More and more rooms on the Moon Island slope lit up, one by one, as Wokou, reeking of alcohol, rushed out. Though dishevelled, they clutched katanas, bows, and muskets.
The dying cries of the slope Wokou leader, shouting “Enemy attack!”, “Trouble at the pier!”, and “The enemy’s invaded!”, rang clear in their ears. Especially under the dim lantern light, they saw the leader lying in a pool of blood, his body pierced by multiple arrows.
Xie Siqing thought it over, what did it matter if she was a princess or not? The only one he pledged loyalty to was the Emperor. The people of Prince Rong’s mansion were so arrogant, claiming even the Emperor couldn’t punish them, but so what? He didn’t believe the Emperor would truly fear them.
“What can I do? He’s already made a mess of my place, I can’t think of what to make him do. Maybe tomorrow, have him sweep the steps,” Shishu said after some thought.
“Aunt Zhou, have you heard the phrase ‘fake it till you make it’?” Qian Xiao stared coldly at Aunt Zhou, gritting his teeth.
Nangong Tian carefully sensed his surroundings. Soon, he found what he had in mind, and a smile spread across his face.
“Old man, where are you off to?” Zhao Shi saw the old man packing his things, unsure what he was up to. It was rare for him to rest at home this year, yet now he was heading out again.
“Are you questioning my abilities?” Sister Li’s face turned icy, her voice chilling.
Indeed, the priority now was to distance himself from everything, ensuring the Fourth Prince wouldn’t misunderstand.
I thought someone like him would mock me, hands in pockets, seeing me in such a state, but unexpectedly, a trace of pity seemed to flash in his eyes.
The youths shouted, worried for Old Four, but the scene that would leave them wide-eyed was yet to come.
Even after a thousand years, my master’s face remains etched clearly in my heart. I wouldn’t mistake it, that’s the face.
“I saw them, they’re on the third floor.” Lin Xiafan appeared, immediately using his immortal eye. Walls, people, everything was crystal clear under it, though it heavily drained his mental energy.
For Liu Jianing, he understood that he needed to work tirelessly now. He knew he still had a long way to go, so he was clear that much effort was still required.
“That night, we were wrong, alright!” Su Mei admitted their mistake that evening, letting him look, letting him touch, but not letting him have more, leaving him burning with desire, like he’d taken a drug with no outlet.
An accident, an absolute accident. Naizong felt a faint unease; this support unexpectedly had a second damage reduction skill, rendering his attack ineffective once again.
He gently turned the doorknob, the door creaking open slightly, bright white light spilling through the gap. Peering inside, the eerie, bloody scene left him frozen in place, feet rooted, unable to move, pupils dilating in shock.
“Which classmate ordered takeout? Get some for us too.” They saw their class leader’s grilled chicken wings, getting blacker by the minute, undercooked inside, utterly inedible.
They were supposed to channel energy to resist inner demons, but the moment their hands met, both began caressing each other’s palms, as if drawn by an irresistible force, completely forgetting about the energy transfer.
Other century-old yin bamboo, talismans he personally crafted, and more, were all extremely rare and valuable, more than enough to satisfy this Gongsun Zhi.
