Chapter 94: Has Liu Shen Become So Desperate He Will Eat Anything?

In the afternoon, Liu Shen went out for a while. First he carried back a folding screen and placed it beside Bai Weizi’s bed, then hung a curtain in the room, simply dividing it into two spaces.

Just as Bai Weizi was secretly praising his consideration, she happened to hear Liu Shen mutter, “This should make me safe now, right?”

“What did you say?”

Bai Weizi froze. She stared at him fixedly, her face as pale and cold as a sheet of frost.

If he still could not kill Shen Mo this time, while Shen Mo was gravely wounded, then he would have no choice but to take his own life. He absolutely could not allow himself to be captured alive, or he feared he would betray the Shen clan.

Su Yang destroyed all of their notions in the simplest, roughest, and most direct way possible, frantically farming last hits in the early game to build up his own equipment.

It seemed that when the Xu clan was wiped out, the Death Arena might already have had a problem; otherwise, it would not have reacted to the Xu clan’s destruction with such indifference.

After finally finding someone he could communicate with, and that person happened to be one of the players, he was surely someone who knew many secrets. Yet at this moment, that figure simply dissipated, and Zhang Yuanhang was so angered that the frustration in his heart was beyond words.

If it had to be summed up in one sentence, it was this: Murong Feng felt the current him was too weak, but he had potential, so Murong Feng would not allow himself to fail. He wanted to defeat the future version of himself.

The moment they saw a stranger, they would strike to kill, all for the tiny bit of supplies that might possibly be found on him.

Anne was startled as well, but thankfully she steadied her voice, did not let it tremble, and continued singing.

Before long, Lei Qingtian, who had originally been one of the core elder council, had changed his attitude toward Shen Mo from his earlier careless confusion to an inexplicable reverence.

It was a pity that his duty was still to guard the palace, so he could only lean against a pillar and close his eyes for a brief nap, while telling the guards nearby to keep watch and wake him immediately if anything happened.

But now that his paired-branch weapon was in his hands, he felt as though he were not wielding a weapon at all, but his own hands themselves; wherever his thoughts moved, his hands followed.

This time, Ling Zhoutian had thoroughly aroused public fury. However, the people around him were still of fairly decent breeding, so no reckless fool rushed forward to win a beauty’s smile; instead, they all stared at Ling Zhoutian with eyes full of loathing.

Those words completely ignited Lin Mohan’s anger. His handsome, icy face darkened like a devil’s, and bloodshot veins filled his eyes. The coldness around him suddenly vanished in a miracle, and Lin Mohan smiled. Compared with that earlier, indifferent smile, this one actually carried warmth.

Old Xiao personally took up residence at the Demon Pass, watching every building here rise at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Looking at the Queen Mother, who was on the brink of death, and her body drenched in blood, Chen Feng finally relaxed. His experience in the Tomb of Evil Spirits had left him utterly exhausted, his spirit somewhat drained, and he had rarely felt so drowsy.

After Xu Yunchao withdrew with his men from the army, he sent his subordinates back to the mountain stronghold first, and then came here himself. He was very familiar with the mountain roads, so he arrived before Qi Shengzhong and the others.

“There’s no other way now. When the earth dragon attacks later, split up and run. It can’t divide itself to chase all of us, and that will at least reduce the casualties!” Long Ming said with a sigh.

Zhang Lei looked at this version of Lin Mohan through the mirror and was so shocked his jaw nearly dropped. Was this still the cold-blooded king of the business world? If anyone said this out loud, who would believe it? They would surely think he had been possessed by a ghost.

“Heehee, elder sister, you’re very pretty too.” Hailian Ziyun beamed at the praise, while Lu’er blushed a little.

A glance around revealed that most of the people were dusty mercenaries, or merchants selling swords, weapons, and armor. It seemed that the streets by the city gate were meant specifically to make it convenient for mercenaries to unload goods, or for mercenary bands preparing to set out hunting monsters to stock up on supplies.