The Ironwall Sage and the Church's powerful warriors all froze where they stood upon hearing Cao Xing urge them to surrender...
But then Alphonse flew into a rage. "You arrogant fool! You actually want me to betray the Holy See? Dream on!"
"We have sworn to serve the Holy Light unto death! How could we ever submit to a demon like you?!"
"I advise you to surrender as soon as possible and stop clinging to your delusions, otherwise..."
Before he could finish, Cao Xing suddenly raised his voice, which boomed like thunder. Upon hearing Zou Kai's words, Song Zhiyin immediately realized that this man was undoubtedly in cahoots with Meng Feipeng. Given the current situation, there was truly no way she could stay.
Lin Yao bit her lip as well. Fan Boru was clearly targeting her. There was obviously a printer in the office, yet he insisted on making her copy it by hand.
It was not because she had suffered severe injuries and lost blood that she was feeling so dizzy.
After keeping watch bitterly for three days, the ranger hiding in the tree was finally rewarded. Someone had broken into their house and taken their belongings—oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, tea, as well as some cured meat and rice.
Forget it. Thinking this, Pei Shu was about to lower the curtain when he looked up and unexpectedly saw Shen Jiahe staring at him. Her gaze was cold and clear, revealing no emotion, as though he was nothing more than a stranger to her.
They had indeed been impossible to provoke in the past, but now that he had money and power, was he really supposed to fear a bunch of pests like them?
Inside and outside the grave, separated by life and death. Xia Sheng poured another cup