32 Innocent

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With a crisp clash of metal, the web of my thumb went numb. The Chengying Sword flew straight out of my hand.

“You earn a tael of silver a day and enjoy every minute of it? You certainly have principles. But if those sisters succeed, won’t the money they pay you still be stolen goods? You help them commit robbery, yet happily pocket a tael of silver every day?” Red Boy said with utter disdain.

After taking his usual seat, Prince Hao began searching the dim surroundings for the figure he wished to see.

Whether Xia Weiwei’s movements had awakened Meng Ping or the words just spoken had roused him, no one could say. His long, curled lashes trembled a few times before he slowly opened his eyes and stared straight at Xia Weiwei.

By this point, my blood was already boiling. I struck without mercy. The lucky ones escaped with cuts from my blade; the unlucky two had their throats slit on the spot.

“Mother, I want my mother!” On the hospital bed, Jingyi was drenched in sweat, clutching the edge of the blanket tightly as she muttered deliriously.

At this point, the fog in Jingyi’s mind gradually began to clear. But what had happened afterward?

I returned to the inn, but Huian was nowhere to be seen. Remembering how hurriedly he had left the cave, I wondered where he might have gone.

At last, I reached a fishing village by the sea, where several dozen families lived. Someone was drying fishing nets at the edge of the village: a fisherman in his fifties. The wrinkles on his face were like ravines, and his bronze-colored skin bore unmistakable evidence of a lifetime under the wind and sun.

These were all things she would have to face sooner or later. She silently warned herself that she must not cry again next time.

Gu Yan and Su Zixuan exchanged a smile. They knew that the rules of the official world were complicated and ever-changing, but as long as one grasped the core of the game, it was possible to turn passivity into initiative.

When Im reached this point, Vlad exclaimed, “That power is truly extraordinary. The Sea King Poseidon, one of the three ancient weapons, is a terrifying existence capable of overturning the ocean with ease.”

Within the void, ripples suddenly appeared. A man dressed entirely in black stepped out, his hands clasped behind his back and his long hair billowing in the air. His wicked, captivating eyes swept across the scene once before he took a single step in the direction Lian Haiping had gone. His figure vanished instantly.

Wang Xinxing, sitting alone before the door, was not worried in the least. He drifted into his thoughts until Old Liu returned after summoning several families.

The sensation was exceedingly strange. The two people facing each other seemed to share the feeling that “you are me, and I am you,” as though they were looking into a mirror, utterly indistinguishable from one another.

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Seeing that Cheng Chumo had prepared all the ingredients—and even managed to find several eggs—Wang Xingxin was overjoyed. Despite his injured backside, he ordered Liu Gangzi to knead the dough and had Hei Wa crack the eggs into it. He also told Da Niu to boil the dried meat they had brought in hot water until tender, then chop it finely.

When the white-robed demon spirit heard that the Heavenly Demon Ning Luo actually intended to spare Lian Haiping, he could not help growing anxious. Though hatred seethed in his heart, he dared not say another word.

Shuo Yanyu hurriedly spoke to reassure him. “It is all right, Great King. It was a close call, but none of those people even reached us before Sister Zhiwu dealt with them.”

A gentle smile rested on Luo Qingqing’s lips, but one hand had already begun rubbing lightly against the other. It was a habit of hers.

If every loyal subordinate around Luo Qingqing were brought down, she would be left alone and surrounded, with no path but death.

Suddenly, a loud cry came from above. The voice sounded unusually strained. I froze. It was that wretched cross-dresser. Could I have returned to the mouth of that cave?

In the distance, Ryan watched the brutal battle, his face deathly pale. Sweat had soaked through his clothes as he anxiously looked toward the place where Tianxin had fallen.

Tiantianxin understood at once. Although her strength had reached the realm of a High God, ordinary High Gods would be utterly helpless before her, fit only to be toyed with.

Staring at the empty Source Condensation Car, Gu Qiu began worrying in secret. How was he supposed to return to Ironfall Star? It was a serious problem.

Inside the car, she watched the man whose strong, sensual hands gripped the steering wheel. If he asked her for a child tonight, she thought she might not refuse.

Even Yan Shisan could not help drawing a sharp breath. The Myriad Desolation Clan was the home of an Ancient God at the pinnacle, and his father was there as well. Yet he had still acted. His move might even destroy his own clan and kill his own father.

“Who else did you think it was?” Nanmen Zun gazed coldly at the change in her expression. He had not expected to see a trace of relief in her eyes—or genuine release from a heavy burden.

Luo Qiang thought, “The Ghostfire Demon must have suffered some unbearable tragedy in the past.” But he knew that this was not the time to ask more. The two of them rose together, took quick showers, and went to sleep.

Though the hornets were already almost upon them, nearly blotting out their entire view, Ruan Mianmian and the others stood where they were, still smiling without the slightest trace of fear.

Lu Jing looked at his son’s enormous office, deep envy showing in his eyes.

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No one knew how much time had passed. The food had probably gone cold by then, and Luo Fei finally lowered the chopsticks he had held aloft for half the day without picking up more than a few bites.

Her fury seemed to transmit some kind of message. Every poisonous snake on Serpent Island gathered there.

Wu Rong shook his head. “My lord, although our army was defeated this time, General Zhang brought back more than a thousand men. Added to our existing forces, that should be enough. Once we move into the city, even if the Mount Tai bandits outnumber us, they will still be powerless to do anything.”

As he devoured mouthful after mouthful of the fishman corpses on the ground, his body began undergoing a strange transformation.

Chicken Dabao could not help laughing aloud. But in the very next instant, Zhang Yuan and Wu Liuqi’s icy gazes locked onto him.

After crossing the river, he heard that Liu Yao had sent his subordinate generals Zhang Ying and Fan Neng to confront Sun Ce.

He had driven them back with ease, yet still wore a calm, untroubled expression, as though nothing had happened at all?

The wooden door creaked open in the wind, and a powerful force dragged Guan Xian inward step by step.

This was precisely the time when capable people were most needed. They already felt understaffed; if Xu Si were lost as well, who would handle the grain supplies?

How could I have forgotten them? It seemed that remaining immersed in the game world for so long had decisively altered the way I thought.

Chen Yufan knew that his grandfather, Chen Xiao, valued loyalty. Otherwise, he could never have prospered so greatly in Hell. Still, Chen Yufan was genuinely curious about the demonic spirits of Hell.

Streams of baleful energy, like smoke signals from a battlefield, erupted from the banners. The cries of ghosts and howls of gods filled the air, savage and ferocious, corroding and melting that entire stretch of space and time.

After saying this, Han Bing’s figure vanished without a trace from Chen Yufan’s web-like divine consciousness.

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