148 Weeping on the Snow 2

Tears streamed down her face; she didn’t understand why he was angry. And yet, he just left her like this.

Over two thousand Kunlun slaves charged out from the narrow pass, a scene of slaughter and carnage, colliding headlong into the slowly advancing Mongol cavalry brigade. They clashed with Shi Tianze’s central army.

My heart suddenly sank to the depths of a valley. I braced myself against the wall, my body unable to stop sliding downward.

Looking around, I realized we were inside a moving carriage. The uneven road caused the jolts. When my gaze settled on the other side of He Zhixu, I let out a quiet sigh of relief—Gu Xi sat there impassively.

A divine weapon of earth rank typically bore two markings; three markings were exceedingly rare, representing a pinnacle or even supreme weapon of earth rank.

These words had been rehearsed hundreds of times in my mind along the way; in fact, I should have said them when I handed over the flowers earlier.

Father was gravely ill. The company he valued so dearly was indeed founded single-handedly by Grandfather and came as an inheritance from Mother.

This time, they traveled to the capital on an official ship—spacious, grand, and most importantly, safe. Any bandits with a bit of sense wouldn’t dare cause trouble.

Jian Yijun deeply empathized with her sorrow. He was determined to bring this younger brother back; after all, he was the only bloodline left of the Jian family. Letting her go was simply impossible.

Without any unnecessary movements, the two surged forward through the roaring flames, activating the Flaming Phantom Step. They charged straight through the blazing inferno, leaving behind two fiery trails.

Indeed, Ximen Kuang’s voice seemed to come from the heavens, reaching directly into the hearts of all who heard.

Seeing his shock, Lie Guolos smiled faintly. He suddenly retreated, effortlessly evading the ranged attacks from the Royal Academy’s others. Then, pivoting his steps, he changed targets, striking at the ranged mages who were skirmishing nearby.

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With spirit and vigor, Li Youyue was about to give these detectives a lesson when a young male voice came from outside the door, teasing.

Liang Fei wondered if Bai Jingyu’s arrival this time was due to the failed matter concerning Xu Zhenzhen. After all, Xu Zhenzhen was currently hidden by Feng Piaopiao and had yet to appear publicly.

Nora listened in stunned silence, then swept her gaze across the vast plain. The horizon stretched endlessly, with not even a single mountain visible—meaning the once majestic mountain range had been completely flattened.

She turned to leave, but suddenly a transparent ripple arose around her, engulfed by a fiery red glow.

Chang Lin tried to persuade his mother, but Zhou Suhua shook him off fiercely. It seemed she intended to make a scene.

The security guard glanced sideways at Director Wang and Liang Fei. Seeing their weary appearances, he refused curtly.

Before leaving, Liang Fei noticed the fish tank. Even the fish inside had changed; they writhed in pain as if suffering stomachaches.

Chen Xiaoran looked toward Su Qing. Her cheeks flushed with shyness as she avoided his gaze. He noticed her ears were tinged with red, yet a smile lingered on her lips—a smile that hinted at her conflicting emotions of desire and fear.

“But I can’t shake the feeling that it looks familiar, like the mastiff the emperor gifted to the crown prince,” Yu Han hesitated, voicing her concern after studying it for some time.

Amber had no reason to lie. I immediately contacted Weiwu to ask how long he'd been there. Weiwu replied that Fulin and Li Jinying had been playing there the entire time and never left; Wang Qing was also present.

Upon hearing this news, Tong Tian and the others exchanged glances, nodded, and each withdrew from the front ranks. They had already secured what they came for and no longer saw any need to remain.

Shi Luomei glanced at Luo Hao but remained silent, seemingly waiting to see how he would handle the situation.

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“First war general, let my peak vitality witness your true strength!” A harsh, icy voice thundered.

Shortly after, Luo Hao sought out Situ Zhong and handed over the Jade Mystic Pearl, which had not been fully absorbed during their last assault on the deadly realm.

Having a formula was far from enough; a vast quantity of materials was needed to refine it. Within the entire peak realm, only the Invincible Sovereign Guild possessed such capability. Other guilds barely managed to sustain themselves with the materials they obtained.

Upon hearing this, Tong Tian rubbed his ear. The voice was loud enough to be deafening—fortunately, it was only within the game; otherwise, he might well have been deafened.

Xia Jia was having a great time and certainly wasn’t going to sleep now. Just as she was about to urge Liu Feng to continue matching, Jiang Xue beside him reacted the same way.

The once quiet room instantly took on a strange atmosphere. The two exchanged glances, uncertain how to proceed.

Looking further back, the subsequent entries confirmed my suspicions. Indeed, the diary’s owner was not a geologist but a forestry worker, just like the one whose diary had been on the desk earlier. Both were from the Gannan mountain region.

“If I am not here, this child will surely become a pawn of the Shi family. Then even if alive, what meaning would life hold?” she whispered softly.

With this, the issue of homosexuality would be disproved without argument. Could it be that this matter was fabricated?