42 Bones

"Where is this?" Her voice softened noticeably, losing its previous harshness.

At the thought of this, her eyes grew moist once more. Fortunately, she had still managed to hurry back and accompany Mu Qizhi through the final stage of his life journey.

"Take a look at where you are standing right now." Xu Hong did not want to listen to any more of Long Yang's boring nonsense. As soon as Long Yang finished speaking, he offered a gentle reminder.

Rain began to fall from the sky, pattering down in a somewhat noisy manner. The raindrops struck the bluestone slabs, whose lingering summer heat had not yet dissipated, making the air heavier and turning the atmosphere stiflingly humid.

"Hong'er, don't you worry! We won't keep it from you now—we have been yearning day and night for a cultivation technique. Now that we have one, we will definitely practice diligently!" Xu Zhan said with a hearty laugh.

Fuming with anger, I stepped down from the phoenix throne and wept, "Why don't you depose me right now and make the noble consort the empress instead, so you don't have to worry about her and her son losing favor in the future and turning me into a human swine!" Ignoring him, I walked straight into the bedchamber, sat on the bed, and sobbed softly.

Li Zongliang smiled and nodded, holding his spear as he stopped in his tracks, raising a hand to signal him forward. The middle-aged, stalwart man bowed slightly before turning and rushing inside. A moment later, a man of about forty of medium build, lean physique, and an extremely amiable expression hurried out to greet them, accompanied by the stalwart man.

"Not at all. It's just that I used to be a cultivator who specialized mainly in soul cultivation, so my soul attainment is slightly higher than usual!" Li Han said very modestly.

The Romans undoubtedly suffered a massive loss, defeated in the match, outclassed in presence, and left in the wrong. This bitter feud only grew deeper. When they left Turin the next morning, the team bus was pelted thoroughly with dense volleys of eggs and vegetables. Had the police not stepped in to maintain order once again, the Roma bus wouldn't even have known how to make its way back to Rome.

That was true as well; Nie Rulan could deal with them effortlessly without needing to go to such troublesome lengths.

She held a deep attachment to him; even in such a tense environment, her affection for him was clearly audible.

Listening to Old Master Shen's roar from the other end of the line, Liu Minsheng's expression turned somewhat grim. There were bound to be many hidden complexities behind this matter.

Yet within this elegant room, a slender figure sat quietly upon the bed. A group of physicians surrounded him from all sides, carefully examining the wound on his collarbone.

A roar echoed from the end of the cleared path, and in the blink of an eye, a winged lion appeared in Yun Jinyao's field of vision.

Du Sheng was, after all, a cultivator at the late Opening Light stage, far surpassing the average realm. If she were to employ the Wind Escape technique, catching him would require a tremendous amount of effort.

If it came to resentment, then the Phoenix, herself, and even her eldest cousin were all objects of her angry vengeance.

"Young people nowadays just have no sense of organization. Look at this mess all over your desk; you should tidy it up properly. Don't go mistaking important documents for trash one of these days," Old Xing said, bending down to pick up a scrap of paper from the corner of the desk. When he flipped it over, it turned out to be a photograph. He glanced at it casually, and instantly his eyes widened as big as copper bells.

Old Zhou's persuasion was actually born out of fear that she might recklessly use sorcery to harm others, thereby attracting certain meddling Daoist practitioners or capable individuals in the mortal realm and bringing trouble to everyone. Even so, it was ultimately out of good intentions.

At this moment, only the four of them remained in the front hall. Pei Yunhan, who had been gazing steadily at Yun Tianhao, finally turned his gaze back to his mother, Yun Yiyi, and flashed another smile as if sensing her emotional state.

The crisp, resounding clatter of soldiers drilling echoed all around as they formed formations and practiced with one another. Beneath the clear breeze and warm sun lay the billowing dust of the training ground and the heroic spirit of trimming the lamp to gaze upon one's sword.

Seeing that the players were retreating one after another, unwilling to fight any longer—having suddenly encountered such a formidable boss-class monster with a level of "??" making it completely impossible to defeat. Out of the hundreds of thousands of people in this city, even excluding those who were out exploring, there were still 20,000 players, and nearly 20,000 had already been killed. After resurrecting, they had all hidden away in the back.

Shangguan Yu's bank account turned out to be an unfamiliar one that intelligence agencies could never track down, so he used his account for all his transactions during these last few days.

Those eyes were already swollen from crying, with tears still swirling within them. Her complexion was as pale as paper, giving her the appearance of someone suffering from long-term malnutrition. Her inherently youthful face now looked all the more pitiful.

"Very well, tie Che Xiong up and lock him in the dungeon," Shangguan Yu issued his first command.

Li Huiqin was left blushing and choking with fury by Li Yuanba's words, falling silent in a huff. More importantly, none of them had the confidence to defeat Li Yuanba. These veterans had long passed the age of hot-headed impulsiveness and striving for macho dominance, and fists fear the young; they could only swallow their pride, ignore Li Yuanba's provocation, and officially begin the Bajiquan convention.

Jiang Feng could easily have dodged Yang Yijiang's palm strike just now, but he deliberately took the blow and then intentionally shattered his opponent's nasal bone, making the combat situation look more gruesome in hopes of intimidating the people behind him.

For power and glory, two nations went to war. For honor, tens of thousands rushed into danger; yet for love, a whole country would be utterly destroyed.

Lin Xianxia clenched her hands tightly. Because she did not understand the concept of a congenital martial expert, she had no idea what it meant for Jiang Feng to fight to a standstill with Master Fan. She was simply worrying purely about Jiang Feng's safety.

They shared the same accent—people from Jiangcheng, the clever Hubei folk! No wonder when Bu Er turned back to glare at him, the man immediately looked away upon catching the cold gleam in Bu Er's eyes. How smart! Smart enough to know his own limitations; avoiding a severe beating was indeed the wisest choice.

"Damn it! Aren't we guests? Why are they being so guarded against us?" Harry said with his mouth stuffed full of meat, his words coming out muffled.

There were also folk legends claiming that Zhuifeng was a great demon who traversed eternity, that he had never died at all, but had instead constructed a tomb for himself in advance to signify that he was the guardian deity of this world, and if this world perished, he too would cease to exist.