to give him a scare, but he suddenly opened his eyes, startling her instead.
Seeing that Xiao Pojun was trying to brace himself up, Cheng Luyu pressed down with even greater force. Xiao Pojun pushed upward in response. Cheng Luyu’s eyes flashed. He twisted the blade and, using the light filtering through the great tree, thrust it toward Xiao Pojun’s eyes. Unable to endure it, Xiao Pojun narrowed his eyes.
Yu Furong knew that he had a plan in mind. Since she had chosen to conspire with him, she naturally had to trust him. She had entrusted even her life to him—how could she fear that he would harm her?
Jinge and the King of Hell, Yaomei and Fengyue, Shen Fu and Liu Ji—whichever side one looked at, each pair was engaged in an earth-shaking battle. Murong Zhaoyun did not intervene; he merely watched in silence.
Hearing that form of address, Rong Jin immediately adjusted his expression to perfection. Turning around with a smile, he addressed the newcomer by his surname with impeccable accuracy.
Ah, today’s physical-education class wore me out completely, so I’ll post one chapter tonight and another during the day. You can wait until daytime to read them as well. Reading two chapters at once may be better anyway.
“…You have quite an appetite today.” Yu Feili smiled softly. He was not bothered in the slightest by Chaolu’s aloofness and sat down uninvited in the chair beside her.
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“Ningning,” he called softly. His voice was unexpectedly gentle, like a spring breeze drifting past with a faint fragrance that soothed the heart and refreshed the spirit.
Yet the worst was still to come. Hong Ye had tormented her throughout the entire night, leaving her legs so weak that her slender thighs could barely draw together when she walked. Then he heartlessly vanished, shamelessly running off.
On the way here, he encountered Tang Qingyu and Manlian in the men’s lodging at the foot of Cloudpeak Mountain. When they ran into a little trouble, he helped them along the way.
“Captain, that place doesn’t look as though there are any mechanisms there. Why don’t we go over and take a look?” Seeing Li Dong’s expression, Old Kong knew there was no point in asking further, so he made the suggestion from the side.
Golden Sand Royal City possessed a thousand miles of fertile land and a population of one million. The “Shu Brocade Road” stretched across dozens of countries for more than ten thousand kilometers. Even the first pharaoh of Egypt took pride in wearing Shu embroidery.
Seeing that Ling Gu knew every detail about him, Xiao Yan did not conceal anything. After pondering for a moment, he carefully recounted his encounter with the manifested form of the Starfield Sovereign. Whether intentionally or not, he did not mention the Star Heaven Stele at all.
Ignoring Ye Feng, Xiao Yan drew a deep breath and cupped his fists toward the old man. He could tell that the elder before him was far more powerful than himself and might even have reached the Celestial Venerable realm. If they fought here, they might well damage the Starfall Stone Cauldron. Since the old man had not made a move, Xiao Yan was perfectly willing to play along.
At the same moment Master Xie stopped, the others who had arrived one after another also noticed the situation. Along with their astonishment came considerable confusion; they could not understand what those corpse-like figures actually were. Because of the lighting and the distance between them, they could not see clearly.
When they reached Apricot Rain Alley, they entered directly from the far end and stopped outside the Cheng residence. Seeing that the courtyard gate was closed, the Prince of Chen was about to knock, but then remembered that Yue’er might not yet be awake. He simply pushed against the gate. Sure enough, it was not bolted.
A moment ago he had still been talking to me about “friendship,” and the next he had vanished without a trace. Could he have been possessed?
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Afterward, fearing that the common people would not understand what it meant, several experts from Imperial University once again began twisting their mouths and spouting filthy nonsense.
Li Xiu’s expression was gloomy as he said bitterly, “In truth… ever since the founding patriarch of the Heaven’s Mandate Sect, the Old Man of Heaven’s Determination, entered seclusion, Ang Tianqi has spent all these decades testing the limits of our patience. Whether this time… or the last, it has been the same.”
Previously, he had been half wild and half patient, teasing her playfully as he led her to savor things slowly, grow dizzy slowly, and sink into them slowly.
Since Tuo Yuan had said so, the only way to make the Eight-Eyed Organization display its strength now was to deploy Yang Yongqiang. Yang Yongqiang was the most crucial spy mentioned in Zhou Ming’s intelligence, and using him would be one of the factors that provoked the Eight-Eyed Organization’s fury.
“I have already seen through your tricks. I’m not afraid of you. Stop now, and I’ll pretend none of this ever happened.” Jiang Qiaojian responded with a martial-arts flourish. In his nervousness, he blurted out a line from a Hong Kong police film he had once watched.
Seeing everyone staring at him, he turned around and gave them a foolish grin. One foot stretched toward them, bearing six toes of equal length that moved with astonishing agility, like fingers playing a piano.
“…” Manhua truly did not know how to answer. She had always believed that the Crown Prince was secretly making things difficult for her. Never had she imagined that he had actually fallen in love with her. In her panic, she turned and ran.
The Dharma King Dabao let out a quiet sigh. He was a virtuous and highly accomplished monk, so how could he stand by and allow these wronged spirits to suffer amid fire and water? With his palms pressed together, he slowly descended toward the battlefield. Golden Buddhist radiance poured from his body, spreading across the field and delivering one after another of the battlefield’s wronged souls, whose bones and flesh had been tainted by the aura of bloodshed.
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