Chapter 48: Truly Dead
Snow-white skin and long, slender legs. Lu Fei swallowed hard as he looked on.
“What are you doing here?” he demanded, fixing his gaze on the woman in the bathroom.
Ouyang Zi was as docile as a kitten. After stepping out of the bathroom, she pressed herself close to him. “Of course, I’ve come to serve the Lord Divine Emperor.”
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Indeed, although the Blood Sea Gang’s position in the Berba Mountains was rock solid, there was nothing they could do when other merchant caravans simply chose different routes. With no caravans passing through, the Blood Sea Gang had no livelihood to speak of.
Once again, with just one move, Zhou Nian—ever skilled at challenging opponents above his level—left his adversary crippled.
Conrad mustered all his strength and dashed toward the lower deck, startling who knew how many wild ducks along the way. After all, it was hard not to attract attention when a naked man was running madly across the ship.
The thunderous might and icy chill of the Xuanyuan Sword swept into the giant serpent’s head, wantonly destroying its muscles and cellular tissue.
Such a massive cauldron, glowing red-hot, and inside, spirit herbs sealed away, and firewood that hardly possessed any spiritual nature at all—if you hoped to establish a connection with them, to communicate with them through divine sense, or perfectly manipulate them with your mind, you were surely dreaming.
Li Ya had only just brushed the threshold of Daoist arts, yet he already dominated the outer sect. Even most inner sect disciples of the same level were no match for him.
“This is something your father will have to negotiate—after all, he’s far more qualified than we are!” At this point, Cha Liangchun saw the situation clearly: Wang Zeping would never grant him such a favor.
According to Li Mu’s plan, he intended to send Chengfei back to his homeland after a few more years. But by then, the domestic situation in Xue might have stabilized, and returning Chengfei would become far more difficult.
At first, that club was as thin as a bamboo stick, but by the time it reached its target, it had thickened to the size of a millstone, descending with a momentum that blotted out the sky.
“If they dare lay a hand on me, aren’t they afraid you’ll come knocking at their door?” Cheng Qi was perplexed. With Lin Feng’s reputation, who would dare show disrespect?
Yet Xun Yiting had a question: “Since you two could never be together, why are you still here?” She believed Wanwan was not someone who would ever drag things out unnecessarily.
Her heart sank. As she had feared, the very thing she most dreaded had come to pass—since Qiao Zhijie couldn’t make a move on her, he set his sights on her younger sister.
Cui Jue lifted Mo An’an’s chin with one hand, his star-bright eyes gazing intently into hers.
Why did that remark sound so familiar? The two of them burst into laughter at the same time, but as their eyes met once more, they both understood what was to come next. Qin Qin closed her eyes and parted her lips, and Jiang Ziyu bent down, their lips meeting in a steady, lingering kiss.
To dare charge at an enemy’s rear guard of ten thousand with fewer than two thousand men—an ordinary commander would lack the courage. The disparity in numbers alone would terrify most into inaction, let alone allow them to calmly study their opponent’s formation.
Water sprayed upward like a fountain, shooting several yards high. The droplets fell like a scattering of pearls across the lake, rolling everywhere. The splashing grew louder and farther-reaching; Duo’er and Di Zi heard it ever more clearly, and their faces became increasingly grim.
This was no marketplace—Xiyue secretly counted her money behind everyone’s back. Sure enough, it was exactly thirty-five coins.
This time, she did not go on living according to the Qiao family’s wishes. She wanted to live with dignity, not as a mere laborer, nor as an unpaid maid—one with even less standing than a maid. After all, a maid was at least given ample food, and even a maid deserved her wages.