Chapter 125: Suffering a Loss

After Liu Huo’s upper garment was torn away, the two finally caught sight of the wound in the dim sunset light. Master Hutu finally let out a sigh of relief.

“Isn’t this readily available?” Ling Wujiu looked at that cat head, unable to help but break into a smile again.

This goes to show that if those who are not putting in the effort now come in, they might find themselves without any chance to strive at all.

Wang Peng nodded immediately and followed Pan Guangnian and Xu Yansong to see off Hou and Guan as they went downstairs and boarded their vehicle.

“What?” Wang Peng was startled again, immediately recalling the expression on Shi Guoquan’s face when he watched those videos of Zhou Changhai. He couldn’t help but sigh inwardly that everyone who commits a wrong must face punishment; even if they temporarily escape the reach of the law, they will remain in a state of constant anxiety due to their inner fear, jumping at the slightest disturbance to punish themselves.

He had originally intended to go watch a play tonight; usually, important figures like him could obtain some desired clues at such places.

After exchanging a glance with another soldier, the soldier headed toward the General’s Mansion inside the city.

Brother Hai scrambled up from the ground in a panic, then gripped a stone behind his back, hidden from the view of others.

“Help him sit down first and give him the Heart-Protecting Pill.” This was Luo Fei’s first time dealing with so many wounded, and she was slow to react, failing to notice that all the injured shared a striking similarity.

“Luo Ying, we are not on the same path at all! Just seeing you makes me annoyed! I’m warning you, stop hovering around me in the future!” Ruyun scolded him angrily.

Since she preferred death over bowing to him, Cao Cao decided not to kill her, choosing instead to let her watch her clansmen perish.

“As you command.” The three replied with dejected heads, their hearts filled with secret sorrow and indignation. They only hoped that Yun Ying’er would eventually grant them their freedom; as for the so-called fortune, they dared not harbor any extravagant expectations.

Ling Tian and the others also retreated rapidly. This aura alone was enough to make them shudder; the techniques of the Heavenly Demon Emperor were certainly not as simple as they seemed.

With this sword strike, Wu Tan had used nearly forty percent of his true energy and divine sense. Coupled with the grade of the Yellow-rank Burning Crystal core embedded in the flying sword, Wu Tan was convinced that even if this strike didn’t kill Ye Xiu, it would surely leave him severely wounded.

“Let’s cook first!” Zhang Tiansheng also felt something was suspicious, but there was no other way. He took some large pots from his storage talisman and instructed them to build a fire and prepare food.

However, Yun Hao was in no rush to act; with him here, how could he possibly let Zhao Ya come to any harm?

“Disciples pay their respects to Your Majesty. May Your Majesty enjoy eternal blessings and infinite life,” Fang Nan prostrated and said.

The Queen was tall and handsome, her face adorned with colorful makeup, and her attire was incredibly brilliant.

Yet, she did not die in the end. One night, after her eldest sister beat her in a frenzy, she accidentally pushed her against a wall. Lacking any strength, or perhaps never intending to use her hands to block or brace herself, she collided head-first. Her head split open, and the blood wouldn't stop flowing, finally alarming the prison guards on duty.

Xu Bao and his companions stepped off the carriage, and Li Xin followed behind him and his sister-in-law, carrying the gifts. As Xu Bao looked at the scenery of Yungu Mountain, he felt that this place was truly a blessed land for immortals.

Following closely, the heavy hammer swung by Lei Bao smashed toward Mu Qibing’s head. Amidst a cruel laugh, Lei Bao seemed to envision Mu Qibing’s head shattering like a flower.

Although many years had passed and he could no longer recall Qin Ye’s appearance, seeing this lifelike portrait, he recognized him immediately.

She was already embarrassed enough, and being teased like this made Leng Ruoxue’s face turn into a “large red cloth.”

Ignoring whatever look or gaze Shangguan Wan’er might have, Anyi, with his helmet on, felt his eyes fill with anticipation and his body brim with fighting spirit as he clicked on *PlayerUnknown’s Battlegrounds* in his Steam library.

Earlier, he had intended to find those Turkic people to discuss the next steps and ask when the North Turkic reinforcements would arrive, but who could have guessed that those North Turkic people had already fled?

In contrast, Long Meixin was singing to perform the song well, which made it feel less natural. Coupled with the fact that her voice hadn't undergone professional training, her level was naturally several notches below that of Chen Yifa’er performing the same song.

Hu Shiyun was confused by what she heard, but she didn’t ask further and swam ahead of Anyi toward the boat.

Those two did not hesitate at all. As new recruits to the Earth Wolf Mercenary Squad, this was the perfect opportunity for them to show their worth.

Everything was simply because, after his father’s accidental car crash, he had become the only man in the household.

The torchlight illuminated the escort carriage, and the surrounding flames warmed the heart, making the night seem less long.

At this moment, this cultivator at the Aperture Opening Stage had come just in time—the perfect chance to hone his experience in battling warriors of the same level.

Zhang Xingben’s words were not entirely without reason, but Du Zhong had been raised on teachings of subduing demons and protecting human lives. This was his first time encountering someone using ghosts to commit murder, and for a moment, he found it impossible to reconcile with himself.

Regardless of whatever grievances had existed between them, to Lin Qiushui, a favor was a favor. Besides, they had never had any major conflicts to begin with—it couldn’t even be called a grudge—so she naturally would not overlook this act of healing.

The man wore no armor, only a red and green satin long gown. Due to the intense heat, he had stripped the upper half down to his waist.

The Heavenly Court was a place that valued reputation. To be a leader, one had to command respect, which was why they organized the Flat Peach Banquet and invited representatives from the mortal realm. In the past, the arrogant Heavenly Court would never have done such a thing.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva kept his word, coming every few days to explain Buddhist teachings to Xiao Ning, so that he could strengthen his understanding of the Dharma.

Afterward, the two returned to the adjacent room. By then, the dishes had all been served, and they began to eat as if nothing had happened.

“Therefore, Zi Luanyue, you no longer need to use your father’s name to pressure me. As for the War King, this envoy has always held him in high esteem. He is a man who distinguishes between public and private matters, and I trust he would not make things difficult for me.”

The knights were busy tossing her into the air to celebrate their victory when, suddenly, they found themselves empty-handed, all looking on in astonishment. In their surprise, they turned in the direction Sandiya had last pointed, just in time to see a dark-skinned girl, legs tucked and knees bent, already slipping toward the wall behind the house.

In particular, the opponent’s manipulation of the great forces of heaven and earth was subtly even more powerful than that of the three rising stars among the God race’s enlightened saints—Uru, Thomas, and Ji Ling—which was proof enough of the strength of this crystal skeleton.