Chapter 1193: Winds and Clouds of Prisoner Peak

The Emperor of Xia recalled the intelligence from the Daoist Sect and still found it utterly preposterous.

The nine palaces of the Luoshui Guards were filled with shrewd and capable veterans who had spent over half a year analyzing information on the Heartless Sect day and night, yet just as they managed to roughly pinpoint Yang Kongtong's location, Lu Yang had already eliminated him.

Was it perhaps entirely redundant for Great Xia to establish the Luoshui Guards in the first place?

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The Daoist Sect, entrance to the Prisoner Peak.

The new inmate stood dazed at the threshold of the Prisoner Peak, reflecting on a lifetime of illustrious fame, only to end up confined to a dungeon at the last.

Ever since Deng Jiahui had made Deng Yun apologize to Wang Peng in front of Jiang Yishan and the others, Wang Peng himself had indeed subconsciously maintained his distance from Deng Yun, leaving every single one of the successive text messages she sent him entirely unanswered.

Vaguely, a ray of dawn broke into the room where Li Nan lay, carrying an immense warmth. Half sunlight and half rain, Li Nan felt his own body being drenched by the icy downpour, while that bright, sun-like object merely flashed before his eyes before vanishing without a trace.

This question caused Wang Peng's face, which had just softened in its lines, to instantly harden once more.

As soon as Yao Qiliang sat down, he asked Wang Peng for a cigarette; having quit smoking and no longer carrying any on him, Wang Peng had no choice but to ask Deng Yun, who was outside the reception room, to help fetch a pack.

Beneath the moonlight, Gu Yu took a massive gulp of the rogue's wild berry wine: "As expected, this wine still has the finest kick." It had to be said that this fellow Gu Yu was a born glutton for spirits; having downed several bottles of Clear Leaf wine, he was now drinking the high-proof wild berry wine.

It was not just Liu Huo who heard the sound; Master Hutu and Daoist Qingping heard it clearly as well, and the malevolent fiend was naturally no exception.

Daofengxiao was struck with panic: "Truly a top-tier master, blast it! Forcing me to use underhanded tricks, the Journey to the West Demon-Slaying Fat Lady Heavy Bomb Meatball Chariot!" Before his words could settle, the Fire Cloud Evil Deity was crushed into a misshapen, dried toad, unrecognisable even to his own mother!

A demon cloaked in flames—this was an ancient legend, but just how ancient remained uncertain. In any case, the giants possessed a very faint sense of history; perhaps it was a thousand years ago, or perhaps ten thousand.

Luo Ye and the shareholders looked at Song Tieyun as if looking at an idiot, watching his bloodshot eyes and the blue veins throbbing wildly on his forehead. They knew Old Song was completely ruined under this devastating blow.

It appeared that the low temperature could indeed restrict the movements of the zombies, just as it had been in the number two mortuary before; those zombies that ambushed them from behind Zhang Li and his men were so clumsy in their movements that they caused no catastrophic harm.

Their heads collided instantly; Yang Zhen felt nothing at all, but Tong Xinyi was so numbed by the pain that she hastily pushed Yang Zhen away, whereupon Yang Zhen sat back in his seat and began to close his eyes to rest his mind.

They had still eaten lunch together today, but in the afternoon, both Yun and Yu happened to have business, so the three did not stay together. Come dinner time, Chu Tianqi went out by himself, choosing a skewer shop he used to frequent during his school days.

While at the Du Manor, Xue'e had crossed swords with Du Wei several times, both overtly and covertly, yet she had never seen her looking so sharp and fierce, and for a moment, she was utterly stunned.

Ye Xiong pulled out his dagger and split open one of the raw stones; inside was a brilliant expanse of green, revealing itself to be the finest quality imperial jade.

"Lin Yitian, do not push your luck!" Xu Ben grew furious upon hearing Lin Xuan's words, his face flushing crimson, though in the end he did not lose his temper, lowering his voice into a growling hiss.

Although not everyone understood economics very well, being outsiders to the situation allowed them to see certain matters quite clearly.

