Chapter 39: Incredible

“The supply truck happens to be near the vegetable market, which is very close to the state-run restaurant,” Dazhuang said, walking ahead and glancing back to see if the others were keeping up.

The vegetable market was close to the state-run restaurant, but the train station was not.

“I say, Dazhuang, you could at least have ridden a bike over. It’s such a long way, and these old arms and legs of mine…” As they walked on, Xu Zhen complained, tapping her knees.

Dazhuang, somewhat embarrassed, apologized.

Gu Zhu, on the other hand,

Found himself in such a quiet place, rare enough to relax and not think of anything stressful. That drowning silence was intoxicating. Minglong drew a deep breath, feeling that even the air carried the subtle fragrance of grass, making him feel immensely at ease.

Jinse moved slowly, following Zhong Lishuo’s steps. In the gentle rotation, Jinse’s face was tinted with a lovely blush in the candlelight, as if brushed with a thin layer of rouge, stirring Zhong Lishuo’s heart and making his desire to win her heart even stronger.

Shen Yaxi looked up; wherever the Mad Blade Demon passed, deep footprints were left behind. She raised her eyebrows slightly.

The truth was just as it seemed: Huang Chao had reached the end of his rope. Whether the darkness would give way to another village, Li Ye ordered, “Command the whole army to move closer to the Yihe River bank and wait at the embankment.”

The Spirit of Yunmeng saw Wang Jie, bowed slightly, and greeted him, “Yunmeng pays respects to the master.” The aged words were full of sorrow.

Zhang Tiancheng found his own idea somewhat laughable, yet he was unwilling to give up so easily, so he said, “Sanlang, could you ask His Majesty to grant me an official post elsewhere? That way, I could stay in Jimo.”

Since everyone was clever, nothing was said too absolutely. Maybe Luo Yin hadn’t made up his mind yet. Li Ye knew Luo Yin was evading, but would not force him. He had made his intentions clear: whenever Luo Yin chose to join him, he would always have a seat ready. That was his sincerity.

“You’re quite professional, aren’t you?” Mu Ling was combing Dongfang Ziqing’s hair when Ye Feng, leaning in the corner, laughed and spoke.

“Once you’ve spoken, how can you go back on your word? Prepare to pay the price.” Ye Feng said, then took out his phone and dialed a number.

Li Ye’s residence was arranged in the newly built castle, situated on the northwest corner of the island, facing the sea, with an excellent view—he could even see the ships passing on the horizon.

She shivered, suddenly recalling the strange pillar in the laboratory hall before it collapsed, warped and deformed, with a large piece of bizarre skin hanging from it.

“This is what you said. Don’t try to cheat when you lose later—everyone here is a witness.” The man hurried to speak, afraid Baoyu would renege.

He silently contemplated, gazing at the grand characters “Hongyuan Martial Arts Hall” and listening to the faint shouts from within.

The blades attacked first; a faint light shield appeared outside the mage girl’s robe, blocking twenty-some blades.

A bloody scent wafted up from the ground. Only then did Li Xin notice the blood on the floor; he frowned, bent his knees slightly, dipped a finger, and sniffed.

Yet her voice seemed to echo through every corner of this abyssal domain, clear as day to all ears.

At the same time, Kuang Wang lifted his head, mouthparts now utterly deformed, writhing as he let out a hoarse roar, transmitting a bizarre spiritual wave directly into Bai Yuan’s mind.

Ying Ying returned to save her family; Rou Yun had never gone, for apart from Ying Renfeng, she felt nothing for the others.

Even with some mental preparation, many still shuddered involuntarily when Song Qingchu finally spoke those words.

The others had already cleared the fallen earth, remnants of forged iron, and the shattered bodies of humans and insects to one side.