41. Spots and the Nine Tails

Bi Shiye stepped forward and stared straight at Chloyne, her gaze so intense that it made Chloyne feel a shiver down her spine, prompting her to back away a little.

After searching for food for a long time and coming up empty-handed, the little brother’s mouth turned down, and he burst into a loud, wailing cry.

In the flash of a second, a long saber descended from the sky, and with a swift slash, blood splattered everywhere! The arm of the man outside the door was severed right in the middle. A miserable scream pierced the air like a sudden clap of thunder, almost bursting everyone's eardrums. Midnight Winter was splattered with blood all over her head and face, yet that severed hand still tightly gripped her wrist.

It was only then that Anna asked about the situation, and Hou Liang proceeded to recount what had happened over the past two days. Indeed, Tie Yingnan and his son from the Giant Peak Group harbored malicious intentions and were deliberately trying to work against him. As for tricking Sar-Mov, he had merely bumped into Elder Shen by chance, through whom he learned about the blueprint.

This burly-looking man was none other than Young Master Sun's second uncle, Sun Shaoquan. However, he did not manage any of the Sun family's legitimate businesses; instead, he handled their covert and underhanded affairs.

Zhai Buqing gently swung his palm, feeling a strong sense of destructive fulfillment. Even before the wind of his claw touched the table, an overwhelming pressure was already bearing down upon its surface.

Damn it all! Good thing this door was inside the staff dormitory, and the dormitory was bolted from the inside. If anyone could enter from just any random location, anyone would be able to access this world and disrupt its stability, and the responsibility would fall entirely upon Bi Shiye, the one who initiated it.

Bi Shiye rattled off a long string of items in one breath, successfully baffling Chloyne into a daze, and along with her, Mu Wen at the neighboring table was equally dumbfounded.

The stern expression of Battalion Commander Zhou showed signs of cracking; he had not expected this country bumpkin to be so utterly ridiculous.

A Daoist nun dressed in a purple robe stood holding a horsetail whisk, gazing at the surface of the lake with a look full of nostalgic memories.

They had still not received any word from Wang Rong indicating that he had made up his mind, so they had no choice but to come over and take another look.

"I've known all along that things given away for free are worthless, and that captivating beauty isn't worth taking seriously," Murong Chong sneered twice and closed his eyes again.

Ye Ting'an and the others were already trembling with fright, but with their bodies tightly bound, they were completely unable to move.

It was just that she didn't particularly care for the Empress Dowager. Coupled with the fact that the Empress Dowager wasn't Dongfang Chen's biological mother and had never treated him very well, she had no desire to give the Empress Dowager anything too precious.

Had it not been for Luan Sha discovering it in time and reaching out to grab his arm, what he would have lost might not have been just his bangs.

It is said that Murong Hong did not dare to confront the Qin army and intended to retreat and return to his old home in Guandong. However, Fu Rui was overconfident and, relying on his numerical superiority, insisted on annihilating the Xianbei people in one stroke. The two sides fought a decisive battle in Huayin, resulting in a disastrous defeat for the Qin army and the death of Fu Rui.

It was not because they cared so much about their children achieving greatness, but rather because they understood how deeply damaging it is to a child to be given hope only to be plunged into despair.

Although Jiuer still put on a stubborn front, her heart was actually filled with delight, and she would occasionally steal glances in his direction.

Although it was only a few brief sentences, Ye Zeyan could still hear from Xia Fanxing's tone just how much hardship they had endured back then.

What made Muhong feel uneasy was another passage in Fu Rong's memorial: "In previous years, anomalous stars have appeared, and disasters originated in Yan. I hope Your Majesty will pay a little heed and ponder the warnings of Heaven."

The Chen family certainly needed to make preparations, and the most urgent task was to communicate with Tao Xiuying first, though Chen Qiaoshan, being the son, didn't need to worry about such matters himself.

At this point, a burst of enthusiastic applause instantly erupted in the conference hall, startling Zhen Qian, who had been lost in thought, making him wonder if the meeting had already ended.

"It only takes this little blood?" Phil asked in astonishment. This was less than what was used for a routine blood test.

"I suppose it's alright!" Having experienced an inexplicable phenomenon like time-travel, Zhen Qian was no longer entirely resistant to the notion that gods watch over us from above. He had done nothing to weigh on his conscience, so naturally, he had no fear of ghosts knocking at his door.

Yi Feng stood quietly, his sharp spiritual perception capturing the murmurs and discussions of the soldiers below.

However, the ignorant are fearless. When the Wokou outside the city saw the Silla army inside Matsuura City take the initiative to charge out, even before Isoroku Yamamoto gave the order to attack, some of the Wokou who harbored deep-seated hatred for the Silla people could no longer hold back and charged forward, followed closely by a steadily growing horde of Wokou.

Wang Tianxing's identity had now changed to that of a bodyguard for the Deputy Envoy for Welcoming and Seeing Off Tang Envoys, and Zhen Qian now had his own military establishment under his command; otherwise, how could he, as a deputy envoy, have displayed the might of the Great Tang?

"Wood sprite, can you bloom flowers then? Bloom one for me to see!" Phil's interest was piqued again. He walked over, grabbed the sprite's sleeve to inspect him from all angles, and even pulled out a scraper, intending to shave off a bit of wood texture from the tip of his finger.

Qin Jingyuan did not pay much attention to Han Yan's attack; employing his movement technique, he easily leapt over the thunder dragon.

Entering the main gates, one was greeted by a brown marble reception desk, surrounded by two rows of rooms bearing different numbers.

"There is still one more... in the drawer of my office." Bai Menglong smiled silently, and in that instant, his mind cleared up once again.

Blood gushed from my nose like a running stream, seemingly impossible to stop. I turned on the faucet and kept rinsing my face, watching the water and blood intertwine as they flowed down into the basin, watching the blood get diluted by the water. Only then did panic begin to set in. I felt as though that blood was my very life, flowing away drop by drop and growing fainter and fainter.

Just as Mo Rufeng had anticipated, at a little past one o'clock in the morning, nearing two, footsteps approached from afar.

"I won't do anything irrational. Rest assured, I just want to stay here for the night," Fang Fang said.

"That's only right. You are these two children's own aunt; if you don't care, who will? I fully support you." Wang Kongguang only had an only son himself. Jinling's sisters were his sisters. This fact made Jinling very happy.

"There are quite a few heading out through other exits as well." Luo Zhenxiao soared up, hovering in mid-air to survey the surroundings from above.

Just at that moment, the fiery red crystal suddenly trembled a few times, and a cold radiance shot out from within, stinging Black Mansion's face with pain. A figure appeared inside the crystal—none other than an elderly man dressed in white robes.

"You—what have you done to my grandfather?" Daimon was the first to regain his composure when he saw his grandfather suddenly collapse onto the ground. Anxious to help him up while wearing a frosty expression, he demanded an explanation from Xia Yunji.

"I have my own hidden difficulties, and it is hard to explain them to you. But from this day forth, my Tyrant Clan shall never again raise a hand against the descendants of the Nine Provinces," the Tyrant Emperor shook his head, walking away into the distance without the slightest intention of staying.