Chapter 119

The next breath.
She felt herself enveloped by a mass of frigid, icy air.
Qian Sanniang thought to herself, my life is at an end.
The fishy, foul wind did not linger on her for long, but instead leaped past her and surged into the main hall.
Even so, elderly Qian Sanniang could not feel a shred of warmth in her entire body, and a mouthful of fresh blood sprayed from her lips.
A portion of this was due to the malevolent aura of the water-ghoul entering her body, but even more was due to the 'Summoning of the Judge'.
The blood instantly stained the water left on the ground by Huang Shang, swirling and diffusing beneath the surface.
It was in that year that he returned home to visit his family, only to encounter a gang of thugs robbing his house; his parents and sister were all killed by the villains.
Hearing Chen Fan's words, Zhuge Qingyun, who had already been preparing to return the teapot, pulled back his hand.
It was indeed the blade from his home; aside from the handle looking unfamiliar, every other part was exactly the same.
That Gentleman Sword, Bai Junyan, was a renowned master of the sword in the Northern Martial Arts world, famous for many years. Yet Chen Fan dismissed him as too weak. If a task like this could be described as weak, then all other martial artists might as well go find a block of tofu to dash their heads against.
Facing these men who carried both murderous intent and the air of bandits, one didn't even need to think—they were clearly a pack of mountain brigands.
As the countdown progressed, cold sweat broke out on Li Zhiying's forehead, his hand gripping the gun trembling uncontrollably. Before long, a puddle of yellow liquid seeped from his trouser leg.
Sure enough, upon hearing this, Officer Fang's body shuddered, and Lu Feng observed his reaction in the rearview mirror.
Given Zhai Jingkai's family background, they were renting their home; they couldn't possibly have sold the house to raise money. In such a short time, how had they gathered such a large sum?
But only the door had opened, and no other movement came from within. Ji Suer felt a sense of unease, fearing that Jiang Zedu might truly be unwell or had fainted. She slowly pushed the door open; the room was pitch black.
"That is not the issue; I have something I find absolutely necessary to tell you this time." Wan Yuran's expression was grave, and even Bai Moyuan wore a grim face.
Lin Yi took Li Huanhuan and Tang Mengying out for a meal. They didn't go to any high-end establishment, just an ordinary upscale restaurant; though called ordinary, the meal still cost several hundred yuan.
Spiritual energy in the air was drawn into her body time and time again. After circulating through her dantian and leaving behind its essence, all other impurities were expelled. Luo Tianqing's spiritual vortex had now more than doubled in size.
The fists swung by Li Tianchen erupted with a layer of yellow light, akin to gauntlets, condensed into something almost physical.
But no one noticed that the Ace of Hearts, who had remained indifferent throughout, now had a flash of sharp insight in his eyes.
Qin Wuji shook his head and smiled. This Young Master Anyang of the Chu State was not nearly as glorious back in Danyang; every time he saw him, he wouldn't dare breathe too loudly. It was unexpected to see him acting so pompous now.
My heart pounded wildly. Pu Xiaosheng had only failed to answer me for a moment, yet it felt as if I had been waiting for an eternity. Time passed so slowly, and my spirits sank along with it.
Qing'er was dressed in emerald green, as beautiful as a flower, with red lips and white teeth. Her pair of smiling eyes looked at us, full of curiosity. Just one glance from her made it seem as if we were old friends. She was very approachable, her face still carrying a touch of childishness, pure and lovely.
"Vlad, do you think we can make good use of the media this time?" Since the outside world had gone to such great lengths to help publicize the "discord" between him and Angel, Ricardo felt it would be a waste not to seize the opportunity.
Under the narrative structure changed by Li Zhifan, the clever audience was able to understand it at once. Seeing the negative reviews online from those crying "I don't understand" or "tacking a dog's tail onto a sable," they immediately transformed into justice-seeking keyboard warriors, waging war against the keyboard-trolling curs.