Chapter 146 Sowing Discord

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Xue Youjun watched the way Fang Wenxuan looked at Lin Hui's departing figure, his eyes deep and composed. He could tell that Fang Wenxuan cared deeply about Lin Hui's departure and was grieving over it.

"Wenxuan, did you two have an argument?" Xue Youjun still couldn't help asking.

"More or less," Fang Wenxuan said blankly, snapping out of his daze with a disappointed look.

"Was it because of work?" Xue Youjun pursued.

"No!" Fang Wenxuan shook his head.

"Then what was it about? Tell me about it, Wenxuan. I can help you analyze it, and then you'll know how to reconcile with him. I can see that you really want to make peace with him, right?" Xue Youjun took Fang Wenxuan's hand and said.

"Yeah. Well then, let's go to my place, I—"

Accompanied by a crisp snap, the two brilliant rays of light on Zheng Tianyuan's fist instantly burst apart, transforming into countless points of light.

"Together?" Lu Fei chuckled and shook his head, obviously assuming that Lu Fei was just here to play.

The person on the ground suddenly straightened up in agony, their complexion turning ashen, mouths wide open, unable to even let out a scream.

Zhen Baoer gave a stealthy hmpf. How could anyone trust the aesthetic sense of a clueless straight man?

If the principal offender were present, Wang Hao might have understood a little. After all, there was deep enmity between them, and resentment had been pent up inside with no outlet. Saying such things might seem a bit undignified, but it wouldn't be entirely unacceptable.

"Sooner or later, I'll find a way to destroy these things." Chu Haoyun wasn't a fool either. After calming down, he glanced sideways at those evil trees and quickly fled into the distance. After shifting a thousand miles away, the three of them began to cautiously approach the inner depths once more.

That executioner's expression also changed upon hearing this. Having mixed in the pugilistic world for a long time, he naturally knew of a certain close-combat martial art specifically designed to strike human acupuncture points. The victim might only feel a wave of pain shortly after being hit, but as time passed, there was no telling when they would meet a sudden and untimely death.

Not worrying in the least that Yang Chi would flee to escape punishment, Liu Tian did not say another word after finishing his sentence, nor did he wait for Yang Chi to respond. Transforming into a streak of light, he vanished into the horizon.

Having been slapped in the face by their own academy this time, Nick and Moore were already prepared to sit back and watch the show. Back then, the methods Old Man Tang displayed while training them were comparable to those of a demon.

On this evening, Teacher Ye brought out his cherished fine wine. Both teacher and student laid down their burdens and began chatting about everything under the sun. That night, Teacher Ye opened his heart, discussing everything from the international situation to Japan's national conditions, and from anti-Japanese war strategies to trivial matters of daily life—there was nothing they did not talk about.

Following his movement, a team of archers beside him simultaneously loosed the fire arrows from their hands. Over twenty fire arrows surged toward the sky together. Though a single spark was not dazzling, combined they were bright enough to be seen even from the watchtower. The glowing points of light traced a unified arc across the sky, possessing a beauty that was both magnificent and cruel.

These dark dwarves, although inferior to surface dwarves who possessed their own pantheon and god-king, still boasted three deities—a combination of one intermediate deity and two lesser deities that was not something the stubborn and heavy-handed kobolds could contend with.

"If not him, then who else?" Stone knew Li Le's temperament well and knew that this matter would by no means end here.

Chen Zong could understand, but understanding was one thing; it did not mean Chen Zong could accept it with equanimity.

Covered in wounds and bruises, her clothes were in tatters, and her long hair hung down in disarray. Cui Linglong's eyes flashed with a venomous glare as she stared fixedly at Zhao Xiangyao, wishing she could tear him to pieces with a single bite.

Although twenty thousand was not a huge sum to her, whether this piece of rough jadeite showed green was of extraordinary significance.

Watching the retreating figure of Shen Gongbao, Bi Gan was also somewhat stunned, unable to figure out what was really going on behind the scenes.

Calling them mercenaries was somewhat different from the mercenaries of later generations, but the employment relationship was already quite clear. This band of rebellious troops had indeed been motivated by wealth. If forced to explain it using contemporary terminology, Li Congjing would prefer to call them war bandits.

"You're about to be sacrificed, yet you can still smile. You really are a strange child." Suddenly, the room door was pushed open, and a pale greyish-purple figure drifted lightly into the room.