"Who is it?" I could not help crying out. The voice had come so abruptly that it caught me completely off guard.
By the time the automatic clock at the bedside chimed the hour for the fourth time, the anger in Tang Yun's heart had torn all those sorrowful feelings to pieces. And it did not stop there—another, even more contradictory and complex emotion began flooding his heart.
As he spoke, Yu Jingtang slowly moved the gun barrel aimed at my eyebrow center away. With his left hand, he flipped open the cylinder, removed three bullets, and stuffed them into his trouser pocket. Then, with a flick of that same hand, he drew another revolver from his jacket pocket. Holding the gun toward the sky, he pulled the trigger.
So-and-so did not dodge either, merely watching helplessly as that bolt of lightning drew nearer and nearer. At last, so-and-so could not help reaching out to intercept it.
"Having neither desire nor pursuit is the Dao. With desire and pursuit come right and wrong. Thus, the Dao was divided into righteous and wicked!" A voice rang out, and waves suddenly rose upon the sea.
"Aren't you a wind-element mage? Wouldn't relying on your sense of the wind elements be more accurate...?" Seeing the look on so-and-so's face that said, "How could lowly trash like you possibly understand me?" the soldier's voice grew softer and softer.
Tang Yun finally understood why Qin Shuiyan had pointed at herself and then at her eyes. She must have been telling him that there was someone above wearing a Shadow Nightmare Mask just like his.
"You're too courteous, Senior Redfoot. That disciple of yours named Huai Kong is quite exceptionally gifted as well." Jiang Yi smiled, his gaze involuntarily flicking toward Huai Kong.
At that moment,