Feng Muchen knit his brows deeply, "It is worse than that... The Crown Prince arrives in camp today; he comes by imperial decree, and I cannot refuse him." With these words, his gaze swept across Du Wei's face, finding her delicate countenance increasingly conspicuous against the soldier's garb.

Setting aside the value of this paperweight, the Southern Prince's Manor belonged to the imperial lineage and had always observed strict etiquette, hence they sent this object as an apology for detaining Ye Zhiting without permission, which could be considered giving him ample face.

Later on, Chen Qingdong came here to dine a few times, and each time Yin Gang displayed exceptional enthusiasm, providing Chen Qingdong with meticulous service.

Looking at the news on the internet now, he could roughly guess the shadow of You Fangfei behind it, though it was fortunate that the news had broken out. Yet why, for some incomprehensible reason, had he been dragged into the crossfire again?

Yu Hao met Meng Yin's gaze, the latter making a throat-slitting gesture toward him; Yu Hao sneered for a moment, completely ignoring his provocative action, for the only thing he needed to do was to thrash him soundly in the upcoming match and shatter his fragile self-esteem once again.

"Haha, why not let me just burn them all to ashes? That way they can serve as fertilizer without wasting the land." A ball of scorching flame rose from the hand of one of the men.

Although they later achieved success and recognition, and as their bodies gradually aged, they began to drink less and less, their foundational tolerance was still present after all.

Everyone drained the wine in their glasses in one gulp, yet Yu Hao and Sun Mengqi showed absolutely no intention of joining in, an attitude that seemed to slap Yin Mingye squarely in the face.

Therefore, whether she desired power now and wished to become that supreme sovereign was no longer of any importance.

The guards who had intended to block Taibuka Ryan suddenly froze in their tracks, transforming into ice sculptures in the very next second.

Several colleagues from the criminal investigation detachment arrived almost simultaneously; seeing Tang Zhilan supporting Zheng Jiayuan on the corridor floor and Ye Yiyun taking her pulse, while Zhou Bin stood guard at the office door to prevent anyone from passing, they instantly sensed that an accident had occurred.

"Don't move!" Fugitive One shouted as he rushed forward, lunging straight at Fugitive Two, revealing that his true intention was to snatch the gun.

"Roar!" A dragon's roar echoed from within Long Chen's body, carrying a hint of the prestige unique to the dragon race; had there been any wild beasts nearby, they would have instantly bowed in submission under this roar.

Listening to Feng Qi's line of reasoning, Hua Sheng nodded, unable to find any words to defend herself.

What touching words; Du Ruo's devotion in this relationship could well be summarized by the word "greatness."

Xu Dong had followed Qiao Anming for three years and naturally understood the relationship between the two before him, which compelled him to glance at Du Ruo a few more times; there was a light sweat on her forehead, her lip was bitten, and her head rested weakly against Qiao Anming's chest in the most intimately sheltered posture.

These celestial phenomena and weapons were not merely the manifestation of laws, but also contained an incredibly terrifying worldly power that caused the heavens and earth to change color.

Then he picked up a sharp fruit knife from the coffee table, walked slowly over to crouch beside my head, and looking at the knife in his hand, my heart turned utterly numb with dread.

This was precisely what Luo Er feared; he had to seize the position of family head right now, otherwise there would be no further opportunity.

Meng'er, whether you choose to open this letter or not, and regardless of whether you will read it, your father still wants to say—Father has always loved you.

Lin Fengquan visited Chi Huiyan in the Hexin City Prison; naturally, Chi Huiyan directed all her hatred toward Zhangsun Yayao, entirely overlooking Lin Fengquan.

Over the next few days, Zhang Yuan set about crafting a new mecha for himself, while Bai Ying, Black Rose, and the others busied themselves with training.

But as for Zhang Cheng, aside from a decent set of clothes, his wrists were completely bare, the belt at his waist was obviously from a street stall, and even his hair was somewhat disheveled and greasy.