Chapter 33

In the second-to-last carriage, Taiping suddenly flung open the door and dragged Erping, sprinting toward the streets of Fangshan Town.

Zhan Feng’s expression turned unusually solemn; his eyes fixed intently below as he swiftly extended his spiritual senses. When he discerned the situation on the ground, a sudden chill ran through him. He inhaled sharply, immediately restraining Yanwu, who was eager to leap into action.

After Jiji revealed its remarkable speed, Song Baiyu never ceased practicing with it. Although his consciousness couldn’t keep up with the blade’s swiftness, his body reacted ahead of his mind.

Just as the shadow was about to touch the circle of light, a fierce silver arc of lightning surged forth. Like a whip cracking, it lashed out at the black mist.

Thus, under the astonished gazes of the Mongols and Batumunk, the Ming soldiers who had been entangled with the Mongols mere moments before suddenly widened the distance between them.

“If that’s the case, then we have no choice but to concentrate our forces and fight to the death alongside them,” Zheng E declared resolutely.

Having walked a considerable distance and noticing no one following, Jia Sidao finally breathed a sigh of relief. In just that short time, Jia Sidao’s feelings fluctuated like a roller coaster. He glanced at the five pieces of porcelain cradled in his hands, his expression clearing slightly. Things others fought to seize couldn’t be wrong, could they?

After searching for several minutes, Song Baiyu still couldn’t find the entrance to the supposed basement. Meanwhile, Jiji hopped up and down anxiously, scratching its head in frustration.

Amnesia? Who’s amnesiac? Wasn’t I the one being questioned? How did that golden python answer? Who exactly is Mang Xingyun? Who is Qiu Tian?

Even without Zhao Yangliu’s presence, he would never allow Lin Wuhen to snatch away his lady. His people wouldn’t tolerate anyone harboring such intentions.

The atmosphere instantly reached its boiling point. One by one, the stars took the stage again, softly applauding.

After Ma Chao slaughtered dozens of attackers sneaking from the camp’s flank, he saw Ma Dai calling him from nearby.

“Don’t call me sister, got it?” Yulan roared the moment Mao Ya addressed her as sister, instantly forgetting her tension.

“I know my own strength better than you do. Since you want me to sign, then I will. Watch closely,” Gu Huang said, signing his name on the contract.

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While everyone was still lost in Beitang Feng’s heartfelt declaration, outside the church, a squadron of planes surrounded the area.

As You Mingtian and his companions approached, they were puzzled. How did the conversation suddenly veer to lavatories? Who lights candles in the bathroom? That’s madness!

Not only did Amelia and the others harbor doubts, even the students gathered to watch the duel sensed something was amiss.

I exhaled and handed him a piece of cake. If I killed him by feeding him, that would be an injustice, and I’d be crying tears of rebirth in vain.

“Elder, whatever punishment the Discipline Court assigns me, just say it. I harbor no regrets,” Gu Huang said after hearing from Pang Zhou. Though the punishment was ten soul-refining lashes—grim as it sounded—Gu Huang reckoned he could endure it with grit.

“No release.” A certain beauty slightly straightened up, her dark eyes fixed on her for a long moment before shaking her head and resolutely rejecting An Xiaoxiao’s proposal.

Though she had no role today, she still chose to come to the set, prepared to watch Gu Xiran at any time.

It wasn’t actually impolite—just that Su Jinshi spoke too bluntly, lacking tact.

Perhaps Yan Fei wasn’t as indifferent as Yan Ce; on the contrary, Yan Fei was patient and gentle, and Feng Guang couldn’t help but regard her as a confidante.

Ah, if only he were like Karubin. When would that ever be possible?

Yi Yang heard and made a sharp left turn, blocking the side road to avoid being killed by the enemy at the bandit’s entrance.

But the problem was, with her current pitiful cultivation level, even a disciple from a major sect could easily overpower her. Why would anyone she pulled up listen to her?

Her face flushed deeper as she saw her chest almost entirely covered with marks he had left. She grabbed the whole blanket, wrapping herself tightly. When she looked at him again, she thought even if he were bare-skinned without a blanket, he’d be shy—but his brazenness defied imagination.

He really wanted to go back, had planned to cook her a good meal tonight, but figured she must be starving by now.

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G2 seemed to have learned the trick of defaulting, fully leveraging props and firearms’ advantages to steadily secure this point.

Qin Yang narrowly avoided the blade’s tip. At that moment, the doll in the cradle suddenly opened its eyes, flew to his neck, and bit his ear fiercely. Pain shot through him. Qin Yang grabbed the doll’s head and forcefully tore it off, tossing it aside.

In a daze, Leng Ruoxi seemed to hear voices echoing in her mind—sometimes clear, sometimes faint—either cultivation manuals or heartfelt whispers.

However, the last large-scale conflict between the two sides fifty years ago dealt catastrophic damage to the demonic sect. It was said to be the deadliest and most devastating battle in their history, so severe that the demonic sect has since dared not openly return.

Beside her, Xu Yun wore a peculiar expression. She had never heard of this place before; she only learned about it from Su Hao.

“Hehe, let’s see how you run now,” Zhao Ronghua stared intently at Ning Xi, his gaze merciless.

Zhong Lingxuan’s expression softened. She took out a mirror to tidy her hair and clothes, took a deep breath, and strode out of the cave, with Qin Yang silently following behind.

Early in the morning, the two went to the urban village where they used to live to look for a house. There were many factories and rental houses there.

Her mind was in chaos. She just wanted to leave, to escape! She didn’t want Qin Yang to see her like this.

Yi Tian took the ring and examined it. It was the relic of the elderly man in Tang clothes who had tried to seize the Azure Dragon Core in the chaos a few days ago but was killed instantly by Yan Hongyuan.

Zi Feng silently glanced at the large tree looked at by Camel—the very tree where Chen Jun was hiding—and remained speechless for a long while.