Chapter 22: Mother, Please Trust Your Son
"You’d better stay away from that group in the future. Aside from a few normal ones, most of them are like that." It laughed until its wings fluttered, speaking between bursts of mirth.
"Well then, what did you come to find me for?" Zhuang Xiangnan was left puzzled by Xu Fang's true intentions.
As Liang Tian slowly opened his eyes, the elderly man with graying temples seemed to have anticipated it. Just as Liang Tian opened his eyes and uttered his first words, the old man opened his own, a gentle, kind smile appearing on his face as he inquired about Liang Tian’s condition.
Ye Cheng knew all too well that there was too much darkness in this world. He also understood that he was no god and lacked the ability to change anything. Everyone had to rely on themselves; seeking help from others was utter foolishness. Thus, his attitude had always been to mind his own business and remain detached.
"Suit yourself. If you take the lead, perhaps there’s a chance." Xia Fengliang didn't know what aspect of the Heavenly Continent had caught his interest, but since the cost of leveling up was practically negligible now, he could go play if he wished.
As the medical technique circulated through his body, he twisted the silver needle, channeling a stream of internal energy into her cheek.
"I will say this one more time: send your Heavenly Sword Sect leader out to meet his death, lest you implicate the others." Lin Xue looked at the gray-robed elder, who had managed to catch the ice spike she had condensed, yet her expression remained as cold as frost, showing no change.
Li Yingjun didn’t know what to make of it, but his heart suddenly leaped into his throat. His face and ears burned with a searing heat; he felt an urge to avoid everyone’s gaze, and his hands and feet felt restless, as if they had nowhere to go.
Xu Fang was a trained sculptor with a keen, seasoned eye. At a single glance, he could tell this was hand-carved.
Zhou Jie’s appetite was piqued. Last time, she had only tasted two signature dishes, but this time, she tried them one by one, feeling the lingering fragrance fill her mouth.
Ling Feng came back to his senses and walked over in response. Behind him, the two rat-like creatures seemed to have just woken up; catching sight of their master’s retreating back, they hurried along, bouncing and jumping as they followed.
Bai Tao steadied himself, casting his gaze toward the magnificent and imposing palace ahead, a sinister and triumphant smile spreading across his face.
For the past few days, Dong Fucai had been unable to focus on his official duties, feeling deeply agitated. Even someone as resilient and patient as he was starting to complain.
Shen Jiu hadn't intended to ruin Li Xing; he merely wanted to suppress the Li family. But after tonight's events, Lu Huai was determined to make Li Xing suffer.
Baron Garos, gripped by his throat and lifted off the ground by Old Tang, had a face that turned from a purplish hue caused by oxygen deprivation to a deep, swollen red, with blood spilling from the corners of his mouth.
If a blade like that were placed in a human city, it probably wouldn't take even a month to slaughter every inhabitant.
Rubbing his temples forcefully, Fei Lian felt his mind in a state of chaos; he could not fathom what the Three Pure Ones of the Daoist Sect were planning.
She was now Warmth’s dedicated designer, so they interacted quite frequently. Gu Baobao occasionally visited City A, though they mostly communicated via video calls. Fashion was their eternal topic, which diluted the anxiety Warmth felt while waiting for her younger sister.
Eiki should have known this herself... Reimu thought for a moment, then decided to remain silent. Was she overstepping her bounds?
However, at this moment, her beautiful long hair was matted with blood, sticking together in clumps. Her black, tight-fitting gown was also tattered, revealing holes from which blood flowed; in some places, one could even see white bone.
Just then, Yi Shui woke up. His injuries were the lightest; exhaustion had simply left him collapsed, and after a dose of sedative, he had slept until now.
"Of course not, Miss, please don't misunderstand." The leader stood up immediately, bowing with cupped hands, seemingly hoping to appease the Black Dog.
The two chatted for a long time until guests arrived at Song Miao’s place, forcing them to hang up the phone with reluctance.
"Retreat?" Snowden looked up at the helicopter flying overhead and retorted with a trace of mockery. He saw clearly that the helicopter had taken off from a nearby abandoned high-rise, and he guessed that the people from the Morgan family who had been monitoring their mercenary operations had left. Their mercenary team had been completely abandoned.
Gao Jin rarely drank enough to get this drunk, so it was a normal phenomenon that he couldn't remember anything while intoxicated. However, if that were the case, things were not so simple; everything Du Zeming suspected could not be verified because of this.
No matter how one listened to those words, they were never kind. Mo Lian had never suffered such an insult; she was so furious she ground her teeth, wanting to teach Aunt Huang a lesson, yet she felt she was overestimating her own strength.
However, the sound of the shuriken cutting through the night wind was truly loud, and she heard what she hadn't expected to hear.
Tang Luofan, standing to the side, could no longer stay still. He dropped directly from the roof and walked into the government office hall, which was now in complete chaos.
The skin on her face appeared a sickly shade of green, like a snake’s skin about to be shed, and it was covered in irregular liver spots. The only things on her face that weren't black were her bulging, swollen eyeballs, but the pupils were gone, her eyelids flipped back like those of a corpse.
The black, tight-fitting suit accentuated her efficient and cold demeanor. Beneath the black veil, a delicate face was faintly visible, and those eyes, which had always radiated a savage aura, now showed a hint of confusion and vulnerability.