28 Disturbed State of Mind

Su Qinyu’s face stiffened. He hurriedly stepped between the two and said, "Sister-in-law, please leave a complete corpse." Having said that, he ducked to the side. The crowd then began to clear a space, watching as Zhu Wanyi grabbed Qi Man and beat him mercilessly.

Xiaofeng looked at Lin Xiaoxiao curled up in his arms, observing her pale face and lips turned purple from the cold, and felt another jolt of shock and unbearable heartache.

In this vast world, amidst the rolling red dust of mortal life, when time passes and things change, the only thing that remains in the depths of one’s heart is a soulmate.

"Mingcheng, at a time like this, there is no need for infighting among our own disciples," Murong Yelun said calmly, though a trace of displeasure flickered across his face.

Shen Lin did not know the name of the maid who had saved her, nor did she know how to describe her appearance so that Jin Yu would recognize her. A thought stirred in her mind, and her eyes brightened: "It was the one who was holding you that night and saved us!" She spoke with certainty.

Yet Lady Yang struck without warning, leaving Shu Yuan’s face burning with pain from the slap. Had Shu Yuan been on guard, she would not have allowed Lady Yang to succeed so easily, but who could have imagined that a mere concubine would be so bold?

Li Baitian grinned. Even though he was severely wounded, his gaze did not waver in the slightest as he looked at the Sect Master of the Bailian Sect.

Upon hearing the news, Lady Sun’s illness eased by a third. She had no desire to discern whether the report was true or false; she was simply happy that Lady Yun had suffered a loss. As for Lady Wang, she had spent the entire afternoon in the family shrine, ignoring all affairs of the household.

Densely packed points of light soon filled the room. Fortunately, Le Bing had set up a protective barrier that provided some concealment, but seeing the sheer, dizzying number of five-element elements, she immediately brought out everything she had that could serve as a cover.

The man who had offered the advice earlier was also seized by a lingering fear. He looked left and right, and only after confirming no one else was present did he heave a sigh of relief.

"At the very least, we should demand everything they own. We have so many mooncakes..." The Lone Wolf spread his paws, lay on the ground, and stuck his rear end up while gesturing to emphasize his point.

The cart rattled and clattered down the morning streets. As it neared the school district, throngs of students in uniforms flooded the area.

However, there was a price to pay for the agonizing screams; even if the bones were reset, if not handled properly, it would still affect Yu Wei’s recovery and the regulation of her phantom power.

"Team Three has returned, no casualties," Kakashi said calmly, glancing at the six people hiding in front of him.

"Kill this reckless fool, attack!" The crowd clamored, drawing their weapons and quickly surrounding Le Bing.

Sylvia nodded happily. "That makes sense, then it’s settled." She seemed quite fond of shopping.

After he finished speaking, the inner hall fell silent. What Zhu Da described was far too treasonous—the government of an entire county in the Great Ming dynasty being blatantly controlled by a father and son with no official standing. This was not the usual secret extravagance of powerful local clans, but an outright demand for officials to obey them.

Upon hearing this, the words echoed repeatedly in Han Qiu’s ears. A spark of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he finally remembered who this middle-aged white man before him was.

Just then, a soul aura unlike any he had ever felt suddenly emerged—innocent, carefree, and seemingly untroubled by the world. It was somewhat like the intent of idealism, yet vastly different; it was a soul power of optimistic freedom, lacking the extreme, self-centered sensation of the idealism he had practiced before.

If he could remove this malignant disease, he was confident he could break through to the fourth stage of the God Realm within a year.

At this, Meng Xingchen truly fell silent. What he had said about liking her earlier might have been a joke, but now, it truly did not seem like he was joking anymore.

The fact that the corpse was so well-preserved must be due to the effects of his body-refining divine art. It was neither rotting nor decaying, appearing remarkably fresh. It seemed the suppression of the grand formation was effective; although the Drought Demon trembled slightly, it could neither move nor open its eyes.

This fellow had worn a mask of benevolence from the moment he appeared, and had since spared no effort to help, even putting himself in danger—including using the Vermilion Fruit as bait. Everything had been for this day.

Beyond the attribute values, the system’s evaluation was also quite high. The four characters "Grand Talent and Bold Vision" carried too much weight; Zhao Qian was certain this Cao Cao was even more difficult to deal with than the records suggested.

Yet he had suddenly been "extorted" on behalf of others by his trusted aide for no reason. Reward merit and punish faults? What should he reward the girl with? Rouge and jewelry?

Xiao Fan did not leave; he could not bear to. This desolate beast egg had nearly drained him dry, and he had to see what this thing actually was. After devouring a Desolate Wolf King, he wondered if it would hatch.

The well-trained death squads acted with great decisiveness. Even with the disparity in power, there were no polite greetings before striking. The leader waved his hand, and a crossbowman acted on command.

As time ticked away, the three of them packed up the puppets on the ground and took the time to look at the fissure. However, it was already late at night, and all they could see was a massive crack, pitch-black and revealing nothing within.

Lan Feiyue was stunned at first, then, looking at Lan Yize’s joyful expression, she suddenly seemed to guess something and couldn't help but run back to the venue.

This boy was named Sima Jiang. Coming from a wealthy family, he was very low-key in class, but he was indeed a loyal fan of Mu Zihan.

Yuan Yue thought to himself, and countless other disciples of the Reaper Battle Group shared the same sentiments.

Just as Hatake Sakumo let out a sigh of relief, the dismembered corpse suddenly exploded, and over a dozen explosive tags scattered into the air from the white smoke.

The UAE had held Japan to a draw in the quarterfinals, a result that made the Chinese team not dare to take anything lightly.

Hearing this, Chen Wan’er’s already crimson cheeks seemed to be covered by an even deeper layer of sunset glow.

He knew the relationship between Han Yun and Zhang Yu very well; if it weren't for Zhang Yu, Han Yun would not be where he was today.

"Find something to do, and you won't be so... idle." She could not be idle. She kept herself as busy as a spinning top, because whenever she was free, she would think of her child. Beside Lu Bo, she did not dare to sleep soundly for entire nights. Even if they spent the whole night in a frenzy, she still strove to maintain a sliver of consciousness.

He dared not pester his sister-in-law, so he sought out Hong Ye, who knew how to bake cakes. As it turned out, she had no idea how to do it at all. One refused to believe it, and the other couldn't do it—it was going to be a long struggle.

Once Zhong Libai said this, many onlookers began to point fingers at Tang Wan’er, hurling all sorts of vile insults.

One must know that when Su Lin first arrived at Beichen, he was only at the second stage of physical refinement. Yet, in just over half a month, Su Lin had crossed two realms, becoming a Viscera Realm martial artist that she could only look up to.