Chapter Ninety-Six: Conception

At last, Zhao Yuan told Ye Yuer to take good care of Zhao Ling'er and to stay hidden no matter what happened. The only one he could not handle was Yang Mu, but with so many people around, injuring him would be as easy as turning a hand. Going there would be nothing but a death sentence. It was also to buy time for Batu, so that Ling Shou could hurry and lay the egg.

"You do not need to take such risks at all. Is Batu not there? You want me to protect her alone, but how could I possibly manage it? Listen to me and leave this room at once. I saw a path over there that leads to the exit. The bridge ahead has collapsed, but you can get out from the back. I never told Batu because I was afraid you would do something foolish with him."

Ye Yuer could no longer hold back and flew into a rage beside him.

I was utterly astonished that the one speaking to me had suddenly changed. Since when had a noble married woman and a scheming older beauty become so harmonious?

When Ye Fei said this, Aba hurriedly agreed. Today's misfortune was all thanks to that bitch. Aba also longed to kill her, already thinking of making sure all his brothers enjoyed her first before sending her off to the betel-nut girl to earn money.

Just like at this moment, whether he would act or not, he looked coldly at the alluring figure ahead of him, and in the blink of an eye wicked thoughts rose in his mind. Only when he stepped into the bathhouse, which seemed like a fairyland, did he quietly press them back down.

Because in utter despair, the master of a rare-colored elemental spirit could detonate it completely, severing the power of the strange spirit from himself and using that force to blast everything to annihilation. Once used, the elemental spirit would vanish forever, and one’s own soul would be reduced to ashes in the destructive blast, body and spirit utterly obliterated.

Li Qing clearly remembered the words of that old man, especially the phrase "Immortal Emperor." He had no doubt at all that the old man had been speaking of himself.

Ever since Liu Zhiyuan proclaimed himself emperor in Taiyuan, Guo Wei, Shi Hongzhao, and the other generals led only a few tens of thousands of troops, yet within a few months they had seized more than ten counties and prefectures east of the Taihang Mountains. Those Liao soldiers were usually used to burning, killing, and plundering defenseless commoners, but when they met this resolute army united in hatred, they were so frightened at the first clash that they broke and fled.

Sang Ying had truly raised both hands in surrender now. "All right, I will not badger you anymore. Fortunately, you are not my enemy, or I would have landed myself in serious trouble." He had tried both photos and a sharp reprimand, yet the other side remained completely unmoved.

All of the clones of Tokisaki Kurumi that were flying about around Silver were burned away, turning to ash and vanishing into the wind.

Thus, Leng Ran simply stopped walking and decided to devote the time he had meant to spend smoking to the car owner not far away. He wanted to see what sort of person it was, after all. He exhaled a long plume of smoke and waited patiently.

"I was thinking the same thing." Han Fei let go at once and was dragged into the ancient tomb by immense force.

And recalling how his son had resisted him yesterday only made him even more furious. Then, clenching his teeth, he limped home.

"What did he say?" Ye Zhi Ning’s eyes were blurred with tears. Mother Xiao had not told her that Ding Chentai had called her, nor had she told her that A Heng and Meng Jingyi had slept together that night.

Yet she felt very safe, very warm. Even with those hideous monsters lying right before her, she no longer felt the fear she had just felt.

Unless something utterly pure and flawless came to cleanse this evil aura, but what in the world could be called utterly pure and flawless? Everything under heaven carried some trace of impurity. To find such a thing would mean going beyond the nine heavens, to the legendary divine realm—an existence far too elusive and unreal.

Pulling herself from her thoughts, Mo Aili looked at Chu Yisen on the floor. Resigned, she crouched down, helped him up, and put him onto the bed. She even kindly went into the bathroom, fetched a towel, dampened it, and wiped his face.

Xinxin still treated my attempt at conversation with the same cold indifference. It was still that expression, that gesture, that bearing as she looked at me.

There were many reasons: for one, the floor in Nurmengard was truly not a good bed; for another, the winterlike cold made trying to sleep an ordeal. And on top of that, spending such a long stretch in such a distant time meant that even if he struggled to keep his mind calm, he still could not stop himself from constantly dreaming.