Chapter 52 The Inner Demon Resurges

Time flowed silently, and another thirty years passed.

Wen Qiong and the Daoist priest immediately cast spells upon the demonic cultivator, but they were a fraction too late. They watched as the demonic cultivator's face was twisted into bizarre shapes by a tremendous force, and beneath such violent pressure, bright red blood gushed incessantly from his seven facial orifices.

With this thought, I bit down with all my might. But unlike last time, even though I tore his face to shreds this time, he did not show a shred of fear.

Hearing this, everyone realized that Lu Minghui had captured Li Xuzhi in order to do the bidding of the Great Jin emperor, using the lives of Li Xuzhi's family of three to threaten Yun Zhanpeng.

This was naturally the impressive result of Yu Yiqing's rigorous training of everyone over this period. Having received Ling Xuan's command, they immediately used their flying swords to detour a full five hundred miles, finally managing to quietly and silently infiltrate the enemy's rear.

The bed in my room was a single bed, not at all spacious! When sleeping at night, Bai Rou was on the inside and I was on the outside. Lying face to face, we looked at each other and chatted just like that.

Moreover, he was not truly in love with her; rather, he had merely been touched by the fact that when everyone else disbelieved him, she alone trusted him, leading him to believe he had fallen for her. After a little more time passed, he would surely come to his senses.

The cultivators gathering from all directions took one look at this posture and knew something was amiss. Though they did not know what had happened, they were certain there was nothing to be gained. Muttering a silent expression of regret, they dispersed one after another.

As he was deep in thought, a streak of sword light suddenly flashed across, landing before him a moment later—it was none other than Ye Bufan.

Next, the officials successively expressed their longing and deep concern for the Emperor, as well as their boundless joy upon beholding the sacred countenance once again.

The first measure was for every household to bring out any useless iron basins and copper gongs, because wolves are afraid of noise. As long as everyone beat upon them periodically, the wolves would not dare to approach—though it remained uncertain whether this would work against this pack of wolf demons.

Yuan Jian had suffered a defeat of such utter humiliation; his tens of thousands of cavalrymen had been utterly crushed without even getting the chance to mount their horses. Afterward, the veterans and elite troops near the main camp were caught in a pincer attack from both inside and out by the approaching Liang army and the Pengcheng garrison, leaving almost no survivors.

The long dining table was draped with a blindingly white tablecloth, and the silver cutlery had already been laid out. Donna waved her hand to signal the nurse to push her over for a look. Attendants in immaculate uniforms had set out two places, and a cluster of passionate red roses in the center of the table shone like rubies. Sharing a dinner together might perhaps be rather a pleasant idea.

Gao Yan chuckled in a low, undulating tone, "If the Master knew you were abusing literary allusions like this, he would scold you for lacking true scholarship." Gao Yan tightened his embrace around her; with Jiaojiao by his side, this lifetime was more than enough for him.

"This is not a suitable place for conversation. Let us go somewhere else," Ji Yaohua flicked his sleeves and said to the two of them.

"President Ye, do you have a male companion?" Annie knew that this charity auction required attendees to bring a companion. Now that Bo Youchen was not in the country and Rogers had not come either, and judging by her assessment, He Jinnian was certainly not going to be Ye Ning's choice—was she planning to go entirely alone?

Lan Zijie felt for the very first time that this era was truly wonderful, with visual treats available everywhere to reward one's eyes.

Bai Zhi sat in the back without uttering a single word. She gently bit her lower lip, her fingers tightly gripping the handbag resting on her knees, an unspeakable sorrow weighing upon her heart, much like a pair of lovers being cruelly torn apart by force.

Gu Wanru nodded in satisfaction, thinking to herself that marrying him might not be such a bad choice after all; seeing how honest he was, he certainly would not bully her.