As a result, some Earth Class students eyeing spots in Heaven Class naturally started criticizing Zhang Zhen like flies swarming around a crack in an egg.
While everyone sized up Kapu, he was also looking over Muye and everyone aboard the Shark Green Gem.
Lu Qiao, who was still closest to Mulan, stepped forward and quietly told her that they had just discovered Xiangdou had snuck into her room to rummage through her things.
Among everyone present, he was naturally the strongest. Now that the vengeful spirits had suddenly attacked, only he might be able to hold them off.
At the thought of the Seventh Prince, a cold glint appeared in Bei He's eyes. He had long sworn that if he didn't kill the Seventh Prince, he would no longer be worthy to live.
The retreat of the Anchegu Tribe was the last straw that broke the Mohe Allied Forces. Seeing that even the Anchegu Tribe, a close ally of the Limo Tribe, had fled, the Fu Nie Tribe had no reason to stay and retreated as well.
When she saw they were her own people, she instantly breathed a sigh of relief. Though she wasn't familiar with them, in a situation like this, they were still better than running into anyone else.
After Bei He sped onward for several more days, he finally spotted a vast depression at the far end of the distant, flat horizon.
Both locations controlled vital transportation routes. The drugs they tested here were shipped from these places to other destinations.
And yet Si Yanhao somehow managed to stay neutral without anyone daring to offend him. That was where his ability lay.
Puzhi, gravely wounded and poisoned, looked up at the strange phenomenon in the sky. After that clap of thunder, the dark clouds had slowly dispersed, leaving only a fine drizzle.
In the Void Passage, Zhang Song communicated with Daoist Qingsong through divine sense, his tone edged with warning.
What he feared most was that they might change their minds and refuse to sell it to him. He'd probably have to beg them to sell it after all.
For Tieying, the people of Weichang Temple, and the others, all that remained was a single order from Ying Gao. They could hardly wait to lead their armies south and wipe out the Tangming Kingdom and the others one by one.
Anyone who wasn't a fool could see what was happening before them. This tribe had an expert protecting it today; no matter how many people went up against him, they'd only be throwing their lives away.
And after they made their fortunes, they didn't put on airs. They remained as down-to-earth as ever—but that was a story for later.
So the main force, led by Peng Wuju and Situ Ren, headed south, while Peng Wuwang mounted a Gaochang Steed and rode west alone.
Then a deep, resonant bell rang out, as though it had echoed from ancient times to the present. The greed in everyone's hearts seemed to be shaken away by the sound, and they came to their senses in an instant.
That evening, I worked late at the company for a while, sorting out the things on my hands and marking their order and priority. By the time I got home, it was already dark. I opened the door and flicked on the light—and nearly jumped out of my skin.
Zhong Qing tossed her luggage into the room and ran to the bathroom to wash her face. She tied up her messy hair with a hair tie. There were still traces of crying, but she looked much better than when she'd come back.
Xu Junlin came to his senses and took a step back. He looked down at the person in his arms, wanting to push her away, but afraid that if he used too much force, he'd knock her over.
He never expected a day like this to come. Ji Ting's death still hadn't arrived, but the day the Duke's Mansion stood on the brink of collapse had.
In the absence of confirmation, the fat man decided to proceed according to plan. If Blue Sea didn't know the secret of his first kick, then he would surely fail to dodge the final blow.
Mo Gong had finally appeared after all that anticipation. Just a second before his entrance, he'd still been arrogantly discussing his appearance fee. Truly, there was no merchant without a touch of cunning. Ahem, Passing Years had to interview oppa about how he felt right now.
After dinner, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law cleaned up the kitchen. Shen Qing said dish soap was bad for the hands, so she only let her rinse things under the faucet and wouldn't let her touch the soap. They chatted and laughed, and the atmosphere was lovely. In the living room, Mo Yichen watched the news.
Mo Yichen couldn't tell whether she was angry with him or with Zhong Qing. Either way, he felt awful.
Mo Yichen had never been so shallow. It was just that he knew all too well how deep the waters ran in these families. Yihuan wasn't suited to it. Xu Junlin was a good business partner and a decent man, but that didn't mean Mo Yichen approved of him becoming his brother-in-law.
Divine Martial was still chatting and joking with the young woman, while Blue Sea yawned beside him in boredom, his gaze wandering as he sized her up from time to time.
Before dawn, the city gates had just opened when more than ten carts laden with grain and goods rumbled in, heading straight for Changping Street.
"Yan Zhong, you have a chess set here. How about a game?" Su Ruoyao asked.
"Two reasons. First, she's a worldly expert who's indifferent to fame and fortune. Second, she has even greater ambitions!" Dream Pupil picked up the thread, adding as she looked at Zhao You.
More and more cultivators joined the ranks hunting Su Mu. But not all of them intended to pursue him; they simply wanted a glimpse of the true appearance of Black-bodied Yama Su Mu, the man rumored to be hunted by the Myriad Ghost Blood-Devouring Order.
Only then did the cultivators who had stared at the scene in stunned silence come back to their senses. They lowered their heads, their eyes shifting as they wondered what to make of it.
Although it was a little perfunctory, it was good enough. Ye Qingjue's hand slid down Luo Wusheng's arm. When it reached Luo Wusheng's hand, he took it, and the two headed toward the town.