Volume 1, Chapter 53: Encountering an Old Acquaintance Again

Ah-Shen Rong carried the dying Lin Yue on his back, heading steadily northward. There were no paths in the forest, so Ah-Jiu had to clear the way using a blade he had pilfered from Shen Xu's estate.

To make matters worse, misfortune always comes in threes; just as everyone was utterly exhausted, a deafening crash echoed as a bolt of lightning cleaved through the heavily overcast, rainy sky.

The flash of lightning illuminated each of their haggard and exhausted faces.

"How could I joke about a matter like this? I never imagined that our parting five days ago would truly be our final farewell!" Dong Hang muttered.

Jiang Yao was not particularly worried that the Bat King might fall ill from the rain; his primary concern was that if the Bat King did fall sick, it would unnecessarily delay their schedule.

Never had they expected that merely three days later, Yu Canhua would inflict critical injuries on Zhao Xiong with a single strike and flee far away.

Seeing Jiang Yao speak with a smiling expression—seemingly amiable, yet with distinct fluctuations in his tone and pitch that clearly carried a hidden meaning—Celestial Master Zhang and Shi Jian could not help but feel a bitter ache in their hearts.

"What? The two of you..." Mu Qingxue's drawn-out tone made them忍不住 swallow hard.

Jiang Yao was not finished after killing Zhao Jingye; maintaining his gloomy expression, he ordered Wu Xu-dong to throw Xu Lu out as well.

This misunderstanding had escalated dramatically. I immediately began to explain, "I didn't see everything! I didn't see everything! I only saw her back, chest, and legs." As I spoke, I pointed to the corresponding parts of the people whose bodies I had inadvertently seen.

Yet in front of Tang Bao, he dared not style himself as the boss. Now that his son's safety was at stake, he cast aside his pride and stood up to her.

"If you go up there, you are simply walking to your death! Ma Teng currently harbors a deep hatred for the Great General of the Heavenly Strategy Mansion, and by extension, he hates Cheng Yin, Cheng Yi, Zhang Heng, and even your father, Yang Qiu." Huang Zhong said with equal gravity.

Bang-clack-clack! Bang-clack-clack! Ruan Yang used her shotgun to blast away the mutated wolves that were pouncing upon the Dark Night Sirius.

However, as the misty veil cleared from her hazy eyes, Xue Mo instantly sensed that something was terribly wrong. As for what exactly was amiss, she could not quite put her finger on it, save for a lingering sense of unease in her heart.

The sound of bowstrings twanged, and an unrelenting rain of arrows condensed entirely from the air shot forth toward Sun Wanchuan and Tao Yonglin. The miraculous arrow itself, which had pierced through the chilling stillness, looped around in a wide arc and hurtled once more toward Leng E'e.

When he led the southern barbarian tribes in a massive battle against the three foreign kingdoms beyond the borders, it was the closest Ai Chonglang had ever been to the ocean. Although he had long yearned for the sea, he had not harbored any thoughts of visiting it at that time.

Old Woman Wang turned her head and quietly curled her lip in a silent sneer, then turned back with a smile plastered across her face, repeating obsequiously, "Yes, yes." Only then did she leisurely step into the house.

"We are only marrying temporarily. I am merely using the marriage certificate to fend off certain people, and once it is done, I will give you thirty million," Ye Liuli said slowly.

Due to excessive blood loss and severe exhaustion of her vital energy, Xue Mo's face was deathly pale. At the same time, a thin trail of fresh blood continuously seeped from the corner of her mouth.

Though Xue Mo's mind was already racing with a flurry of wild thoughts, facing the fervent and soaring emotions of the crowd around her, her speculations seemed utterly insignificant. Just like the collective mood of the onlookers, the battle in the arena had instantly reached its climax.

However, when she caught sight of You Li emerging from behind Xu Fang to launch an attack, her expression froze, especially when she realized You Li was heading straight for the seat right beside her.

It was all because this bar possessed an unfathomable background—or more precisely, one that people could neither see through nor comprehend, defying all attempts at prediction.

Logic dictated that even though his private performance of the banned opera back then was a matter of grave consequence, the Yue Opera troupe had not released a single word to the outside world. Such secrecy—treating it simultaneously as a forbidden play and a non-sanctioned lesson—inevitably invited much speculation.

The sky gradually grew gloomy, and Hua Yang felt a slight dizziness. Having skipped lunch as well, her mind wandered with chaotic thoughts, truly exhausting her.

Mo Fengyue raised her gaze, casting a sharp, piercing glance at Qi Yinuo, who wore a half-smile, before turning her head toward Mo Qianyan.