Revenge

Two hundred and eighty li south of Wulong Mountain, north of Dehang Mountain, there was a small river flowing from the mountains. After leaving the mountains, it ran northeastward and eventually joined the lower reaches of the Wu Chao River.

This small river had no name, and no one had lived here in the past because there was no spiritual energy. That was until the Tan family moved here ten years ago.

Tan Bazhang stood atop a small hill by the river, looking down at the winding stream below. To the southwest of the river stood the new Tan Family Manor, while stretches of rice paddies lined both banks.

Why? Yaoyue stared ahead in disbelief. She had kindly shared her male pet with He Niyang—what an elevated level of friendship that was. Why was he arresting her?

At those words, Wen Jingxuan's breathing caught. His hands clenched into fists, loosened, then tightened again. At last, they sagged helplessly. "I didn't know how to bring it up..." He had struggled over it countless times in his heart, but simply lacked the courage to speak. He was afraid that once he opened his mouth, he would no longer be able to remain calm, and all his previous resolve would have been for nothing.

Xia Hua reached out and pinched her round little face, touched in her heart. She smiled at Lin Meiting behind her; everything that needed to be said was left unspoken.

Nyarlathotep said this mockingly, as though everything lay within his grasp.

The other Blood Clan members instinctively retreated one after another. The sudden appearance of ten werewolves brought them immense pressure.

"Hmph! You're useless anyway! Take the heart if you want it! What a disgusting piece of trash!" Zhao Yao spat contemptuously.

Vermilion Bird let out a breath of