Volume 1, Chapter 39: Seeking Retaliation

On second thought, it is only natural for divine beasts to feel some sympathy for their own kind, given that the wild game on this mountain are also beasts.

Several evil gods circled and dove down. The eldest prince of the Li Mansion raised his blade to meet them, severing the head of one evil god, but he took a slash to his own back in the process.

The prevailing view among the human race today is still to treat demons as bitter enemies; many are those who wish to exterminate every monster they encounter.

Beyond organizing training for the wildlings, she mobilized the players to dig pits and set traps. Furthermore, she dispatched members of the Original Grass Tribe every day to stand guard on the essential routes entering and leaving the territory.

Yet, she showed none of this. Her face remained calm, possessing a sense of detachment, unmoved by external joys or personal sorrows.

"Fine, fine." The fourth brother could not help but relent. He asked the people ahead to wait a moment, then turned around to accompany him.

Ye Yaotiao felt a mix of amusement and frustration. With no other options, she had to crawl out of bed, walk over, and open the door to let Madam Han in.

Zhao Yingluo’s heart sank. She had originally hoped to fully recover Yanjing and its surrounding areas, completely incorporating these lands into the territory of the Great Song.

First came a powered-up double blast, followed by activating the energy shield, and then mounting the turret—the entire sequence of actions flowed like water.

Having run a fever during the night, Ye Yaotiao felt sticky and uncomfortable. She went to the bathroom to take a shower before heading downstairs.

This was undoubtedly like playing a game of Arena of Valor: one pro player carrying four noobs; no matter how you play, you are destined to lose until the end.

"Yes, sorry to trouble you, Aunt Chen. Aside from myself and the hospital staff, do not let any irrelevant persons touch him." Su Ran emphasized the word "irrelevant."

"Mu Lie can be fully trusted. After all, he is one of our Dragon Bureau members. The Dragon Bureau has always been strict in disciplining its own; it is absolutely impossible for there to be a traitor," Feng Wei said.

As night approached, countless monks gathered in the ruins of the Buddha City. They hoisted a bloated monk onto a high ladder, sliced open his navel, inserted a cotton wick, and lit him as a human lantern, punishing the villain in their eyes.

"Take care of your own safety," Chen Xi said. He had heard the contents of the phone call clearly and knew that such matters were extremely dangerous for a police officer.

Everything she had requested that morning while in bed, he had kept in his heart, and he had spent the entire day fulfilling every single one of her wishes.

Fortunately, Shen Yan'er had discovered it in advance and taken precautionary measures, so the confidential document that Shen Miaodie stole was, in fact, a fake.

The mountain road of Mount Jiuqu was very narrow, wide enough for at most two cars to drive side by side. The God of Fire blocked Qin Feng completely from behind. Whenever Qin Feng intended to overtake, he would move up to block him; unless he was willing to ram him off the road, there was no way to pass.

Since Qin Feng dared to come, he was not afraid of any schemes Yun Yanfeng might be playing. Besides, it seemed Yun Yanfeng truly had something important to discuss with him.

"Mom, let's not go in, shall we? Why don't you go and tell them, and we can find a place to eat instead?" Du Yufei suggested.

After strolling through the vegetable market with Liu Dongmei, they had a good harvest. Knowing Wu Hua was hungry, Liu Dongmei specifically bought some snacks and fruit for him to carry. Wu Hua did not stand on ceremony; he took the snacks, opened a bag, and began to eat. In truth, he was genuinely famished.

Consort Xian and the Noble Consort met on the same path. They merely nodded and passed each other by. The Noble Consort seemed somewhat distressed, frequently looking back at Consort Xian, but Consort Xian walked toward the refuge of Yingchun without once turning her head.

Xu Yang did not know that he had offended the other party unintentionally; he simply felt that Wuchen’s attitude was inexplicable.

After listening, Wu Hua immediately placed the contract neatly on the table. Although Xiao Aiguo kept reprimanding him, Wu Hua was not angry; instead, he felt an inexplicable sense of closeness.

"In that case, let it be as Mr. Chen wishes. We agree to the 15 billion bet! On behalf of the Hong Kong Chamber of Commerce, I would like to express my heartfelt gratitude to Mr. Chen for this great act of charity!" Li Kai said with a smile.

The four newlywed couples from the year before last already had their own adorable children. Seeing them as families of three, Jia Yu felt an indescribable sense of envy.

"I'm here, I'm here," Wang Lingqing replied quickly upon hearing Wu Hua’s inquiry. She held no hope for this scientific research project, but out of politeness, she intended to finish the call.

Hongjun couldn't help but think that if Zhao Zilong were still here, he would surely be holding a pair of chopsticks in each hand, tapping against wine cups, and dancing to the music.

"Brother Dong, it’s like this. I intend to sell my shares in the bars here in Dongguan. If you are willing to take them over, I only ask for 80 million!" Chen Chumo said.

Dark clouds obscured the moon, and the lights in the Exorcism Department were dim. Li Jinglong rushed into the courtyard like a gust of wind to find Morigen shirtless, with claw marks on his left arm. After inspecting them, Hongjun thought, "Thank goodness, no poison," and went to prepare medicine.

Hou Zhiqiang laughed: "Brother Liang, this is Brother Qing, a former sworn brother of Brother He Shang." As he spoke, he kept winking at Wu Liang, but unfortunately, the guy turned a deaf ear, his beady eyes fixed on the corridor—it turned out to be Chang Huan and his sister arriving.

Meilansa raised an eyebrow: "Do you mean to say that you, a man, can stay here? You said you’ve been to this city before, so it seems you’ve been here, too." Absolutely speaking.

Seeing Ying Zheng, Qin Qing’s simmering rage shifted toward him: "Didn't you say that no one would commit murder in the palace? What are these, then!" She knew she shouldn't vent her anger on Ying Zheng, for he was not the one who committed the killings, but if she didn't find someone to vent to, she felt she would collapse.