Chapter 85: The Beginning of the Nightmare (3)

He Yurou let out a few light laughs, but the sound that emerged was laced with a biting chill, slowing the flow of air in the entire room. “Are you showing off how capable Mo Qinghan is to me? The man I, He Yurou, have risked everything to love means nothing in Mo Qinghan’s eyes.” As she spoke, she lifted her hand to strike Mo Qinghan. Mo Qinghan immediately caught He Yurou’s raised wrist, using all her strength. He Yurou’s face contorted with pain and she cried out, while Mo Qinghan’s pupils widened, tears streaking down her cheeks. She sniffed, and the spark of fury in her heart was instantly ignited, causing the air in the house to seem to explode with the force of her words: “He Yurou, for the sake of your so-called man, you made me—”

Kang Jieji was taken aback, but having just reasserted his authority as head of the household, how could he back down so soon?

Yun Haoxuan was overjoyed, but in that moment he was horrified to discover his body felt as if struck by lightning. His blood surged chaotically, and he collapsed in a heap.

When Pan Jinlian emerged, Yun Que’er immediately sent the staff to inquire. Upon learning the visitor was seeking Li Kui, she relaxed, and came out at once.

Alex arrived punctually at the council hall, noting the two rows of city guards in fine leather armor, exuding a murderous aura, lining either side.

Luo Peng’s face tightened at the words, and he spun around to see the owner of the lewd voice—a youth of about twenty, with a conspicuous row of buck teeth.

She packed her things and left the home where she’d lived for eighteen years, leaving behind the place that had brought her both joy and sorrow.

Uncle Tian’s eyes had grown somewhat cloudy. There was no denying his skills and prowess, but time spares none; the youth of yesteryear had become an old man.

Just thinking about the matter made him angry. He hadn’t even lost his temper yet, but those two had already flared up.

Ye Zheng gazed intently at Chi Ling and Mo Yi, who were buying grilled skewers nearby. The two of them were quite alike—both were simple, innocent souls.

Everyone let out a surprised “uh,” their eyes full of astonishment as they watched Chen Dazhuang devouring his food.

In the distance and all around, delicate petals floated through the air. The flower clusters were as cute as little sprites, twirling and dancing in the breeze.

Cheng and Jin were filled with terror when they realized the monster wasn’t leaving. They backed away, intending to help Old Man Xiao to his feet, but as they retreated, the monster pressed closer.

They, like Chen Jing, had entered from the Wheel City. Yet their experience differed from his; when Chen Jing entered, the city was cloaked in darkness, but when they arrived, faint light shimmered as if on a moonlit night. Still, no one ever encountered that green snake again.

“Hey, uncle, give me a copy of the Jiangyun Daily and the Entertainment Weekly,” called a young office worker in his twenties, dressed casually, to an old man of about fifty at the newsstand.

“No contact—don’t play games with me, or I won’t hesitate to make you suffer a bit,” Brother Zhang threatened the assassin, intent on testing whether he spoke the truth.

Even Xue Yue was the same; only their formidable strength kept casualties to a minimum.

Liu Tian’s gaze was fixed on a lone figure. He began forming seals with both hands, continually restoring his martial strength.

As the carriage curtain fell, Ye Xiang glanced at Eleven, their gazes meeting in midair.

Sun Wushou, wild with joy, was dizzy with happiness after being struck by a giant pancake. He no longer called for his elder brother; now, calling “ancestor” rolled off his tongue with ease.

“Could you briefly explain the current situation?” Huo Guang, strolling through the Chang’an Academy, asked Luo Xiaohong.

Yinhuo’s body was instantly frozen to dust by the divine power Zhang Hao unleashed, but his head was enveloped in a miraculous talisman, blocking all the cold of the Infinite Staff. Zhang Hao’s mocking voice rang out.

Thinking of her mother, and then of the Marquis of Pingyang, who had brought them to this wretched state, any softness left in her heart turned to steel. She clenched the white silk in her hand. Even without guidance, she was determined to survive.

The fat man’s eyes were wide, the flesh on his face trembling violently. It seemed he wanted to crawl into a crack in the earth, but lacked the courage. Forcing himself to go on, his palms were slick with sweat.