Chapter 94: Girl, Shall We Start Over?

But in the end, all of it was merely Yan Jinxin’s own wishful thinking. Even after she left that villa, she had still not found the answer she sought.

Returning to the Yan residence, Lin Shu saw Yan Jinxin sitting on the sofa, her face clouded with melancholy. The bruises on her arms and knees were clearly visible. Lin Shu hurriedly placed the cup she had intended to bring to Yan Jinxin on the dining table, then strode over, her voice tinged with anxious concern, “Xin’er, how did you get hurt? Are there any other injuries?” As she spoke, she began checking Yan Jinxin’s body.

Yan Jinxin shook her head and grasped Lin Shu’s hand. “Aunt Lin, don’t you miss my brother? Don’t you care about how he’s doing out there?”

Lin Shu’s expression turned wooden, her smile forced. “Jun’er…”

Liu Dazhu broke out in a cold sweat. He had never expected to encounter such a person in this world—someone with no regard for feelings, as if they cared nothing for life itself.

His body twisted sharply, and the short sword of Wen Lier, who had appeared behind him, brushed his clothes and stabbed into the air ahead. At that moment, his iron-like hand had already seized the assassin’s wrist.

“Knights,” Kohler did not issue another command. The prince simply surveyed his followers and said calmly, “Do not forget your oath.” Then he began to remove his luxurious and sturdy golden armor.

Heaven only knows whether Houtu devours humans. If she does, with her delicate skin, she would surely be the first choice for a meal. Houtu had long held a grudge against her.

Just off the night shift, she suddenly realized she had been promoted. After running wild for weeks, she finally got a chance to make her mark. Also, she didn’t know which friend had given her over two hundred VIP tickets—she almost thought she was seeing things. Thank you so much.

Now, she sensed that Chen Erhui was truly taking this matter seriously, and she felt an inexplicable sense of being moved.

“Gou Chen, how dare you!” Ji Jiu was furious. In front of everyone, Gou Chen had actually slapped him—as one would discipline their own servants?

Although the two had trained in different fields, they both attended the best training building in Lake City and lived with Zhou Tingting every day.

Chen Erhui had expected such a reaction from them. After all, people of their stature were accustomed to freedom; no one would be pleased to be bound.

“Really?” Murong Lianyun’s face was filled with delight as she stood on her hands, tears still clinging to the corners of her eyes, but a brilliant smile already blooming. The entire corridor seemed instantly brighter. She grabbed the young lord and ran downstairs.

At that moment, Yin Mo wished she could rush over and shut Feng Ji’s mouth. But to her dismay, although Feng Ji had no martial prowess, he was surprisingly swift on his feet. Even with eighty percent of her strength restored, Yin Mo was unable to catch up.

Then, a pair of sharp claws seemed to open, ready to seize Long Teng. As the heir to the Flying Lion Totem, the crown prince understood well that Long Teng was not an easy opponent. Otherwise, Li Tian would not have paid him such attention.

Well then, even if the refinement succeeds, what price must I pay in exchange?

Neither the fathers nor the children expected that, in the sea of sand, there could be such a place—a veritable paradise.

Lin Xian’er stepped out of the sedan, her cheeks still flushed. With a smile in her eyes, she gazed at the carriage receding into the distance.

“Brother Long, there’s a map here.” Li Shu checked the wrapping leather and discovered a map drawn upon it.

“Haha! I forgot to tell you! Because we goblins have mined in such environments for so long, we’re already adapted! Sorry, I didn’t consider it thoroughly. How about we retreat first, fetch some torches, and then come back down?” The old goblin spoke with a hint of pride.

I ignored her, happily tracing the sword’s blade. As my anger faded, the sword vanished in a flash of golden light. I was stunned, staring in disbelief at my right hand, where the black tattoo on my palm had turned gold. No matter how I summoned the sword, it never appeared again. I grew so anxious that beads of sweat formed on my brow.

Introduction: The Wolf Tribe’s conventional combat forces, specializing in positional warfare, are the mainstay of war and indispensable in large-scale battles. Their soldiers are generally of higher quality than standard troops and always act in concert with the Fierce Wolf Legion.