Chapter 120: Roller Coaster
Ye Feng finished handling the matter and walked over to Xia Ling with Man Yunyun, proudly asking, “So, big brother, wasn’t I handsome just now?”
“Shivering? You could have just killed him outright,” Xia Ling retorted, shooting Ye Feng a sharp glance.
“Killed him?” Ye Feng twitched at the corner of his mouth. Although they were at fault, it wasn’t a crime worthy of death. Xia Ling was just too cold-hearted.
Following Zhang Mian’s indication, Yang Xiu spotted a fiery beast at the foot of the Flame Mountain peak.
At that moment, he was puzzled: dwarves even had antibiotics; according to Earth’s historical trajectory, the internal combustion engine should have emerged long ago, so why was there no sound of vehicles anywhere?
She groped in midair a few times, touching his thick eyebrows, then tracing along the brow ridge to the brow’s peak, and sure enough, she found the raised patch of skin.
Only then did Lady Guo Luoluo breathe a sigh of relief. They stayed until nightfall, personally fed Sebuli the medicine, and then left with their servants.
He really had no desire to learn who the other party was or why they acted that way.
But Zhang Mo assured everyone that when Wang Feng returned, there would naturally be someone to receive him, putting their minds at ease.
That day, when Cheng Song said he was going to rescue a missing comrade, apart from the four from the Doll faction who said nothing, no one else objected. It seemed that rescuing a teammate was a matter of principle, urgent and indisputable to all.
Traveling from the capital to the Mulan Hunting Grounds was nearly crossing into a neighboring province, and by carriage it would take about three to five days.
Jiang Xing’s gaze fell upon the bustling streets and alleys but noticed that the martial arts arena was gathering more and more people. These were clearly soul masters residing in the city lord’s mansion, their eyes watching Jiang Xing with amusement and derision.
Though he needed to be a competent collaborator, he only had to know this place. As for the deeper reasons, he must know when to stop. His task was cooperation, not uncovering Wang Shuxian’s secrets.
The dilemma was passed back again: if he didn’t deal with Meng Yaor, it would be favoritism; if he did, it was obviously a setup, but he lacked evidence to prove her innocence.
“With your half-baked strength, you dare to challenge our Hope Guild? You should look in the mirror and see what kind of scoundrels you are—each one looking like a crooked melon, not even afraid to scare the flowers and grass,” Zhang Feiliang didn’t forget to throw a jab at them.
Not long after Yuan Chengjun left, Yuan Lin came to my room that night. Qing’er and Cuihong looked at him with wary eyes, fearing he would do something bad to me again.
The two stopped outside the vice principal’s office beside the principal’s office.
“Shut up,” Yan Shao commanded, then raised his hand and knocked on the door.
“Could it be Lin Tianqi? His cousin had suffered at the lady’s hands,” Ji Cheng pondered aloud.
Mu Jingchi’s hands were slender and well-proportioned, with long fingers and fair skin. Seeing those hands hold anything was a visual delight.
Zhou Yan saw a blank area ahead; on the ground was a massive demon hole from which demonic beasts constantly emerged.
They had witnessed too much war along the way. Now this land seemed like unclaimed territory, with everyone eager to take a bite, tearing off a piece of flesh and blood.
Chu Si’s smile grew wider. Chu Dai’er truly had some skill. In just a few days, she had made the first-class maid beside the old madam detest her so thoroughly.
Han Fenglin had actually heard Sister Li mention it, and even Du Wei’s big mouth had spilled the secret, but he pretended ignorance.
It didn’t dislike her, so it wasn’t that difficult after all. Ming Fei exhaled deeply and asked Gong Yuan, “When can I feed it?” Generally, a big dog of this kind wouldn’t easily accept food from a stranger. When it’s willing to eat what she offers, that would mean it had begun to trust her.