Spring’s Message Amid the Snow 17

He thought there was no one around, so he picked up the brush, lifted the bucket, and walked deeper into the stable. But suddenly, a burly, bearded man sprang from the shadows and crashed right into him, drenching him from head to toe with the water from the wooden bucket.

A warm hand was held in his palm, and Xuemeng could feel her own breathing growing a little rapid.

"Where do you feel unwell?" Ye Zhiyuan ignored the sudden sense of distance that had appeared and lifted his eyes to scrutinize him carefully.

Fang Cheng didn't know how to answer. His master's arrangement had come so abruptly, he hadn't been mentally prepared at all.

Ling Mo, lacking experience and not wanting to frighten her, merely brushed his lips against hers and let her go.

"Curse these humans!" Many among the Starfolk fixed their eyes intently on Fang Cheng, as if searching for any flaw or gap in his defenses.

All the Void Monarchs felt their hearts tighten and immediately gathered around Lightthorn with concern and anxiety. With each violent cough, foam glowing with light frothed from Lightthorn's lips.

"You tell me not to move, then you want me to come in. I don't know how to do that—why don't you teach me?" The person outside the screen seemed not the least bit afraid of the blade at their throat, even speaking with a hint of laughter.

"Do you really want to know?" The voice was low, and her gaze grew heated. When An Zhiyao understood her intent, he could not help but sneer, the corners of his mouth curling, a bright glimmer of interest sparking beneath his glazed eyes.

"The sooner the pain ends, the sooner you'll let me go." Ye Jing's eyes were vacant, his mind flooded with memories of Zhou Xuan collapsing onto him, covered in wounds, and then of Ye Zhiyuan playing the piano gently and serenely.

After all, billionaires of different leagues rarely mingle in the same circles—this much He Pujun understood perfectly well.

From this, it could be surmised what might have transpired between Lin, Chen, and Hua during this period.

But unlike the Pure Yang Sword Palace, which welcomed all comers, the Shu Mountain Sword Sect had always remained aloof from the world, wholly dedicated to the highest pursuit of swordsmanship—one almost never saw their disciples roaming the martial world.

He was just a student, albeit a notorious one at school, but how could he ever be a match for a gang boss from society?

A wisp of sinister mist descended, exuding an eerie and ominous aura that set both void and earth astir.

Only then did the crowd come to their senses and begin to make their way out, for any further delay would disrupt the normal operations of the airport.

Lin Xingliang said to Jin Shengzhe, Ping Ci, and the others, "Perhaps they've been watching the battlefield all along, waiting for the perfect moment to strike—either when we're about to lose, or when the dinosaurs are nearly wiped out."

Nanny Wu nodded, then picked up her chopsticks and, after taking a bite, chewed slowly and carefully, her expression serious.

Jiang Yun knew that no matter how strong Qinghai was, he could never defeat the Venerable of the Pure Vase. Fearing he'd be hurt, she decisively stepped forward, bathed in Buddhist light.

Heaven's Son Tianyu had not lied: from the moment he was born, he had already successfully reincarnated; as an immortal who had cultivated for a thousand years, he naturally would not cry.

"Mufeng, where is Qiancao?" For some time now, Chihui's team had been searching for Qiancao, who was in the same group as Mufeng Ye. She hadn't been seen at all since earlier; they had assumed she was on some special task, but apparently, that was not the case.

The man moved as lightly as a swallow, stepping onto the nearby rocks. With a sudden burst of force, he leapt two zhang into the air, landing by the escaping Qiongqi's ankle, and plunged his blade into the creature's hind leg.

To achieve immortality through cultivation is exceedingly difficult—a thousand troops must charge across a single-log bridge. Many reach the brink, but those who actually cross are very few indeed.

After the old men finished conferring, they rushed outside, leaving only Guan Peian and the cold-eyed elder behind.

"This matter, I've already considered for you. Go venture into Lizhou—three thousand li around, the Southern Li Great State is vast enough for you to explore. And this time, you aren't just going as a tourist. I've arranged a task for you!" said Chu Tiankuo.

The fat man cursed, then fell silent for a moment, his eyes rolling as if he suddenly had an idea. He turned to look at the group sitting nearby—Shanzi and his crew.

Although Claude was repulsed by Vera's actions, for now, their survival depended on accepting this seemingly immoral information and using it to develop the skills and abilities needed against different adversaries.

Startled, the pair spun around to see Xia Mingfeng sitting cross-legged in midair, his face calm, hands constantly moving. Even his flesh seemed to stir, devouring the surging spiritual energy, until, in the dense space around him, a vacuum formed.

Each corpse bore the same marks: identical clothing and iron collars around their necks. The bodies were already badly decomposed, the stench so foul we had to cover our mouths and noses to inspect them. At first glance, their clothes seemed like some sort of uniform, nothing particularly noteworthy.

Aside from Fei Yingcai, who was already crippled and unable to act, none of the others present were willing to use their last resort.

Just then, the black pattern on her forehead flickered faintly, and Mina's attitude changed markedly.

Zhuge Ruolan, uncharacteristically, remained silent, while Zhuge Qiuhan's cheeks flushed with a shy blush as she glanced at him and spoke softly.

His corrupted counterpart was no less defiant, and at the same moment, Susanoo turned a shade of violet-blue.

The immortal, helpless in the face of my struggles, gently pried my mouth open with his hand. If I hadn't been so weak, he would never have succeeded. I am skilled at forgetting—his sweet words had barely drifted into my ears before I had already forgotten them completely.

Gu Zichen's senses were keen; he instantly noticed someone watching him with considerable amusement. He looked up sharply in that direction, meeting a gaze as piercing as a flying dagger, striking straight at Ying Qiqi.

After hanging up, He Jinxia set her phone down and stared at the stack of scripts on the table, lost in thought.

After her delight, Zhuge Ruolan quickly composed herself. Although Wu Zheng always seemed mischievous, he was the first to arrive whenever something went wrong.

A-Xing, speaking as he went, pulled out a string of ornate brass keys and unlocked the door. After sending Jiang Yao and his companion into the room, he took his leave.