Chapter 27: Do you regret it now?

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Xue Yutang was not particularly familiar with the demon race. The Moonless Shadow beside him cultivated the techniques of the Hall of Painted Sound and belonged to the human race. Before Luo Shu and Siso became his companions, neither of them had known anything about cultivation, so Xue Yutang had never actually met a true demon. The techniques of the Dark Nether Hall, however, carried an intensely sinister aura.

As the spearhead, Cao Dingjiao had always charged at the very front. When he saw the Qing troops advancing, he immediately led his men in a detour to the side. There was only one narrow gap on the battlefield, and Cao Dingjiao seized the opportunity to slip straight through it.

When Zhao Renzong was around fifty, he had two great passions. One was drinking tea; the other was collecting antiques. Whether they were genuine or fake, expensive or cheap, he would always find some way to add them to his collection.

In other words, it used the brain of a living organism as its core and operated while retaining a certain degree of intelligence.

Tang Yaohui still got up rather late the next morning. Though he had gone to bed earlier the previous night, he had continued thinking after lying down and tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

It seemed that the people from Hidden Cloud Village had only just arrived at Sand Village, and the group of lower-ranked ninja were gazing curiously at the exotic architecture around them.

No one could withstand a single swing of his ax; they could only flee on the spot. Even a tough man like Aobai could not endure three blows from him, which was why he was nicknamed Three Strikes to Make Him Spout.

Yet H-dramas were different for those who disliked watching them. One or two episodes might be bearable, but watching too many was truly agonizing.

The speaker was none other than Gao Qiqian, who served the Chongzhen Emperor. He had only recently returned to report on his mission and had gained some experience under Lu Xiangsheng. Unfortunately, he was the sort who cursed his mother after lifting his bowl of rice and cursed the cook after setting down his chopsticks.

Qiao Tianjin wanted to roar, but he discovered that his voice had not the slightest intimidating power. Instead, because of the terrible pain, it sounded rather pitiful.

“Hello, Auntie.” Since Xia Fangyuan was meeting her elder for the first time, she naturally greeted her with due courtesy.

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If Jiang Jichen could not stop the super-powerful beings from beyond the domain, then Fang Shihan, Xuanyuan Qingfeng, and the others still formed another line of defense and could hold them back for a little while.

Although a campus festival was much like an open day, and Waseda University’s festival could even attract as many as one hundred and fifty thousand visitors, the stalls themselves were still open only to student participants.

In truth, Huang Wu was not certain whether Huang Meiyu had been taken away by that pawnshop clerk. Until they found her, none of it could be confirmed. But if he did not offer some reassurance to Master Huang and Madam Huang at that moment, he could think of nothing else to say.

Xia Fangyuan smiled sheepishly. “I really couldn’t help myself...” If she could, she would have bought everything in the shop and carried it all home. It was simply too adorable.

Clearly, they intended to use the cultivators to collect the Primordial Thunder Essence Iron and draw his attention, leaving him too occupied to respond. That way, the other cultivators would have an opportunity to strike.

After hearing Jiang Jichen’s words, Xuanyuan Qingyi and the others withdrew from the area at top speed without the slightest hesitation.

He followed Duan Baokang upstairs, one behind the other, and entered the private room once more. Zheng Gangling had already changed his appearance and was gazing at Xu Rongcai with a beaming smile. He did not, however, say a word.

The egg floated in midair, oval in shape, swaying continuously from side to side as though displeased that Feng Wu had stopped.

More frightening than Pink Lotus was the young monk’s temperament. He knew when to stop while he was ahead. Within the Supreme Yin Sect, no one could do anything to Rushang, nor did anyone dare try.

Even Xiang Tianqing, who was usually calm, was badly frightened at that moment and instinctively hugged Hanghang tightly against her chest.

They had been entangled for seven years, yet her relationship with Yin Tianhao had never borne fruit. That meant she was incapable of bearing fruit with him. If nothing could ever come of it, why continue to persist?

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“Heh heh, I have one piece of good news and one piece of bad news. Which would you like to hear first?” Ace asked mysteriously.

What those forces had said was reasonable. In every sense, the Ghost Willow Sect should have made the matter public. Had they done so, Chu Capital would not have suffered such a calamity. Even if something had happened, the various powers gathering together would at least have prevented the disaster from becoming as tragic as it was now.

Mo Zidai stared at He Xiao suspiciously. Why did they care so much about He Xiao and Lin Xuan’s whereabouts? Mo Zidai had already learned all too well what it meant for one careless step to bring eternal regret. How could she possibly fall into the same pit again? This time, she absolutely would not be foolish.

“Feng Yehan?” Seated inside the carriage, he murmured the name with murderous intent in his eyes. Feng Yehan was the only one most likely to have sent assassins to kill him.

The spatial passage lay far from here. It was not the main route, and almost no one traveled through this place.

When Bai Xue’er witnessed this scene, a flash of hatred immediately passed through her eyes as she looked at Bai Yuzhu.

The faint, serene fragrance of dragon-saliva incense drifted into her heart. At that moment, the sturdy embrace felt like the warmest shelter from the storm, while a strong and powerful arm circled her waist. When Bai Xue’er raised her eyes, she found Feng Yehan’s handsome face so close that she could see every detail. She froze. For that single glance alone, she would remember him for the rest of her life.

“What are you looking at? Haven’t you had enough after all this time?” Shi Yuanyuan raised her head and stared at Li Zheng.

From within the Palace of Tranquil Serenity came the news that Hong Taiji had suddenly died. The entire Qing kingdom was thrown into panic and unrest. “His Majesty has passed away.” Hong Taiji had named no successor before his death and had made no arrangements for what would follow. The princes and beilei of the Qing kingdom were overcome with grief, yet behind the scenes, a breathtaking struggle for the imperial throne was already underway.

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