Volume One, Chapter 75: A Song of "The Storyteller" Sings of Life and Death, Partings and Farewells

Jin Meilian nodded heavily after hearing his words and said, "Understood, Dad. Don't be angry. I'll go and drive them out right away, and dismantle the stage!" With that, she was about to turn and leave.

"Wait," the old Mr. Jin called after her, "let him finish the song. After all, he's Hongyan's boyfriend. In the future, he might even become Song Zhongji's son-in-law! Don't embarrass him on stage." After saying this, Mr. Jin cast a deep look at Su Le on the stage, shook his head with a sigh, and turned to walk back inside.

"Go. Once he's done singing, drive them out immediately. Don't let them linger and annoy the old master," Jin Meilian ordered Alian with a wave of her hand.

"Alright, President Jin, I'll..."

The moon rose, ushering in another full moon night. It hung on the treetops east of the village, pale yellow like a great orange. At this moment, whether in terms of sheer presence or substance, or by any other measure, Qin Ning's outstretched hand was as futile as an ant trying to stop a chariot—seeking his own doom.

Yet as he completed the circulation of qi through the meridians for the third layer, he found no resistance at all. It was as if the third level of the Twelve Towers Technique had already been thoroughly mastered and perfected.

She knew the man had suffered these past three years, but recalling her own years that had felt like living in hell, she found she could not offer forgiveness. No, perhaps she had never truly hated him; she simply felt there was no future left.

The Immortal Binding Rope transformed at once, stretching into a terrifying cord dozens of meters long, twisting and writhing like a spirit serpent. The Ice Crystal Snow King was utterly unable to trace its true trajectory.

The Jade Emperor's brows knitted tightly; with the demonic realm invading, he had no time to concern himself with the Queen Mother.

Yan Shunying was also leading the charge. Whether it was his imagination or not, her attacks seemed oddly off, less formidable even than those of the clones.

"You don't understand! The boss wanted them thrown in, and there was even an intermission! Heh, what you saw up close was the second half!" Huang Mao said proudly, tilting his chin.

For a police officer of the precinct to conduct illegal interrogations—such matters would be thoroughly investigated. If the Tongtai Street precinct harbored such rotten officers, what about other places?

"Don't worry, today Yezi brought you something special to open your eyes..." Du Yu, speaking with pride, crossed his legs in satisfaction.

But as for whether Zhang Ning was truly a ten-star expert, no one could say. What if Zhang Ning had only managed to see him through some unknown means? Would he not be giving up a golden opportunity in vain?

Eight arrows struck the fork simultaneously, sending it flying. The head separated from the shaft, splitting apart.

Perhaps because everything happened in a single day, emotions were magnified. Originally, she only wanted to pay respects to her grandmother.

Wang Huan dragged Su Yuanjing to Fan Tower to drink. Su Yuanjing's students followed Su Yi, accompanying the wedding procession to Zhongmou County.

No matter what, the sour stench from the festering sores on these men's exposed skin told him clearly that his fellow workers in the room were seriously ill.

The burly man wore a tight black shirt, his face ruddy, beard thick and wild. He stood two meters tall, his body robust and imposing, arms knotted with muscle—he looked immensely powerful.

His words, of course, were not an attempt to demand gratitude; in fact, he cared nothing for such supposed favors.

Hearing the voice, I paused in surprise, staring blankly at the man in white—why did I feel this way?

A single Death Pearl was enough to make them grave; now, with Qin Fen producing five, they stared in shock, their breaths slowing involuntarily.

With that in mind, he called Duan Tao, asking him to ensure the customers with cancer were sent to Mu Qingfeng on time for treatment.

Zhang Ruoyu was a golden phoenix from the National Residence, a perfect idol, and a role model for the youths there. Should not idol and role model do something together?

Under the scorching sun, soldiers' bronzed bodies were slick with sweat. No matter the hardship, they persevered. Not for themselves, but because serving as a soldier meant keeping more people alive—provided they themselves survived.

She did not yet realize that the person driving her further and further from this outstanding man was none other than the elderly Lady Wenren, the one who loved her most.

An Xin, Xuan Ming had not felt this way in a long time. He realized he had no resistance to this scent at all; his hand, almost involuntarily, returned to Jinse's waist.

"Uh..." Wang Xiu and the other two were instantly speechless. Zhai Qihan and Zhu Jia stared dumbfounded at Zheng Pingwu, simultaneously wiping cold sweat from their foreheads.

In midair, a door that should not have existed suddenly stood tall. The chilling sound emanated from the skull’s mouth carved upon it.

Fortunately, this time no blade-covered obstacles appeared. Chasing Blue Linfeng's trail, aside from encountering some battered scrap metal, they faced no further hindrance.

With a soft laugh and a shake of the head, he thought he had misjudged Shanghai Ma Chao too harshly. These fundamental lines, even if he did not observe them, Ma Chao would certainly not cross.

"What... what is going on?" Feng Qingyang instantly recognized the rampaging creature in the sky as the Scorpion Dragon Venomtail Snake. But why was it acting so mad?

"Shut up! How do you know she's not right for me? I love her. I can give her happiness. I can protect her!" Ling Feng snapped mercilessly at Ye Feng.

"What, Master Zhao, afraid my charm is too much to handle?" Liu Qing was surprised and a little touched, but still joked with feigned nonchalance.

He has five hundred men; I have three hundred. He takes on the Prince of Jibei, I deal with the Grand Princess. We each have more than enough men. As for Huan Xiang, I do not intend to fight him—just get close, drug him, and then, once we have seized the Grand Princess's carriage, the rest will be easy.

I thought to myself, those two troublesome ones—I forgot to warn them, and their loose tongues would betray us.

Fortunately, Old Zhang, trusted by Uncle Cao, proved reliable. His illusions flowed seamlessly and worked wonders.

With matters thus, Di Renjie could only think of a way to meet Wang Xuance first, then decide what to do.

Looking at the Prince of Linhuai, I had a stronger sense that things were not simple. I smiled, "With your invitation, how could I refuse?" With that, I dismounted as well.

Jieyin and Zhunti were ready to expose Du'e as their pawn, all for the sake of seizing the treasure carried by Wu Zhiqi.

The commotion clearly alarmed those on the city walls. When the troop stopped at the gate, someone atop the walls called out, demanding to know who approached.

The outline of the story had long been written, yet I could not continue. The more I wrote, the worse it became—a torment for me.

"A swift death is better than a living hell," Zhao Xing muttered, his lips already bloodied, his voice growing colder still.

Just as Luo Yuan and Ma Hongjun were saying their goodbyes to Tang San, preparing to leave, an angry, piercing shout rang through the sky, startlin Ma Hongjun so much he shivered, glanced back at Luo Yuan, hesitated, and dared not make another move.