Chapter 159: You Die, I Live

Her appearance had caused countless people to lose their lives because of her. So that was how it was.... A tear slowly trickled down from the corner of Shi Yi's eye. So those children who had been abducted, the raving woman in the abandoned hospital, and the village that had suddenly relocated overnight—it was all because of her.

Within her body, not a single internal organ belonged to her; they were all pieced together to form a patchwork creature.

She was nothing more than a joke.

Her existence made countless—

Uncle Da discovered that Ah Mei was missing at around five-thirty. Normally, Ah Mei would already be up exercising and practicing meditation. Not seeing her get up today, he had asked Auntie Liu to go check, only to find that Ah Mei was gone.

Dropping his master persona, the Beile hopped and skipped right up to Gui Zizi, grabbed a boxed meal, and began devouring it hungrily.

Judging by the tone of the newcomer, however, it seemed that when he had carried out his bloody massacres in the past, he must have failed to root everyone out completely, leaving behind a disaster for the future. A wave of deep regret suddenly welled up inside Leisen's heart. Yet the regret he felt was not for having killed so many people, but for failing to clean up thoroughly enough, leaving behind this present peril.

Miao Renfeng and Meng Haoran were not tagalongs for nothing, especially with the white fox acting as an inside source. Since Meng Haoran constantly kept the white fox by his side, and the creature possessed extraordinary intelligence, many of Meng Haoran's techniques were secretly learned by the white fox. The white fox would then, through telepathic communication, teach those stolen techniques to Miao Renfeng.

Hong Qingxuan looked at Liang Lingfeng's twitching facial muscles. A happy and tender smile still lingered at the corners of her mouth, though inwardly she was already giving a cold hmph. *Serves you right for being so dense, you jerk. I'll pinch you to death.*

Fortunately, Chuan-chuan gracefully accepted the roses, a trace of joy in her eyes. With demure reserve, she offered her thanks and then gently declined.

To achieve the level of a Martialist at Liang Lingfeng's age meant his talent could rival those monstrous geniuses at the East Mystic Spirit Academy.

Lu Qiming smiled without a word. People proficient in divination might now be able to calculate his movements, but unfortunately, the margin of error would be so immense that it would be better not to calculate them at all.

"Hmph!" Although Li Yuanba had a limp, he remained nimble. Seizing the opportunity, he sprang up, holding his twin hammers high and smashing them toward Li Cunxiao's head.

Once proficiency reaches a certain degree, one falls into a mental bottleneck, always yearning for some slight variation to occur.

Ed's pupils contracted once more, and he tried desperately to reawaken the monster within his body, but ultimately failed. After his eyeballs twitched twice, his gaze fell into a brief state of chaos before returning to normal.

Su Yunliang glanced at the receding backs of Luo Tian and the others, feeling that she had done enough. Instantly, she raised both hands.

He deeply admired Lu Chen's discerning eye, being able to judge whether something was a treasure with just a few glances. Furthermore, even someone as stingy as Uncle Yang was actually willing to give things to Lu Chen for free—this alone was enough to demonstrate Lu Chen's skill and charm.

The moment she crossed that threshold into the courtyard and looked at the double red "Double Happiness" characters shimmering in gold on the shadow wall, Ruan Ruohuan felt that she had finally tasted the sweet after enduring all the bitter, having made it through her hardships. Tears blurred her vision, and as a full wave of grievances poured forth at that very moment, a smile hung on her face—the smile of a victor.

Meanwhile, the players lined up around Zijin heard the definitive words and cast strange, sidelong glances in her direction.

The old lady's affection for Lu Huanhuan was entirely genuine. Back when Lu Huanhuan was born, the old lady had already intended to arrange a childhood betrothal between her and Jiang Qianchuan, who was of a similar age.

Suddenly, Jun Yan strode over to Chujin and seized her by the throat. Chujin was choked until she could barely breathe, her hands instinctively swatting at the hand gripping her neck.

Sect Master Zuo Tang of the Zhoushan Sect, along with the elders and inner disciples, felt doubt beginning to take root in the hearts of some.

Assistant Rong followed closely behind. Though his head was bowed, the astonished and horrified expression on his face had completely betrayed him.