133. My new novel, *Eating Well and Living in Luxury Beside the Cold, Sinister Depot Commander*, has begun!

Leng Yan lowered his head and kissed her lips. She was in pain, but he hurt even more than she did. He used his kiss to carry away the sensation of her pain, using his most tender and lingering kiss to empty her mind and ease her suffering.

“Rat-a-tat-tat!”

As the gunfire erupted, the dart in Chu Yan’s hand shot out at the same instant. A flash of cold light streaked through the air. Of Mr. Ivandov’s four gunmen, two were struck between the brows and collapsed heavily to the ground.

Zhou Cong looked at Hua Feng with some concern. Aside from Zhu Renyi, he now regarded Hua Feng as his best friend, even though they had known each other for less than two days.

Murong Yufeng actually knew martial arts? The thought flashed through Xiao Yueye’s mind. Please remember the website.

Compared with many clans, the Profound Severance Pill might well be a far better treasure than the Heavenly Pearl. With the Profound Severance Pill, one could help a powerhouse at the pinnacle of the Divine Stage advance directly to the Yin Emperor Realm. The Heavenly Pearl, however, could offer no more than a glimmer of hope.

Jiang Ruoxi and Lin Zhanpeng sat down on the sofa. “Grandfather, have you been well lately?” Compared with the last time she had seen him, his complexion looked much healthier now.

Shangguan Zhenghao smiled. “Come over in a while and we’ll talk. I’ll go pay a visit to Elder Chen first.”

With that, Old Master Liu and Shangguan Zhenghao slowly made their way toward the hall. Ling Tian stared blankly at Shangguan Zhenghao’s retreating back.

“A master,” Coldblood said淡ly beneath the tree.

Feng Ao had only just approached the lake when his eyes widened like gongs. He could not stop himself from backing away, terror filling his heart, and even the short blade in his hand trembled faintly. He had seen a ghost—or, more precisely, an old man who had died only moments before.

Chu Yan had a rather unusual background, and uncovering it was what Harris and the others most wanted to do at present. Of course, asking him outright might not have been the best approach. Yet Harris knew perfectly well that she was going to ask him directly.

Qiao Shan was like a hot potato in his hands. Earlier, when Li Manyu had escaped, he had used Qiao Shan as her substitute.

She was saying something, but at that moment she could not make out a single word. Her thoughts had been thrown into complete disarray by this man.

Mr. Robertson ate as he spoke, and before he knew it, he had finished his lunch.

With a sense of loss, Yun Chi touched her chest. That strange feeling from moments ago had vanished as quickly as it had appeared. She touched the place where the tear had disappeared, as though the instant it encountered her, it had finally fulfilled an endless wait of countless years.

Even if she could not persuade Grandfather, she had to at least let him see that once she had made up her mind about something, she would never give up.

The positions of the two combatants kept shifting. At their farthest, they had been more than thirty kilometers from where Ye Zheng and the others were crouching; at their closest, they had approached to within roughly ten kilometers. At present, they were about twelve or thirteen kilometers away.

A crack had appeared across the eggshell. Because of the contract between them, Yun Chi could feel it struggling ceaselessly inside, longing to break free from the shell.

“Let’s go. I hope you’ll become my true Mrs. Ji.”

Ji Yanmo pulled her hand down and gazed at her with a smile.

As a spirit beast born from the will of Heaven and Earth, Chaofeng had been gestated in terrestrial fire and had devoured thunderbolts. Its pressure naturally suppressed the poisonous creature before them.

Jiang Dongyu let out a mocking laugh. If he had not guessed Xu San’s true identity, how could he have failed to restrain the fury in his heart?

An ordinary cultivator at the pinnacle of the Intent Manifestation Realm lived for no more than a few thousand years. Even with secret techniques, one could extend one’s life by at most another thousand years. Moreover, according to Zheng Tianqi’s understanding, because the Heavenly Demon Cult practiced demonic arts, its members would undergo a Trial of the Heart when breaking through from the Nascent Soul Stage to the Intent Manifestation Realm.

Besides, judging from the jade tablet that had shattered just now, Yun Ying did not believe that his actions had gone undiscovered. One must never cling to luck in the presence of a superfamily; their methods were beyond anything he could imagine. Most likely, the moment Xiahou Lie died, he had already been exposed. Killing this withered old man now would be useless.

After everything that had happened, Leng Yu was deeply displeased by Gaji’s treacherous, self-serving nature. Since he had been given the opportunity this time, he would certainly teach Gaji a harsh lesson.

Half a candle had originally been burning in the room, but it had long since burned itself out. Beyond the window lay an endless night without moonlight, and the entire house was steeped in darkness.

He was an artificially enhanced human. Blood continued to flow from his body, yet he showed no sign of losing consciousness and could still hold on for at least an hour.

Robert must have suffered a mental collapse at that moment. The blow of losing everything had been too great for him to bear, reducing him to a penniless pauper in the blink of an eye.

“Stop advancing for now. Check the surroundings.”

The group immediately spread out in every direction.

“Here, take a look?”

Liu Mengyao pointed again at a monitor beside them, which displayed every aspect of Xia Mengyou’s bodily activity.

“Anlan High School has been under lockdown for so long. Is it merely for show?”

Hua Yingqi suddenly turned around and barked coldly.

Before the towering mountain gate stood countless beings, some clad in gleaming armor, others imposing and massive. They stood in orderly ranks. Powerful clans of every kind were present, all fully prepared for battle.

Amamiya Maki’s brilliant mismatched eyes began to dim, while the gloom within them grew denser and more chilling.

Just as Su Mingyue and Future were frantically complaining in their minds, Cat Bro’s smile became increasingly radiant.

“You...” Lu Mengxue was speechless. “Going to Mo Zhen’s residence—isn’t that the same as throwing your life away?”

He glanced left and right. There were no pedestrians on the road; it seemed they had already gone far away. He decided to act as though nothing had happened and continued his night patrol. In his heart, however, he had already made up his mind that beginning tomorrow, he would come to this Tomb of Guan Yu in the dead of night and train his soul and body with Guan Yu’s spiritual will.

When Bai Yi saw Han Mo enter, his instinct was to retreat a little and maintain a safe distance from him. Years of fighting alone had instilled in him an aversion to standing too close to anyone, especially when that person was his enemy.

Keeping watch at night was an exceedingly boring job, so whenever the rain stopped, Ling Lang would get up and inspect everyone’s tents to see whether any had been blown askew. He had to find something to do, or he would never make it through the night.

By the end of the meal, she and Su Zhinian had been deep in conversation, and she had gained a great deal from it. This only strengthened her conviction that those rumors had been deliberately spread by Su Zhinian.