Volume One, Chapter 131: If I Don’t Return, Won’t You Be Worried?

Bai Zhiyao left first.

"What did you say to her? She was crying like that."

"I told her to know her place." Mo Xingyuan’s expression was also far from pleasant.

Su Li assumed that Bai Zhiyao must have said something Mo Xingyuan didn't want to hear. She was in no position to judge how things had turned out between the former lovers. She only felt that the people who know how to hurt us the deepest are often the ones we love the most. Putting aside the fact that Bai Zhiyao was her romantic rival, she was actually quite pitiable. Because she loved Mo Xingyuan, she had been hurt to such an extent.

In a mere second, an old man appeared beside Luo Jue. His skin was wrinkled and desiccated, looking terrifyingly like a dried corpse. The scene was filled with a thick mist; though no people or beasts were visible, an inexplicable pressure weighed upon the air.

Then, she added, "Dabu Shuiyun, see off Commander Lang." Her tone carried a sense of relief. Seeing this, Lang Qige felt a bitter taste in his heart. Unable to bear watching Qiu Xuan suffer any longer, he strode out of the room.

She hated that Ye Haochuan was so ungrateful. This time, she had clearly been trying to help him out of a tight spot, yet this fellow didn't appreciate it at all.

Five minutes later, all the materials had been refined. Lu Yu had spent less than thirty seconds on each semi-finished product, and throughout the process, there had been almost no errors.

According to his plan, once he captured Kaifeng—this "land of dragon's prosperity"—he would have the leverage to contend with Zhu Youzhen for the throne. Once Kaifeng fell, the connection between Luoyang and the eastern provinces would be severed, and the local garrisons, especially the main Liang forces along the Yellow River, would likely surrender to him in their panic.

Lin Jie sized up the demon monk. No matter how he looked at him, he seemed unreliable, but the craving for power occupied the dominant position in his heart. He knelt respectfully and kowtowed three times to the demon monk.

In the midst of their combat, Murong Detao suddenly unleashed a hidden weapon, aiming straight for Tuoba Jie’s face. Tuoba Jie dodged quickly, and the weapon missed.

With Luoyang, the Eye of Heaven, Burning Heaven, and the Dragon family’s martial arts, Ye Haochuan had many ways to finish off the middle-aged man.

Dabu Shuiyun’s heart pounded. She gripped her sword hilt tightly with one hand and steadied herself against the wall with the other, moving slowly toward the window.

Dressed in a black suit, Yu also attended the funeral. The Third Hokage stood on the podium reading the eulogy, while all the ninjas of Konoha stood in silent mourning.

As of now, the technological content of manufacturing in the Pearl River Delta was already far superior to the historical period when low-end industries were transferred over from Hong Kong.

Xuanyuan Jie was in a fit of rage. Hearing Xuanyuan Lie’s words, he replied with a sinister sneer, "You think you can? Then let’s have another match."

Han Yan had always hoped to play it safe and stay out of trouble. Even after subduing the Taishan bandits and later recruiting Hu Min, deep down, he had no desire to fight for power. This stemmed from his fear of the chaotic times and, even more, his concern for his family.

"Thank you," Qin Yuqing said elegantly, then slowly extended one of her jade-like arms.

A low, hoarse voice sounded, and a slender figure gradually emerged from the dense, dusty mist.

Therefore, in this ninja world, no matter how talented or hardworking others were, they could not compete with them.

"Don't worry, don't worry. My mom is very gentle, and she respects my opinions. Actually, my mom thinks that as long as I’m happy, that’s all that matters," Zhou Xuanying said proudly.

"It seems this isn't an authentic piece!" Tang Chen had already gauged the situation and continued to haggle with the clerk over the painting of the God of Wealth. In the end, the clerk was left with no choice but to seek help from Boss Liu.

Of course, even for this matter, if money could solve it, Ye Qiu preferred to pay. He didn't like owing favors.

The Heavenly Demon Cricket sovereign, Yan You, naturally detected the zombie tide. Her first reaction was to flee, but under the control of Tang Feng’s contract, she was forced to fly toward Jingu City according to his orders.

A moment later, commands were sent out in all directions. The Myriad-Claw Demon King waved his hand, producing the blood crystals gathered by his subordinates. With a thought, the Blood Realm Stone in his hand flared with a brilliant, blood-red light. Accompanied by a deafening roar that shook the heavens and earth, a massive vortex appeared.

"Humanity, you really have arrived late..." Emperor Fengdu looked at the approaching figure, his tone laced with a hint of sarcasm.

In her sleep, Yan Yinzhi mumbled a few words, pushed away the hand touching her face, turned over, and continued to sleep.

Mu Zilu glanced at Jing Che indifferently, then turned her head away. He had actually brought Qiu Yueying out and exposed her to the public eye; was he trying to prove something?

Mu Zilu wondered why Cang You was being so kind to Feng Hongling. Hadn't the two of them just met?

Two strangers who, in order to save him, could disregard everything—this debt of gratitude was something he, Zhang Qinglin, would never forget.

Under the temptation of the delicious food, the villagers’ initial vigilance vanished completely. It seemed there were some pirates who weren't so detestable after all.

"Then you should just report the medical expenses!" He hadn't expected that seeking out Rong Chen this time would yield no results.

He couldn't understand how, even after seeing through Jiang Ye’s bluff, he still had the protection of so many people.

Upon arriving at the Yiyuan Palace, just after she finished her bows, the Emperor threw the memorial he was holding at her head.

It was worth noting that currently, perhaps only the three great zombie kings and three great beast kings had advanced to level four. As for the crystals of those six, no matter how formidable Yan Chengfeng was, he could only dream of them.

As for why Nangong Mingyue didn't take him to a hotel or a hospital, it was naturally to save money. Besides, she had already checked Tang Hao’s injuries; he wouldn't die in the short term.

According to Song Wuxin, Gongyang Ming was also from a hidden family, so he could fully be considered a noble benefactor.

It was a faint, clean fragrance with a light sweetness, like morning dew or the air at dawn. In short, smelling it brought a sense of comfort and joy.

In an era without War Emperors, only the Imperial weapons left behind by them could pull people out of the Demon Realm, provided they consumed a massive amount of energy.

Therefore, they set the threshold for entry very high. Even the soldiers at the city gates would extort whatever they could from the refugees trying to enter the territory.

Jiang Ye gathered Qin Ya, Zhang Zheng-hao, Tang Shiyu, and others to briefly and concisely explain the direction for future development.

"Wife, I’m done with my shower." Su Yuan lifted the quilt and leaned against the bedside just like her, his hand habitually resting on her waist.

"You are a person of deep sentiment and true nature. For the sake of your sincerity, I will not kill you this time," the Taiji Demon Ancestor said with a faint, casual smile.

"Wait until you can handle one move from me before you talk," Yan Zhen sneered, then placed his hand on his sword hilt and drew it with a sudden, sharp motion.

This was the army, after all. Even though Yang Longyan and Yang Meng were of noble status—especially Yang Longyan, who had been conferred as a prince with a title far above that of Zhu Siqing—they dared not defy military orders at this time.