Chapter 33

"Talk is cheap. If you want to cut, you must first be capable of it." Tiger retorted, as if trying to provoke the Shadow Butcher.

Meanwhile, Zhou Bingran, head buried in his food, thought it wasn't too bad; at least there were a few dishes he liked. His mother hadn't completely overlooked him.

When the members of the Luo family saw Luo Shengqiang, the young master of the Luo family, stand up to wave and cheer for Jin Daqi, they all followed suit, echoing his cheers loudly.

After only a moment, both of them came to a halt, their faces deathly pale.

Sixth Uncle’s condition was not as good; he was swaying as he walked, and even standing still, he wobbled as if he might topple over at any second.

"I didn't steal it," Ye Yu said calmly, a faint trace of spiritual energy coiled around the Chaos Ring, as he was unsure if the Dao-realm expert before him would strike.

"If that is the case, the main army has not yet crossed the Yellow River. If we set off for Tokyo now and then return to Dongping, there is still time!" Dong Yizhuang said, running toward the prefectural government office.

Things were different now. With the Third Elder killed by the Three-Eyed Soul-Swallowing Beast and Murong Yuyan’s array having slain dozens of guards, the two sides were now evenly matched, allowing them to step out boldly.

"Head left, keep going straight, and in another ten thousand meters, you will enter the danger zone," Dalu commanded. Li Ke and his two companions moved forward without doubt. The yacht lacked any sophisticated equipment, relying only on a primitive compass and a magnetic needle. Everything depended on the trio’s seasoned skills.

Must say, after soaking in the hot spring, her body felt completely relaxed and remarkably comfortable.

This was something I had just realized: a man like Chen Yuan acts without regard for consequences, making him an extremely dangerous individual. With someone like that, you either don't offend him at all, or you offend him to the point of no return, ensuring he never has a chance to rise again.

I pushed Qiuqiu into a maternity and infant store, wanting to buy something for Qiuqiu and An Qi's baby. I had only walked around once when I saw a middle-aged couple picking out a stroller. Their backs looked familiar. By the time I recognized the attractive aunt and uncle as Du Heng’s parents, they had already spotted me.

Actually, a white shirt would have been enough, but this man had to have his white shirt trimmed with gold thread—it looked awfully flamboyant.

When Xie Yuxi met Xia Yifei’s gaze, she grew timid and didn't dare say another word.

They surrounded the rock. Yanagi Nanako pointed at it, and four or five cultivators stepped forward, channeling their martial energy and hacking their weapons into the stone.

"They haven't eaten for a long time. If they eat this much at once, their stomachs might not handle it. Feed them a little less," Li Weiqiu said.

She sat on the stone steps, eyes lowered, her dark pupils shimmering like water, sparkling and brilliant.

I don’t know how long I sat there. By the time I regained my senses and rushed to catch the subway home, service had already stopped.

A clatter erupted at the beggar's feet. He stretched behind Shen Yanfei, a strange smile tugging at the corner of his eyes. Still sitting askew, he silently tapped the stone floor with his index finger, murmuring to himself as if keeping time to a mysterious rhythm.

Li Yan had no heart to focus on Okriman’s movements anymore; he was desperately trying to control the sea monster’s three forelimbs to prevent them from attacking Okriman. Just completing this task exhausted all his energy.

"Chieftain, the underground shelter has fallen! Sixty people are trapped inside!" a disciple shouted to him.

Xiang Yu was a gifted conversationalist; she wove through history and modern topics with such ease that even Li Jingyuan couldn't help but set aside his worries to engage with her. After all, she was a graduate of a prestigious university, and her breadth of knowledge and logic were naturally superior to those of the two brutes, Song Duanwu and Li Jinghong.

As soon as the words fell, an uproar broke out. Everyone focused on them: the man on the left wore sunglasses and a pure black suit, while the man on the right wore a baseball cap pulled low and casual clothes.

Upon hearing Fu Yitian’s voice, Zhao Kuo secretly prayed. He prayed that Zhu Sheng would not appear.

Ruan Jingyuan had no choice but to let Meng Zhu stay. Meng Zhu told Si Ying not to tell Yi Lin; Yi Lin was being marginalized in the army, his core troops were moving north, and he was busy with wedding preparations—he was likely already overwhelmed.

The third step of the Dragon-Defying Ascension... Guo Lin’s speed gradually slowed. From a distance, he didn't seem to move much, but his posture looked exceptionally strange. No matter how slow his movements were, he remained right beside the Blade-Spider Empress.

Ning Chaozhu and the old lady had returned to their respective courtyards, but the plump maid soon returned. It wasn't that she didn't want to share confidences with Song Duanwu; it was that when she saw Song Duanwu leave the west courtyard and head straight into Song Hanshi’s room, she knew exactly where she should be.

Thus, the Tang officials erected a stone monument at the site of his death, marking the burial place of this rebel as a warning to all.

"Don't be afraid! If you didn't do it, just don't admit to it," Zhui'er whispered to Wu'er.

Nearby, Jia Qilang was carefully picking fish bones before handing the fish to Kui Niang. Kui Niang, foolishly happy, just ate and smiled, saying it tasted wonderful. Jia Qilang grabbed another cleaned fish and began to grill it for her.

Di Qing knew he was in a dire situation. If he didn't borrow troops from the Shanshan Kingdom, he could never complete his mission. It was just a formality anyway; once he got the item, he would run back to the Song Dynasty.

"You are right. I am exactly that kind of person," Li Yunhao said faintly. From the moment he ascended to this position, he knew that the success of a general is built on the bones of ten thousand. Moreover, he sat on the highest throne, where the heights are cold indeed.

"What other choice is there? I truly cannot be pregnant at this time," Ming Yi blushed, feeling that her previous thought had been utterly ridiculous.

Just then, a loud voice erupted from the second floor of a restaurant across the main road. The voice was booming, as if deliberately raised so everyone could hear. Sure enough, as soon as the sound echoed, the eyes of everyone in the restaurant where Meng Changsheng and Li Chenzhou sat turned in unison toward the opposite side.

They immediately swallowed medicinal pills to restore their essence. The seal was overbearing, and the fierce might of the Demon-Suppressing Stele vibrated, making the young demon experts wary enough that none dared to strike.

Ling Zhengqi put down the medical record and looked up at her. This girl had many tricks up her sleeve and occasionally even managed to surprise him.

After the matter with Xiao Duoluo concluded, Zhao Siyin returned to her palace in a daze. That night, she had a nightmare: Xiao Duoluo came to her with blood streaming from his seven orifices. Panic-stricken, she tried to run but could not. Zhao Siyin woke up in terror, bathed in a cold sweat and trembling violently.