Chapter 126: Slashed Straight Down to a Tenth

Mu Wanquing felt irritated whenever she saw Cao Mang’s honest, simple appearance. Only after getting to know him closely would one realize how wicked he really was—he was utterly torturous.

She muttered indifferently, “The Self-Rescue Association ran out of supplies long ago and exists in name only. The city’s reserves cannot be given to you either. We must make sure there is enough to survive the even harder days ahead.”

Cao Mang sat down on the edge of the bed. “Are you really content to remain merely…”

Chen Zhaoxue did not want Su Yuebai to end up hating her. Besides, since this senior disciple of Wudang had already betrayed the sect, everything he knew had to be buried forever.

Even if Qin Yi kept his promise and released them ten years later, she still would not leave them any chance to live.

Su Yuchu rose to her feet. Gu Sheng clearly saw the marks of kisses on her neck. His pupils contracted, and his heart seemed to be clenched in someone’s grasp. The pain made even breathing difficult.

“Fine, I’ll go! At worst, I’ll just have to endure a scolding from the village chief!” Tiedan gritted his teeth and shouted.

After the upheaval at Yinshan a few days earlier, he urgently needed to know what had happened there. The Demon Sect’s movements had no idea how many people holding their breath in suspense.

“He’s alive!” Old Zhao Gen was the first to speak. He pointed at the fingers of the stone man, which were moving slightly, though his face still bore the lingering terror of someone who had not yet recovered from the shock.

“Shameless!” When Elder Moshan heard Qichuan’s words, he cursed furiously, flames of anger rising in his eyes.

“Those things were prepared by your father for me all those years ago. Handing them over to you now is surely the best choice,” Daoist Zang sighed.

The villa, which had been utterly wrecked in the earlier attack, had finally been completely restored after days of repairs. The construction team called Qin Fei to inspect it so they could confirm that the work was finished.

She knew that this wedding dress had been custom-made by Jiang Yiheng. What kind of feelings had filled his heart when he commissioned it?

“Are you very happy? Feeling rather pleased with yourself…” Very well, Liu Sanyan’s fury was now directed at Ding Yi.

Mrs. Liang did not beat around the bush. She immediately raised the issue of the cooperative cafeteria, suspecting that the food was poor and that the dishes might not be clean.

She was baffled. Her brother and she were siblings, and they looked somewhat alike. It would have been strange if they did not. But how had that somehow turned into a resemblance between husband and wife?

Once she returned, she would discuss it with him and find some excuse or pretext to send over a little food. That would put one of her worries to rest.

He snatched the wineglass from her hand and flung it away. The glass flew off and struck something—she had no idea what. There was only a loud bang, after which all fell silent.

Hearing Fat Sparrow’s strange cry, a smile tugged at the corners of Qin Yin’s lips, but she did not expose him. She continued concentrating on drawing her eyebrows.

Ignoring the battle between Wufeng and Wang Mian, Chen Mo turned around and paced beneath the giant dragon. Two pairs of eyes, utterly different in proportion, gazed at each other.

She was somewhat puzzled. Brother Guangyu looked as though he were thoroughly drunk. Why had he drunk so much? What was wrong with him?

Just as the men under Lü Bu were binding the entire army of twenty or thirty thousand soldiers, Ju Shou, whom Lü Bu had knocked unconscious, also awoke.

When Ling Fan heard the report, his heart cramped with pain, and he felt worse than if he had taken a punch. Touching the few pills and scrolls on his body, he could only wait for those items to restore his strength.

Xiahou Ce stood there stiffly, his brows tightly furrowed. His lips moved, but when he saw her turn away angrily, her face full of wounded indignation, his expression shifted uncertainly. The usually mighty and overbearing Regent King was, at that moment, unexpectedly at a loss.

“This junior is Zhou Chuan. Greetings, Perfected Crimson Jade!” Zhou Chuan stared in astonishment at the middle-aged man in the mirror image, and a trace of confusion soon appeared on his face.

Such restrictions were naturally necessary. Every captive inside was a powerful figure renowned throughout the land. If so many of them were not bound securely, no one could say what kind of violent battle might erupt among them.