Volume 1, Chapter 52: Rotten Flesh Hell 9: Alina

Compared to Arthas's enthusiasm, Jaina appeared much more reserved. Over the years, she had spent more time visiting Quel'Danas than Lordaeron, and her emotional connection with Arthas had waned.

"No, but this land still belongs to the Tang Dynasty," Ma Shentong said, a remark that felt somewhat distasteful, considering that when he had followed Niu Tiande to Western Turkestan, he seemed to have forgotten he was a subject of the Tang Dynasty.

It was Zhang Baoxiang, and as for how he achieved this, Ye Tan did not wish to know, as it was hardly relevant to himself.

"Quel'Thalas?" Arthas was brought back to reality by Tickdeos’s words. Wasn't Quel'Thalas the elves' territory?

Fortunately, this was Wang Jin's room; no servants would come by the next day, or else they would surely misunderstand the situation here.

Ares charged deep into the royal villa, unleashing a thunderous boom that sent a fierce shockwave rippling through the air. The swirling wind lifted debris from the battlefield high into the sky before it rained back down.

From afar, this place, once the most dangerous, eerie, and forbidden land in the kingdom of the undead, had become the most tranquil spot.

Lin Feiyang did not hold back his accusations, feeling that Wei Dong's actions might cause many innocent deaths.

Shangguan Qingluan was about to respond when her eyes flickered sharply. Glancing down the mountain path, she spotted Lin Yi below.

With a long, piercing howl, Zhang Wei narrowed his eyes, his gaze brimming with murderous intent. A cold, sinister smile curled his lips as he raised his spear and unleashed a one-sided slaughter beneath the pitch-black night.

Neither the Eastern Emperor Taiyi nor the Bodhi Patriarch was a match for him, which dealt a heavy blow to his pride.

"Hey? Brother Biao! It's Qiangzi..." Qiangzi nervously caught the phone, trembling as he spoke.

But these spiders were no good. At this moment, many zombies were ensnared in spider webs, swiftly dragged away.

Those nails were made of iron, razor-sharp. A mere glance sent chills down one’s spine—they were truly terrifying.

Several people ascended toward the upper levels of the Ascension Tower, while Wen Qingye and Pan Jieming remained silent, sharing a tacit understanding.

At this moment, the repulsive dragon and the Azure Bull Demon Emperor acted as Lin Yi’s personal guards, fighting desperately to protect their master.

Wen Qingye withdrew his arm, paying no heed to the surrounding violent noises. Instead, he kept recalling that familiar sensation from moments before.

Thus, the two chatted back and forth for about ten minutes. Only then did Jian Junliang feel assured and shifted the conversation back to his younger brother Jian Junbo.

Although Jian Junbo spoke tearfully and pitifully, the expressions of those present remained grim. After all the effort to catch someone, it turned out to be a mere diversion, unrelated to Harry’s kidnapping.

"Some matters cannot be rushed. Your Majesty, please focus on recovering your health first. Before the new year, your humble servant submitted the memorial for the appointment and reassignment of officials, but Your Majesty has been too busy to attend to it. These days, I will handle it on your behalf. When court convenes, there will surely be a refreshing new atmosphere..." Shen Yijin changed the topic.

"No worries, work can wait anytime. But mother is only one; of course, spending time with her is more important," Gu Qingran smiled, moving to An Weiwei’s side and linking her arm.

"Hello, I’m Pavlovich. May I ask what you need from me?" Mihail, the minister, was cautious despite being a deputy. He stayed aside while Pavlovich, head of the negotiation team, stepped forward to inquire.

Having recovered from the torment of avenging his father against the blonde, Jian Yao looked in astonishment at Han Jiangcheng, who kicked a cleaver toward him and desperately tried to strangle the bald man.

Though Fang Hua was tall, his delicate skin and soft flesh meant he was no match for the broad-faced man.

Therefore, after Jian Yao helped him up, the other suddenly lifted his eyes and pressed a handkerchief over her mouth and nose. Jian Yao’s vision blackened in shock.

Chen Zheng was never afraid of this. He lowered his head, lit a long-awaited cigarette, took a deep drag, exhaled a smoke ring, and narrowed his eyes at the three people before him.

At that moment, Zhang Qiang made a sudden backward leap, then retreated several steps to avoid the kick.

Several men sat in the room. Besides Tang Xiao and Boss Xu, the others were strangers to me.

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I paused briefly and followed his gaze to see his car with all four tires deflated.

The driver’s eyes burned red with fury upon hearing that Ling Yefeng intended harm toward his wife.

A night of passion had nearly drained all my strength. Afterward, I lay back, too exhausted to even lift a finger.

The next day was New Year's Day. My mother had cooked two dishes. When I pushed open the door, I noticed Yaya was missing and asked about her.

Soon after returning to the sales department, her phone rang. Yu Cheng asked her to go to the parking lot; he was to escort her back to the Garden Villa.

Since the last incident, I had grown wary of him. Spending the night at his new residence made me even more uneasy.

He had once been arrogant and violent, spoiled by his grandmother’s favor and the praise of outsiders.

When we reached the city, Tong Ying got out and handed the car over to Gu Xi. I leaned back in the rear seat, silent and head bowed. When the car stopped again, I glanced up to see dusk thickening outside. The car had pulled into a quiet alley of an old street, clearly no further forward was possible.

Around the fire scene, over ten thousand dark warriors advanced from the ground, extinguishing each flame one by one.

After some pursuit, Zhao Wuji realized the other party was leaving the city. Vehicles became sparse along the road. Continuing to follow would risk suspicion, so Zhao Wuji decided to use his spiritual perception, trailing at a safe distance.

Hearing Song Ziyi’s words, Xie Sihan was dumbfounded. He felt injured. Though not a good person himself, did she really need to call him "uncle"? He was barely in his early twenties. Did he really look that old?

The Azure Prism delved deep into the toxic mist, which roiled violently. A massive vortex formed around the prism, drawing in the noxious fog. The toxicity visibly diluted at a rapid pace.