Chapter 1149: Yun Mengmeng's Weapon

Lu Yang, a boy of tender heart, discerned that Qing He was merely putting on a brave front. Though locked in a rivalry, they served the same court, and there was truly no need to strain their relations to such a bitter degree.

He offered a few words of kindly solace, yet Senior Qing He appeared to sink only deeper into sorrow.

The devotion between master and servant ran deep, and the sight of the fairy reduced to a mere immortal soul brought such grief. Lu Yang sighed inwardly; this was a sentiment he had never known, for from the very first day he met the fairy, she was already in that ethereal state, and he had long since grown accustomed to it.

Lu Yang had ever been a soul of honesty, not one to personally

Inside the cold drink parlor, Tong Lele had cranked the air conditioner to its absolute lowest, yet it could not dispel the crimson flush blooming upon her face. She had done nothing at all, so why did her cheeks burn hot enough to boil an egg?

Wang Houchun followed in the wake of Sima Daoxin, utterly indifferent to the slaughter raging around them. As if taking a leisurely stroll in a courtyard, he directed Sima Daoxin to strike at the vital nodes of the Guiyi Army, his every gesture systematically dismantling the defense command of the city.

After a long silence, Su Ning let out a weary sigh at last, and then gave the command, sounding the horn of assault.

The King of Ping-Pong? Zhuo Yuan could not help but chuckle. With a physique like Zhao Jinshan's, he might actually convince someone if he posed as a sumo wrestler.

When Mayor Hua's henchmen had abducted them, their families and kin had already been slaughtered by those very men. They were stripped of all relatives, utterly alone in the world; without a protector, even if they managed to flee the Hua estate, they would lack the means to survive in the wild outside.

Though such words left her lips, the smile upon her face remained irrepressible. Having been together for half a year now, Qin Chu was busy most of the time, and she was entirely content that he could carve out moments to accompany her.

Its silhouette, like a phantom of the night, leapt inside. With a casual sweep, it seized a police officer and tore his arm cleanly from his torso, lifting the severed limb to take a savage bite.

As the crowd made merry, Li Qiang cast another glance over them, deeply curious as to what echelon of society their true identities belonged.

Yun Zijin struggled to poke her head out from Gong Wuxie’s embrace. Why was this godfather of hers so incredibly clingy? She could hardly move a muscle.

"Li Yanyang, answer me if you hear this!" Ning Qianxun, too, had realized something, yet amidst her terror, a sliver of illusion remained, praying for a miracle.

The onlookers who had anticipated a grand spectacle felt a heavy wave of disappointment and mockery rise in their eyes, and the footsteps that had paused began to drift away once more.

Though his armor absorbed a great deal of the impact, it was still far more than he could bear. Qi Lu’s body, yet to touch the ground, was sent flying sideways once more, a sharp pang of agony erupting from his abdomen as the metallic taste of blood rushed up his throat.

"Shopkeeper Xiao Zhu, there is no need for such ceremony. I see the arrangements within the shop are immaculate, so why is business here so terribly quiet?" Mu Qiu inquired with utmost courtesy, her voice retaining a touch of cool detachment.

Yet of these matters, a certain fox who had reverted to a lazy recluse remained blissfully unaware. Because the flow of time within the spatial realm differed from the world outside, she had already lingered within it for well over a year.

Returning to her chamber, Lu Xi’s anger had entirely dissipated. She turned off the lights and climbed into bed, an unwitting smile gracing the corners of her lips. She found it rather amusing; at the very least, that fellow had made her day rich and full of joy, and it had been a very long time since she had laughed so genuinely from the heart.

"Upon my return this time, I shall pass the mantle of Palace Master to Leng Yi, and we need only protect him a little hereafter. Biyou Palace was, after all, founded by my foster father, and I do not wish to see his life's work vanish into nothing." Leng Yan had pondered this matter as well; now that they had a child, he wished for his offspring to live a peaceful life.

Xia Die held her firearm, calmly blowing away the wisps of smoke rising from the muzzle, while the remaining members of the Quhou clan exchanged bewildered glances.

Following his escape from the Demon Abyss, Wu Yong chanced upon Zhang Mofan by an unexpected stroke of fate. Zhang Mofan, too, had never anticipated that after ascending to the Barren Realm and emerging from the Sacred Mountain, he would cross paths with Wu Yong once again.

The party arrived at the rear courtyard, where they found Guo Tai and two escorts from the security bureau still keeping watch. Catching sight of Jiang Chen and the others, they hurried forward to greet them.