Chapter Ninety-One: The Manor Vanishes

Chapter Ninety-One: The Estate Vanishes

The short, fat man shouted, and the Eighteen Attendants and the Eighteen Vajras simultaneously poured their inner force into the tank, which blazed with white light.

“Fire!”

With a heavy boom, the tank launched eight spinning white shells. They burst apart in midair, releasing a strange, wave-like pressure that seemed to warp even space itself, leaving the people around them swaying unsteadily in the blast.

“Laser unit, unleash!”

The short, fat man shouted again.

It was also for the sake of contending over, and defending, who would be the rightful principal wife of the Cat-Eating Lady. Several forum threads had been tearing into one another without restraint, the atmosphere thick with gunpowder.

“Come here for a moment.”

With a broad smile on his face, Feng Wuhen waved to the repair crew and beckoned them over.

After the funeral affairs for Old Master Gu were completed, Gu Weijia’s family had had almost no contact with Jin Xiumei’s side. Not to mention Jin Xiumei and the others; even the family next door, Gu Weiguo’s household, was seldom in touch with them.

After Feng Wuhen understood his scheme, in his mind rose the course and terrain of the Haiyun Mountain track. The words “U-shaped wide lane” flashed through his thoughts. This stretch of road was far too broad for defenders to hold, yet for attacking drivers it was an excellent place to break through and overtake.

Of course, those who remained in the army were very few. The military assessment was exceptionally strict, and ninety percent of all young men would be forcibly discharged.

“Michael! Why has the Islamic one still not stopped?”

David asked in furious outrage.

There were not only round eggplants, but also long ones; the long eggplants hung from layer upon layer of branches, and as they dropped down, it was as though one had walked into an illustration.

“Overtake him. I must overtake him.”

What mattered most now was to find the other side’s weakness and pass. So long as he succeeded, he could suppress the king and keep him from overtaking again.

Earlier, though Fang Yuzhi and Ji Andong had spoken about having a child, Ji Andong did not want one so early. In the end, however, he still yielded to Fang Yuzhi.

You are not unaware of the tyrannical cruelty of the Six Paths Sovereign. Had he not been so violent and lecherous, how could the sisters of the Asura Path have chosen to leave when the Six Paths Palace was at the height of its glory?

I looked toward Mo Han, only to see that he had been staring at me intently all along, never once turning away. I lifted my head and happened to meet the eyes that had been waiting for me.

At the head of the fleet, a mass of dark, murky shapes suddenly appeared. The Hidden Star Island, where the Hidden Witch Hall stood, had been reached.

Goddess Golden Spirit and Goddess Turtle Spirit joined forces in the assault. Several streaks of sword light circled around Xia Jie, hacking at him and cutting away a few pieces of his sleeves and robe hems. Then both women gave a muffled groan at the same time and turned to leave.

“Halen, we still need to hurry back to Baghdad,” Olenya said, a trace of impatience flashing across her face. She glanced at the sky, seeming somewhat anxious. I suddenly remembered her bargain with the devil, how every night she had to be melted down and cast anew. The thought made my scalp tingle.

Sikong Lie tilted his head and looked at Sikong Jing, a playful smile appearing on his handsome, refined face. “Since he values his friends so highly, then naturally he will help us. Besides, isn’t sister one of his friends?” Weaknesses made it easier for others to exploit them.

“No need. I’ll go back on my own. You should... rest.”

Suddenly remembering his illness, the bloody scene from earlier rose before my eyes again, and my heart ached faintly.

“Husband, Sister Rou and I could sleep in the same bed, but what about Rui’er?” Li Yu said upon seeing Rui’er’s face flushed just as red.

Bull Dazhu sighed. A duel between the lord and Brother Ziyu must have been especially splendid. To have missed it was truly a pity.

Yelü Yun thought for a moment, then suddenly said in a low voice, “Since that is so, I will stay. Whether I can return in the future or not, I will complete what I am meant to do.”

Xingtian Dafu smiled and pointed at a mark on his armor. On the palm-sized metal plaque was a bronze, three-legged cauldron, and its form was astonishingly similar to something deep in Xiahou’s memory.