Chapter 51 Frightened

Old Bai's legs nearly went weak, and he almost slumped back down into the snow.
He hurriedly waved his hands. "My good man, it's all a misunderstanding!"
The mountain patrol team had one great advantage.
With a gun in hand, anyone would be terrified at the sight of it.
Even someone as unruly as Old Bai would tremble upon seeing a rifle barrel.
Let alone the other people inside the supply store.
......
Those three fellows had high hopes, but they had miscalculated entirely, because they had no idea just how terrifying Qin Feng truly was.

After the meal, Lü Hong seemed somewhat fatigued, so Lü Xiang'er persuaded him to return to his room to rest. Aunt Zheng, believing that Lü Hong was rather weak, decided to go with Uncle Zheng to buy a chicken to make chicken soup, leaving Lü Xiang'er and Huo Qingqing at home. With nothing much to do, the two women sat in the courtyard, eating fruit and chatting.

"Does anyone present happen to know? I would be endlessly grateful!" Lu Chengfeng cupped his fists toward the crowd, his words earnest and sincere.

Outside the courtyard, kitchen smoke was rising from households one by one, releasing wisps of fragrant and savory cooking aromas. Windows were being lit up successively, as if celebrating the snowfall right before the New Year.

Davis stared unblinkingly at Chen Langya, seemingly trying to pierce through this uninvited guest. From Chen Langya, he sensed an aura of danger, yet felt no murderous intent. Clearly, he had not come to kill him—that was Davis's basic judgment.

A lightning bolt as thick as a thigh struck down upon me, blasting my hair straight up and filling the air with a burnt, pungent odor, accompanied by a stinging pain.

Consequently, Prince Cheng Nie Peixiao returned to Yanlan City alone—while Shen Yu was ordered to remain in Beixuan to reorganize the army, with no return date yet set.

Millennia of love and hatred had finally become clear to Mo Wentian at this very moment. He thus left his sect to search for his junior sister and the headmaster's son, a man truly worthy of the title of a great hero.

The two of them hurried over to the Divine King's Hall. Sure enough, the moment they stepped inside, they saw Divine King Xuanyuan collapsed upon the divine throne, with Shen Xi standing before them with his back turned.

No sooner had Guan Chenji and Gu Meng returned to the courtyard than Gu Meng's phone rang. The moment she saw the caller ID, her nerves instantly tensed.

Beauty Gu was wrong, and she swore that she would definitely, definitely, definitely, definitely never call you Beauty Gu again—just Beauty would do.

He had received word long ago; Claire's contract had been signed only shortly before. It could be said that after the incident involving Rubia, Alstein had hastily had Claire sign a contract with Scarlett precisely to protect their ancestral spirit from being stolen.

Daniu took Wang Siyao to the Welcome Tower to inquire about the situation, and as soon as they stepped out, they caught sight of Wanyan Wujin, the eldest of the ten Wanyan brothers. With a single wave of his hand, four martial arts experts rushed out from the side to encircle Daniu and Wang Siyao.

Although she could use Baidu Maps on her phone to search for directions, she didn't yet know how to use it proficiently in such a short time. Even looking at the map, she couldn't tell her orientation, so she had no choice but to adopt the method that was safest for her.

Although the four Spirit Kings had lost their own consciousness, existing merely as imprints, they continued to execute their missions like loyal machines—such as announcing the continuation of the Sword Dance Festival.

However, before the call could even be dialed, Gu Meng let out a cry of surprise and was snatched away directly, bundled into a black sedan parked nearby.

Her clothes were already tattered and disheveled, but fortunately, Ling Jing's room happened to have garments belonging to her. Even though she wasn't by his side, the preparations made for her were more than plentiful.

At this moment, Leng Yue had no time to spare a thought for anything else. The skylight overhead was half-closed, casting a pale moonlight upon her crown. The flickering candles within Xingyun Palace crackled softly, wax dripping drop by drop onto the candlestick. Before Leng Yue could make any movement, the door was abruptly pushed open from the outside, and the figure who stepped across the threshold was none other than Long Yuan, who had returned once again.

It was a deception to begin with; could she really bear to exploit that Buddhist monk who had been so kind to her? If she did, she would truly be inhuman.

Yet this alone proved nothing. After all, dark clouds obscuring the moonlight, or changes in terrain leading to an obstructed view of the stars, were commonplace occurrences—there was nothing strange about it at all.

That light barrier was capable of keeping out those flying centipedes, yet when Chu Feng walked out, it offered not the slightest obstruction.

"To be expected. After all, he is a cultivator of the Tribulation Realm; I foresaw it long ago," Ao Xu said in an utterly dismissive tone.

Zhu Di was even more dashing than Zhu Biao, bearing a striking resemblance to the portraits You Jingyan had seen in later generations. The only difference was the absence of that supreme majesty and overpowering dominance characteristic of a ruler.

Black mist billowed from the blood-jade, and the evil ghost from that night flew out, stopping directly in front of Liyun Hui.

Inside the tavern, the majority were disciples of major sects, ordered to garrison this place and fend off any potential attacks from the demon race.

Bai Sen muttered to himself, though by now he had mostly recovered. This place was presumably still in the dead of winter; even with Bai Sen's exceptionally high physical constitution, he still felt somewhat numbed by the cold. Stretching his muscles slightly, he strapped a short blade to his arm for quick access.

Much like the name Yang Feng, Han Wei's name did not carry much renown in Xiliang; the common folk passed down the tales of the Nine-Curved Young Master.

Atop the city wall, on a high platform just wide enough for two feet to stand upon, a man dressed in light purple robes stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his long gown snapping loudly in the wind.

Gao Qiu's words immediately shocked everyone present, making them feel a sense of fortune for Wang Cheng. Fortunately, he had died early; otherwise, had he fallen into Gao Qiu's hands, there was no telling what might have happened.

Yet Qin Lei and Qin Dian were still standing there exchanging smiles and flirting, gazing at each other with deep affection, completely ignoring the formidable enemy bearing down upon them.

"Hey, hey! Would you mind not making such bizarre noises?" Xiangye said with his back to her, a look of displeasure on his face.

Qu Wayne drove up in his car, and Qu Xiaoxiao hurriedly averted her gaze. Only after the vehicle had driven far away did she turn back around, watching Qu Wayne's car depart as monstrous waves churned within her heart.

Xia Haoran was lecturing on the playground, a fact Chen Zhongjie had known for some time. But until his boss gave explicit instructions, he continued to sweat profusely in the training hall just as he did every other day.