Chapter 120: False Advertising, Is It? (Second Update)

As the medicinal liquid flowed along the hull into the sea, a sharp chemical scent permeated the nearby air. Shen He stood at the bow, gripping the ship-mounted machine gun, vigilantly scanning beneath the water around them. In his perception, the marine creatures near the ship had indeed scattered somewhat after the medicine adhered to the hull. However, those that dispersed had never been particularly aggressive. Many sea creatures still remained.

In the distance, a figure in a flowing azure robe caught the wind, gazing at the solitary silhouette on the golden beach. There was a faint sense of familiarity, as if a needle had pricked at the heart.

Ying Wushuang had also come out, but Meng Hui showed no intention of moving. “I’m not trying to steal it,” Meng Hui said, “but the temptation of those wings is too great. May I absorb some of the energy it radiates nearby?”

“Tell me, where are Meng Zhu and the others? Bring her back immediately, and I’ll let bygones be bygones,” Situ Xiao said anxiously, eager to see Meng Zhu and avoid any further entanglement.

On the letter, there were still traces of dampness not yet dried. Guo Lin twirled the wet spot between his fingers, touched it to his tongue, and tasted the salty bitterness—tears. Instantly, his whole heart clenched tightly.

Meng Zhu staggered inside. He lay quietly on the bed, his sharply defined face creased with thick, furrowed brows. His eyes were tightly shut, his purple lips pressed firmly together, and a faint trace of blood stained the corner of his mouth.

The elves had paid a tremendous price to build this Moon Well; it couldn’t be treated so lightly.

Song Duanwu returned to his room and saw Cheng Lulu curled up on the bed, clutching a corner of the blanket, her face full of grievance and despair. He couldn’t say anything, only managing an awkward, gentle smile before quickly dressing. At moments like this, Song Duanwu knew it was better to hold his tongue.

“Flowers dance on the lake, we raise cups beneath the moonlight; fine times accompany beautiful scenes, flowers and moon intoxicate each other. Haha!” With a lazy recitation and a flourish of his sleeve, he declared, “Let’s set off!” His sparkling eyes lingered once more on Shiyu Xuehai’s smile, shimmering like clear spring water.

The kitchen staff asked Ruan Jingyuan what he wanted for lunch. Ruan Jingyuan hesitated, unsure whom to ask at this moment, so he decided to have both Western and Chinese dishes prepared.

“I’ll go check right now and see what’s going on!” Philip said, stepping toward the door.

That was good. Hearing that Sister Qiangwei’s condition had greatly improved, Wang Sheng finally relaxed. As soon as the tension eased, exhaustion swept over him like a tide. Even the nourishing elixirs couldn’t help; within moments, Wang Sheng slipped into a deep sleep.

Upon hearing Ruyi’s words, the group immediately split into three teams: one to pursue the fleeing masked men, another to notify Shangguan Fengyun, and a third preparing to fetch the doctor. Yet, the next voice stunned everyone present.

“My brother told me! Men are a species who don’t consider consequences when angry. Being around other men is very dangerous,” Fang Tang said seriously to Mi Yi.

Having dealt with Bai Yuntian for so many years, he knew his usual methods better than even his own wife.

A chill ran through his heart as his opponent’s palm suddenly twisted fiercely like a venomous serpent, coiling along his arm.

At the spot where I fought Yoshida Haruhara, the waves suddenly exploded, the noise rivaling that of a missile detonation. Countless fish and shrimp were blasted into the air and crushed by the overwhelming force underwater. The entire explosion zone turned blood-red—not only with Yoshida Haruhara’s blood but also with that of the fish and shrimp, their bodies strewn everywhere.

The old man was clearly still conscious, his eyes filled with murderous intent and unease, glaring through the ice at Yang Zhen, seemingly desperate to kill.

After settling all the deceased members of the Taiji Sect, Chu Yi, weighed down by a heavy heart, returned to the formation below before finally departing.