Volume 1, Chapter 24: What Kind of Bullying Does Gu Hanxiao Subject Su Nuan To?

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She was his whole world, his hope. He had once lost her; now that she was in his hands again, how could he ever let her go?

“At a time like this, you’re still arguing?” She angrily poked me on the head, but I dodged her.

At those words, the blood-red color on Xiao Yang’s thin lips instantly faded away, and his heart clenched painfully. The words of Abbot Wuchen at Putuo Temple suddenly echoed in his mind—the girl was fated to become entangled with blood and calamity, and would never find a peaceful end in life.

Hearing Britney laugh, Chen Zhiming flushed slightly. He remembered that he had said the same thing to Britney yesterday.

“You’re planning to remain silent all the way home?” Xiao Yang turned his head toward her, his phoenix eyes narrowing slightly, seemingly carrying a trace of anger.

Luo Ya gritted her teeth, her eyes blazing with hatred. After thinking it over, I ran straight over and blocked their path.

“No!” Aklis shouted, startling Chen Zhiming with the sheer volume of her voice.

“Junior Brother Lin, please sit. You came at just the right time.” The old man inclined his body and indicated that Lin Yang should sit down. He was also a member of the Ink Sect, so there was no need for formalities between them.

“It’s through! It’s through!” Cheers from the workers rang out at the end of the tunnel. At the news, the survivors grew excited. They gathered together, whispering among themselves, rising onto their toes and craning their necks toward the front.

Liu Feng’s divine sense spread outward like an octopus, gradually covering the entire body of the sword blank. One by one, intricate talismans invisible to the naked eye were carved onto the flying sword. Their exquisite forms offered more than mere aesthetic pleasure; when necessary, they could also serve as even more terrifying weapons of slaughter.

At least that was how Guo Qing felt at that moment. He had only just landed and had not yet found his footing when the Great Slave was already in front of him. After all, a distance that would take an ordinary person more than a dozen steps required only three or four strides from the Great Slave.

After living for so many years, this was the first time he had ever felt such terror—the kind that came from the depths of his heart.

“I was boasting a little earlier. That box clearly can’t be dealt with bare-handed.” Long Ge awkwardly shifted his gaze away.

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As the morning sun rose, the scout’s report arrived soon afterward. Seeing the weariness on the scout’s face, Xiao Mo left several soldiers behind to protect him and told him to rest properly. He then led the others toward the bandits’ lair that the scout had discovered.

The farce in the office had long since attracted a crowd of colleagues eager for entertainment. They gathered outside the door, pointing and whispering, unable to tell what exactly was happening inside. It was not until Zhong Sixin came stumbling out, her hair disheveled and her clothes in disarray, that someone approached to ask what had happened.

In the end, he still could not think of any particularly good solution. Xiao Mo shook his head and continued to devote himself to the affairs of Xiao Village. Although the village was neither large nor heavily populated, there were still many matters that needed to be resolved.

“So you are the young talents of White Tiger Academy. I offended you earlier; please forgive me.” The leading burly man’s attitude changed by three hundred and eighty degrees. He wore an ingratiating smile. If these people held a grudge against him, they could kill him before tomorrow simply by finding any excuse.

A wave of yellow sand came rolling in, obscuring the entire area. Taking advantage of the sandstorm, the twin cultivators moved at the same time, instantly transforming into part of the yellow sand and making it difficult for anyone to pinpoint their positions. As the sandstorm formed, the other four struck without hesitation.

That immortal cultivator had always intended to target Mu Zifeng. Before their tenth squad, Mu Zifeng had accomplished a great feat, which had left many people dissatisfied. Now that they had found an opportunity, they naturally wanted to ridicule him mercilessly. Yet he showed no sign of anger.

After Yun Ge finished speaking, she left with an effortless grace. The more she acted this way, the more worried Jie Xian became, and the more uncontrollable his feelings for her grew.

He had no intention of wasting time observing Ye Zhen. He merely inclined his head in acknowledgment. The carriage driver waited respectfully nearby, and Jun Chengxuan climbed into the carriage with elegant ease. A moment later, the plain carriage rattled away, disappearing from Ye Zhen’s sight.

Han Siyou patiently tried to persuade her to give up her feelings for him. At worst, he could simply stop appearing before her. Given enough time, she would naturally forget him. Even so, he would always be the one who had wronged her.

“You…” Cen Gang was already choking with anger as soon as she finished speaking. Before he could get the words out, his entire body convulsed and he lost consciousness.

As one of the defenders of the arena, Ji Wei could not leave the platform. He was different from the challengers: he had only one chance. Once he was swept off the platform, he would have no opportunity left. If not for Qi Ming, he suspected that he would have risked forfeiting his place just to kill Wu Mou.

The fact that Ma Feier thought this way did not mean I had to do the same. When her other foot came flying toward me, I moved. A simple motion effortlessly neutralized an extremely dangerous attack.

Yet before this sorrow had even had time to take shape, a voice suddenly asked, “Aren’t you cold?” The question nearly frightened Shenxing Wuji into qi deviation.

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“I believe in all of you!” Looking at my anxious teammates, I gave them a broad smile.

“Siyou, thank you for taking care of Kexin lately. You won’t have to trouble yourself with it anymore.” Cen Yirui’s indifferent voice came through the phone.

Lively, graceful, enchanting, and utterly captivating—she was so slender and exquisite that everything around her seemed dim beside her beauty. Her loveliness was breathtaking, almost unreal. Her ethereal figure swept across the sky, vanishing as quickly as a fleeting glimpse.

The rain that morning was not heavy. The first squad leader of the Great Bandits, squatting in a raincoat to relieve himself, narrowly escaped having his backside blown apart by a sniper they called a Vietnamese monkey. For the past few days, the squad leader—whose body had become so swollen that front and back were nearly indistinguishable—had been immersed in muddy water every day. The chill had entered his body, and he had begun suffering from diarrhea.

Hearing that desolate yet unrestrained laughter, no one said a word. They only attacked with even greater ferocity.

Many demons feared retaliation from human cultivators. Even when they encountered ordinary people, they kept to their own sides, and the two groups generally lived in peace.

Damn it! Do you take us for decorations? Do you have any idea that, at a single command, we could turn you into charred corpses? These police cars of ours are equipped with electronic cannons!

“The main problem is that Sicily lacks sufficient naval strength and cannot simultaneously handle both the offensive and the blockade,” Plintors remarked.

After a long while, Ye Han opened his eyes once more. After drinking it, he felt light all over, as though he truly had achieved the carefree freedom of wandering between heaven and earth. It gave him the sensation of swimming through a sea of peach blossoms.

While Qingying and the others each went to trigger their heavenly tribulations, Ling Duyu sensed that a cultivator was flying toward them. He went out to meet the newcomer and stood guard around the area where Qingying and the others were undergoing tribulation. Ling Duyu, Shen Mingzhu, Hu Meier, and Qingdie took up positions on four sides, keeping watch.

Wu Zheng’s expression was somewhat awkward. Luo Chen deserved the greatest credit for saving these people, yet they were thanking Wu Zheng instead—and doing so right in front of Luo Chen. It left him feeling utterly ashamed.

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