Chapter 50: Trouble Knocking at the Door
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Zhilin’s strength was extraordinarily solid. Fearing that Tang San might be unable to withstand a sudden increase in force, he increased his soul power only gradually under his precise control. The moment Tang San showed any sign of reaching his limit, he could withdraw his power at once.
Tang Xi turned back and said to the rest of Shrek, “Please take your seats.”
Dai Mubai was somewhat uneasy. “What is happening to him?”
“Nothing to worry about. He is merely testing Little San’s talent. Please remain calm.”
As he spoke, Tang Xi raised his head. His cold gaze happened to fall upon Wen Zhiyi across from him. He wanted to know exactly who the white moonlight in her heart was.
“Your eldest cousin has become an official in the capital. He has been terribly busy lately and hasn’t had time to come back and take us there, so we thought we might as well go ourselves and spare him the trouble.”
Thinking this, Mu Qinqin instinctively shrank into herself. Her shifty eyes darted around, afraid that she might touch something she shouldn’t and bring unnecessary trouble upon herself.
“Besides, all that was dealt with in the army. Those who deserved commendation were commended, and those who deserved punishment were punished. It’s all ancient history now! Why should I be afraid of him?”
Fatty Wang could only shake his head repeatedly. He had never expected that so many people in Xijing City were already standing on the brink of death.
The hand gripping the steering wheel paused. Malloy’s brows furrowed slightly, and he unconsciously reached up to touch his right eye.
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When the Zhu family divided their property, they retained several acres of farmland, and Zhu Sanlu received a share as well. Since Old Madam Zhu and Zhu Sanlu lived with the eldest branch, the few acres in their possession were given to Zhu Daniu to cultivate.
The Black Tiger Gang members lurking in every corner also emerged one after another. More than a hundred of them stood there, each wearing a savage expression as they stared mockingly at Long Mu and Li Muxue.
At Xu Fangliang’s invitation, Lin Xia went up to the main dais and shook hands with the leaders, introducing themselves to one another.
The waiter stared at him for a moment and thought to himself that rich people really were insane. Why else would anyone call a dog “Master”?
…After bathing and changing Lu Yi’s dressing, He Ruiyan glanced at him, her meaning clear: Hurry back to your room.
Since she had married, she should have moved into her new home. But Ji Tangtang’s parents might still be living here.
She didn’t believe that someone dressed in cheap street-stall clothes like Song Xinci could afford to live in such an extravagant mansion.
“I quite like it. If you’re not going to eat it, I will…” Someone immediately reached out with his chopsticks and snatched away the other person’s shredded radish.
Yet instead of the expected sigh of relief, she felt as though a piece of flesh had been torn from somewhere inside her heart, leaving it hollow and aching.
Ruan Hongran made the suggestion. Peng Jun nodded in agreement, and Qin Lang did not stand on ceremony. He immediately put away the treasured armor. His cultivation was the weakest here, and having a suit of armor for protection would make him somewhat safer.
Just like that night—he had been perfectly content to “eat” from his own mouth, so how could he suddenly stop eating and insist on leaving?
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Tian Ye frowned. Who could be calling him at such a late hour? And from a private number with no name attached?
In their eyes, the corpse smelled so terrible that dealing with it was hardly human work. Taking a scolding instead seemed like the better bargain.
This was a special structure resembling a religious building. Xiao Mo had conceived the idea after seeing the Hall of Heroes. He had never expected that something he merely imagined could actually be brought into existence.
Hua Jun suddenly understood. He had not realized that, once Jiang Huai’s heavy makeup had been washed away, she would look so terrifyingly haggard. Her lips were utterly bloodless, as though covered by a layer of white paper.
The other dwarf assassin silently circled around and attacked from behind, his dagger sliding toward Daphne’s nape.
Under the unceasing attacks of the soldiers from Xiao Village, the savages died at an astonishing rate. Between Xiao Village’s soldiers and the savages stood a wall of flesh and blood, formed from the piled-up corpses of the dead. Taking advantage of their superior weapons, the soldiers of Xiao Village stood atop the corpse wall and slaughtered the savages from above.
Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Huai suddenly suffered a violent surge of emotion. A trace of desolation flashed through his eyes, and a mouthful of bright-red blood suddenly gushed forth. Then came a second mouthful, and a third, until his entire lapel was stained crimson.
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