Volume 1, Chapter 27: I Told You to Get Out

There was still no sign of his attitude warming up. Xue Li just stuck out her tongue playfully, refusing to give up.

He was just about to ask for an explanation when Liu Ruhua threw herself into his arms, wrapping her hands around his neck and kissing and nibbling at him.

"Whether he is the chosen one, we shall wait and see. Heaven's will shall grant him the Buddha Saint Relic to command the Ghost-Rearing Clan," Mu Jianzhi said coolly.

The New 33rd Army was currently fighting on several fronts, and their manpower was stretched thin. Although Datong had even fewer troops, they were on the defensive side and had many prisoners of war and civilians acting as human shields; while not entirely foolproof, it was sufficient.

"Is that so? Grandpa's words don't count, do they?" The old man pointed at Zheng the Lame, who suddenly stood frozen, unable to move.

Half a year ago, he had been like a stray dog, devoid of any dignity or pride; this square should have been the deepest scar in his heart. Yet, in just half a year, he had returned, dressed in luxurious garments, hand-in-hand with his lover, enjoying the fanatical worship of thousands of believers.

Li Tianyou finally understood. No wonder the Nether Temple held such a high status among the Ghost-Rearing Clan; even the Ghost King, the clan leader, dared not act too presumptuously before it.

Lin Miwan turned around, looked toward the capital, and said to Shangguan Zisu, "Zisu, let's go to the capital instead," as she took hold of Shangguan Zisu's slender fingers.

"Bang!" Before Dai Mubai and the three or four young men behind him could react, they were sent flying by a blast of air, crashing into the courtyard outside the gate.

"Giddy-up, giddy-up..." Lord Guan rode his Red Hare charger toward them, and all the cultivators and merchants encountered along the way retreated to make way.

"In that case, let those six hundred coins serve as the bride price; no more is needed. I only ask that Young Master Wang agree to one request," Hua Hu said.

"Disciples, assemble!" Tang Zeng growled. Zhu Bajie and the others, who were fighting on the outskirts of Flower-Fruit Mountain, immediately gathered around him.

The lost Tiangu God Monkey frequently invaded the Three Realms, especially the territories of the Buddhist and Immortal Realms, causing them endless grief and helplessness.

Sitting at the head of the table was Wei Renyi, leader of the Songshan Sect, and beside him was Guo Yan, the head of the Flying Tiger Escort Agency.

Feng Lin said this only to stabilize the current situation; in truth, he did not want to see the two sides come into conflict.

If Qing Liuli’s period of unconsciousness were to be abnormal, it was easy to imagine that the Heaven-Turning Monster would simply strike with his hand or blade and finish her off.

Ji Yanmo seemed to have heard that Lu Tangtang was feeling unwell, and having not appeared at the party until now, he hurried over.

The regular troops possessed a certain aura of blood and killing. Ever since they received orders from General Li, their eyes had changed.

Feng Lin gave a bitter smile. How could he have not thought of this idea? The simplest way to defeat the Puppet Clan was to kill Gu Yi.

The ambulance arrived, and the paramedics lifted Ke Bei onto the stretcher. She followed into the ambulance, knowing she was Ke Bei's only support; she would be the first person Ke Bei wanted to see upon waking.

However, since they had decided to act, these two top-tier martial artists of the Jianghu would not hesitate further.

The remaining patients in Qingyu Hall whispered among themselves. Some did not know who Xu Xuan was, and since he might be treating them shortly, heaven only knew what his medical skills were like. If he were a quack, wouldn't that cost them their lives?

The old man was stunned. He tilted his head slightly, looked at the paper bag in Jin Ge's hand, and slowly reached out to take a piece and began to eat.

"Yun Xiao! We meet again!" Suddenly, a cold, aged, and sinister laugh echoed from outside the palace—a laugh so malicious that it made one's skin crawl.

Huan Sheng trusted Ting Zhu. He trusted his own judgment; if it weren't for Ting Zhu, why would he have made her kneel?

Congenital heart disease! That was the condition the doctor told him Ye Yufei suffered from. There was no possibility of a cure, only management. Those who suffered from this disease often passed away while still very young, like a fleeting, weightless shadow.

Han Lianyi closed her eyes, intending to ignore these two lunatics. She turned her head and stared nervously at the emergency room. It seemed Feng would not be answering her questions now.

She thought she could say these words calmly, but as they left her lips, her heart felt as if it had been viciously stabbed.

Kong Manzhen's arrival truly took Han Lianyi by surprise. She glanced at Kong Manzhen's belly, which was about the same size as her own; so, she was pregnant too.

When she woke up, it was already pitch black outside. She felt extremely refreshed and felt as if her spiritual energy had increased significantly. Thinking it was an illusion, she calmed her mind to sense it, only to find the entire room filled with lush spiritual energy; even a single breath made her feel entirely at ease.

He had thought it would be simple: since Zhuang Yuan had intentionally failed his exam to get into the basic class for the sake of Xu Yi, all he had to do was report it to Director Wang to ruin Zhuang Yuan's plan and save this top student.

The group from Ziyin Mansion, led by the Master of Qingyun Peak who had reached the perfection of the Godly Bone, consisted of five people. Traveling light, they arrived at the provincial capital from Yutai Mountain in less than half a day.

[At age 5, a great drought struck again. Aside from a few areas with fertile soil, large numbers of commoners were driven to desperate measures due to a lack of food.]

Almost instantly, the resentment-filled Dai Huabin stood up and stared at Tang Wulin like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey.

At the same time, with a "whoosh," an arrow shot with fierce momentum, piercing straight through the bandit's arm. The bandit cried out in pain, his sword flew from his hand, and he collapsed backward, unable to withstand the impact.