28. The Night Parade of a Hundred Demons (4)

Seeing this smile, Lin Momo clenched her hands into fists; her previous disdain had completely vanished.

She sank to the floor in despair. How could she have brought Bai Jun to this place? Ultimately, it was all her fault that he had been dragged into this.

Although the infusion of this knowledge felt like forced feeding, leaving Fang Qing no time to digest or absorb it.

"Yu'er, don't space out. Once you enter the circle, find a place to hide. I'll handle them." As Ouyang Lang spoke, he already charged forward.

"Old Hai, I know what those things are," Ming Ren said, blinking. As the sworn enemy of the Holy See, the Buddhist Sect possessed far more intelligence than a headless chicken like Hai Tongtian.

"Sigh, you and Han Yao are grown up now. I can no longer control what you do. I only wish for you both to live well; I do not want to see a parent bury their child." Having said this, Father Qiu walked away slowly, his hands behind his back, fading from Qiu Hanxi’s sight.

From then on, the people in the Laundry Bureau remained well-behaved for a long time. Seeing Yu Xuanxun, they were respectful and no longer kept their distance, even cooperating actively with the allocation of manpower. Being busy with these duties, she could not find time to visit Lady Yu at Deren Palace, so she entrusted Ruomei to deliver some changes of clothes to them.

Ya Ya's parents had been in a state of anxiety and were completely unaware of Xue Ding approaching them until he gently called out "Mom, Dad," which finally released them from their worry.

Time passed, and Qiu Hanxi glanced at the clock on the wall; a quarter of an hour had gone by, yet Ling Xinyan had not emerged. Just as he was about to knock on the door to check on her, the door swung open before his hand could even touch it.

At this moment, Su Qianqian had opened her eyes, which now burned with a look of extreme disbelief and terrifying panic.

Wuyu and her companions had come to this world upon Dio's invitation, only to discover that the world’s trajectory was flawed.

***

Although the other party seemed to have calmed down, looking at how he had acted just a moment ago... the shock, bewilderment, and disbelief beneath that question, along with the intertwining of love and hate, and the sorrow—perhaps it was no less than it had been back then, in those years?

Nangong Yuhuan sighed inwardly. It seemed that returning to the Nangong family estate this time had been a mistake. It would have been better to head straight to Juku Island. She could be unreasonable and stubborn with Nangong Yulei, insisting on going to Juku Island, but she could not speak that way to the elders of the family.

As the master of the Palace of Earth Spirits, she was a Satori, a demon of perception, also known as a mind-reading ghost—the younger sister of Komeiji Satori.

This man was named Jia Yan. Listening to his conversation, I was shocked. His father must have been a disciple of Zhu Qi. In terms of seniority, Zhu Qi was Jia Yan’s grandmaster. Although grave robbing was an unsavory trade, there was still an order of seniority and respect for teachers, not to mention that Zhu Qi was already renowned in the business.

In the palm of his hand, a cyan pill released a rich fragrance that left anyone who smelled it feeling refreshed and clear-headed.

Su Qianqian understood the security guard's intentions at this moment and, instead of being angry, smiled at him without saying a word.

Nangong Yuhuan naturally did not know what the two were whispering about her behind her back, but the Emperor's motives and intentions had long been guessed by Yulan and herself. She did not feel flustered, merely resolving in her heart to stay as far away from the Emperor as possible in the future; if she could avoid provoking him, she would.

She spent more money on the law firm than she earned in salary, yet she lived in a high-end apartment costing tens of thousands per square meter, drove a modest car worth over a hundred thousand, and bought luxury cosmetics, clothes, and bags every month as if they were free.

The doctor seemed startled by his movements and hurriedly put away his tools, saying something to the middle-aged man beside him. Although the voice was loud, Yun Tian was in a fugue state and could hear nothing, as if he were watching an absurd silent film.

"Lin Huo, prepare supplies immediately. Assemble the troops at dawn and head toward Linhe," Wang Lang ordered Lin Huo.

While Su Luoyi was talking to Ai Bingqiao, Huo Yihan sat to the side, his eyes never leaving Ai Bingqiao.

***

Taking in the entire battlefield below, a flash of ferocity crossed Li Yichen's eyes, and the Heavenly Luck Divine Sword appeared in his palm.

Gao Qiu, of course, did not know that Zhao Si had invented something called a telegram. Therefore, in his view, blocking the flow of information would cause great inconvenience to the command.

At this moment, He Rang's eyes were like a leopard staring at its prey, but in an instant, he returned to his usual cheerful demeanor and gave a helpless smile.

"Lang, those people in the west actually have such good things! It’s a waste to leave these things with them. Why don't we find an opportunity to attack them and seize some of it back?" Lin Huo said excitedly.

However, at that very moment, a powerful aura suddenly erupted from where the Sword Spirit was cultivating, and above that aura, there was even a faint fluctuation of the power of the world.

A plate of stir-fried yams, a plate of stir-fried shredded potatoes, a plate of stir-fried flat beans—well, add that case of beer, and there was hardly anything left of two hundred yuan.

Arriving in Luoyang for the first time, everything was fresh. Even the armor and weapons sent by Liu Yan seemed brilliant to Gao Fei. Whether in craftsmanship or appearance, they were far superior to those of the ordinary Han army. After all, they were guards of the Imperial Palace; they couldn't afford to lose the majesty of the imperial family.