Chapter 38

At the same time, the Moon Sect Leader wanted to see where these ghosts would run in such a state; after all, when people are afraid and flee, they will inevitably head toward what they perceive as a safe haven.

If he could not produce a quality work, he would rather stop updating than compromise his integrity and fill the void with mediocrity.

Everything said before was true. He lacked depth and did not know the true identity of the True Lord, who was the foremost expert in soul-control techniques on the Hidden Sword Continent. No matter how firm his willpower was, given his cultivation level, he simply could not withstand it.

Murong Qiqi looked at it in confusion, guessing that it might want her to follow, so she walked over.

Fei Sijue walked back with his long legs, his burning peach-blossom eyes instantly locking onto her gaze, his sexy, magnetic voice surging with a charming huskiness.

Chiyao City was the stronghold of the Blizzard Legion and the Chi family. Once the news reached the main camp and the whole city was placed under martial law, it would be difficult for them to escape.

This was for the best! After all, they came from the same place, and he did not wish to see Xu Shiyan die right here.

When he laughed, his eyes disappeared, and the flesh on his cheeks jiggled rhythmically with his movements.

However, although Xu Li’s plan was quite sound, the old man opposite them seemed to have no intention of letting the three of them leave alive.

Therefore, as soon as the words were spoken, the three of them swarmed toward the other side, each employing their own methods and choosing specific opponents to attack.

Lu Xiaoyin had never seen the Princess of Xinyang angry before. She was stunned for a moment, her heart tightening as she looked toward Lu Shengyuan.

Wang Hongyu grew more delighted the more she looked at Dai Rou. In the end, she simply took Dai Rou’s delicate hand and patted it with eyes full of affection. "Good, good, good... This girl has a gentle temperament and a sturdy build; she will surely be easy to bear children. If my eldest son puts in a little more effort, perhaps having two in one year won't be a problem."

Wennuan found a photo of Lin Wenyuan on her phone and handed it to Xiao Yulan. Xiao Yulan took it with trembling fingers, her gaze unwavering, staring unblinkingly at the person on the screen. After a long moment, she closed her eyes and returned the phone to Wennuan.

"Do you have any suggestions or thoughts?" Wennuan wanted to hear his perspective first, so as not to have everything she suggested rejected by him.

Princess Xun’s face turned cold abruptly. Her fists tightened in her palms, a trace of ruthlessness in her eyes as she stared at Concubine Mei’s retreating figure, then she hurriedly turned to look at Qi Xuan.

Like his teacher, even now, people occasionally invite him to teach students, but the teacher refuses.

Nearby, Chunfen and Hanlu had already placed two cushions in front of Gu Qingyun and Jian Wei, and brought them tea.

The climbing figures moved like lightning and gusting wind. Before the archers could fire twice, a sergeant of the White Robe Army from the Wu-Yue region, light as a swallow, leaped onto the city wall and let out a hearty laugh.

"We'll see when the time comes; if I'm free, I'll go." Shengge agreed, but her gaze drifted, lost in thought.

"Old fox, do you need something from me?" As soon as Su Qing entered, she sat on the sofa opposite Father Su with a slouch, crossing her legs and wearing a cynical expression.

Moreover, inexplicably, he thought of the inheritance and the passing of legacies. He wondered if there was a connection between the two. If they were similar, then he would have something interesting to play with. After all, he had long wanted to turn his "Instant God Step" into a legacy, but what came of it?

The incident had already occurred, and Elder Xu didn't care much. Although he didn't know the full details, the fact that Xu Yang was in such a state meant that the matter was certainly unusual. Otherwise, given Xu Yang's character, he would never have acted this way.

"But..." The middle-aged mage wanted to insist, but was interrupted by a wave of the old mage's hand. Although he dared not say more, the thought of the rewards promised by that Silver-Robed Candidate felt like a thorn in his heart.

Those old men each spoke a few words, most of which were expositions on the history of the World Mercenary Assembly, no different from most meetings.

She had already fully grasped her temperament—she had her own aspirations and persistence, but if one explained the pros and cons of a job to her, even if she felt uncertain, she would still be willing to try.

The "execution" he spoke of hid a major premise: that this was a mage who endangered the world and harmed its people.

His voice had no fluctuations and even carried a hint of coldness, were it not for the sight of her slightly reddened earlobes.

Even so, his strength was among the best of all the inner disciples of the Tiantai Sect; otherwise, he could not have become the personal disciple of Xiang Nantian.

"Let you also taste the pain... that our companions, who were harmed by the Sand Hidden Village, felt!" the man said viciously.

Xu Anbo’s situation was even simpler; he stayed in his room to recuperate. After all, he had first been poisoned by Xue Fangning and then injured by the Commander the previous night; it was a disaster piled upon a disaster. If he didn't rest and recover, he feared he would be ruined.

She still could not let it go; Qin Jingtian was shielding Qin Huai and had no desire to deal with the matter, and she was in no mood to argue with him about it.

The wedding officiant, Yu Xizhou, was not in a hurry. She signaled the band to start playing to ease the awkwardness.

He Nai did not pursue such things; his main priority was to see Xu Xinwei. He had not expected to become her assistant and was overjoyed for a moment.

A while later, she let go, followed him over, and stood behind Xiao Zirang, remaining silent.

"So she was just jealous, and that's why she deliberately used Shen Yurong to provoke me?" Shen Nanfeng muttered to himself, the gloom on his face slowly vanishing, replaced by a smile.

Lu Yichen sat in the passenger seat and met her gaze through the rearview mirror. He felt there was more to her words—a trap she had set for him—so he couldn't be bothered to respond.

"I'm thinking of Yalan. I hope her surgery goes smoothly. I felt I owed her so much; when she was sick and hospitalized, I didn't accompany her much. Now that she's suddenly gone like this, I feel uneasy, as if something is about to happen," Xu Xinwei said with a serious expression.

"Where are you going?" Standing at the entrance of the General's Mansion, a gatekeeper reached out to stop her, asking in a perfunctory tone.

Unfortunately, the sharp sword energy, which usually nothing could stop, moved back and forth within the light-formed body but failed to cause the opponent the slightest harm.

Zhao Tiezhu was unhappy when he heard this. No way? Was he being looked down upon? Just kidding; there was no poison in front of Zhao Tiezhu that could not be solved.

Then, Zhu Liangxiong floated up with a gloomy face, glaring with wide eyes in mid-air at the figure gradually appearing in the void.