Chapter 113
Living on the 50th floor, I got a taste of the joys of being rich.
Still, I didn't sleep well. While the large windows offer a fantastic view of the nightscape, I couldn't help but worry whether the whole thing might be blown away by a strong gale.
On my way to work, Ao Xi saw Zhuo Ning's newly purchased BMW i8. It was undeniably handsome, but after hesitating for a long time, I decided not to drive it.
Driving that car to work felt a bit too flashy; it’s better suited for casual outings.
As soon as he stepped into the office, Ao Xi was taken aback. Renault and Garen—
"It makes sense. Among us, Old Five and Lei Hao are the closest. Now that Xiang Yue'er is in a coma and Lei Hao is talking about breaking up the team, Old Five is bound to hit the roof!" Blackie shook his head, turned around to call for Old Five, and the three of them jumped off the boat, heading toward Lei Hao.
"Enough talk!" No sooner had the words left his lips than Shen Yi’s figure flickered again. He struck out with a palm seal toward the old man: "Taste my Firmament Seal!" The moment the seal hit the old man, the latter merely flicked his finger, and the Firmament Seal was easily deflected.
"I’ve been waiting for you to say that." With that, Shen Yi placed one hand on Chi Ying’s shoulder, and the two of them slowly walked out of the jungle.
This is your profession, your mission, and your life. When everyone else is exhausted and retreating to rest, you alone must fight to the end, not taking a single step back. The only thing that can release you from this heroic and dangerous responsibility is the eternal night of death.
It is impossible to say how long the gate can be held open. Perhaps the moment the troops I lead charge toward the city gates, the Xianyang defenders will reclaim them and shut them tight once more.
I had assumed that as long as we trapped the Secret Master, the task would be easily accomplished, allowing us to return to the Zhang family in glory, receive the praise of our clansmen, and see our status soar—perhaps even contend for the position of Heavenly Master.
Looking back, Zhang Ren felt his entire body soaked in cold sweat. As the wind whipped past him on horseback, he felt nothing but chills. Gazing ahead, he realized he had already broken out of the reed marsh.
For several days afterward, every time the lark sang, it coincided with the black fish striking the rocks, which lured the fish away and kept them from getting hurt.
On the main road, dust filled the sky. Everywhere one looked, there were shouts of battle, flashing swords, and severed limbs. From time to time, screams were heard, only to be drowned out by even louder cries.
What bothered him more was the barrier. Whether his transformed state could break it was one thing, but more importantly, he was still controlled by the Demon Blade. That wretched sword was stubborn to the core, refusing to return control at any cost.
"Shut up! Do you think I believe a word you say? Breaking up with me is just an excuse! Someone forced you, didn't they? Gong Ruqian, you’d better make yourself clear today." Nangong Ling growled, his eyes bloodshot, his danger level rivaling that of a ticking time bomb.
At this moment, a crack over two meters wide had appeared at the entrance of the villa, effectively isolating the building; the area behind it had turned into a river, leaving the main gate as the only way through.
"Him!" The entire class pointed their fingers toward the back row in unison, as if they had undergone years of training.
By the time the three of them reached the stone dungeon, four of the five guards were sprawled out in their sleep, with only one remaining at the door, nodding off.
Blood, in pools, splattered across the snowy ground—a blinding red. Those who had fallen lay thick in the congealing puddles, cold, marking the final destination of their departed souls.
With that, Sun Ce walked over to Huang Zu, hoisted him up by his collar, tossed him into the air, and delivered a powerful kick.
Although that was true, no matter how Shanya looked at it, it seemed like a long shot! Master Feng the Fourth was not as easy to tame as she had claimed.
It was like a pair of lovers deeply in love in their youth, who later went their separate ways. When they met again in their old age, all that remained was that simple, sincere smile.