Chapter 122: Do You Still Like Me?

Driven by the lingering resentment of being abandoned for so many years, Xing Jue had become far more unhinged than he was in his youth. Whenever he drank too much, he felt an urge to stir up trouble—fighting, beating others, engaging in any violent act that could vent the bitterness and indignation trapped inside him. Yet, he had never dared to do such things in front of Si Yao, fearing he would terrify her. This time, however, he had lost control, and he had indeed frightened her.

Xing Jue lifted his hand and brushed her trembling lips, whispering coaxingly, "Don't be afraid."

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Qiu Xuan brushed his sleeves with an air of nonchalance, as if merely dusting off a speck of dirt. In an instant, the flames vanished without a trace. He looked at Antulei with an easy expression, a faint smile lingering in his eyes.

Could there truly be someone like this among mere street performers? Arakawa Fumifumi wondered silently to himself. His gaze toward the youth shifted from casual indifference to focused intensity.

Otherwise, why would his mother, who had never spoken of these things before, be whispering them in his ear every single day recently?

Griping his long sword tightly, Shen Yue felt blood drip from his palm onto the ground, staining the white snow beneath his feet red.

Reality and imagination reflected one another; the imagination remained unbroken, while reality grew richer. With such a blissful experience, how could there be any sense of lingering loss?

He intentionally spoke with feigned casualness, describing the sprawling, luxurious underground city as nothing more than a few subterranean tunnels, all to avoid drawing attention to it. After all, that place was a prime piece of territory.

"They call me Brother Zheng, so let this be a gift from their Brother Zheng. Who knows how long it will be before we meet again after this parting," Zheng Xuanqi said with a smile.

Qiu Xuan heard these words as well, but his body remained motionless as he continued to stare at Saddam.

Ye Wenfeng watched the battles on both sides, yearning to offer help. He had not expected that Shan, despite being so severely injured, would still possess such astonishing combat prowess.

"Please, I beg of you, give me a spiritual elixir! I know you are a Condensation Realm martial artist; you must have one!" As the middle-aged fat man was about to step into his carriage, the youth threw himself at the man's legs, pleading desperately.

"But a large portion of the grain has already sunk to the bottom of the water. How much could the Awaji navy possibly intercept?" Nagasu Sadazane shrugged with indifference.

Makozuo simply rolled over and stretched out comfortably on the massive bed he had never slept in before.

Forget it. Yu Qiuping abandoned the thought of recalculating. "The tenth day of the twelfth lunar month." He would just consider it as having lived two extra months.

In the ensuing panic, the villagers of Red Mist Village fell into rapid disarray; some wept, some trembled, others screamed. Although most in Red Mist Village knew a bit of sorcery, it was merely superficial—much like the difference between a doctor and someone who simply knows the names of a few medicines; the gap was vast.

Gu Yunjin caught sight of Wang Wen sitting in the corner, but she merely swept a cold glance over her, acting as if she hadn't seen her at all, and continued talking to Princess Shou'an as if no one else were there.

After resting for over ten minutes, Mu opened her eyes. Having recovered half of her stamina, she rose and removed the silver needles from Yin Lan's body.

Xiao Junyan watched as Qiu Xiao signed his name, then turned to hand the contract to Chu Muyue, keeping his eyes on her.

"It's Brother Xiao's! Why won't any of you believe what I'm saying!" Lijuan said angrily.

He never felt that the world owed him anything; he understood that the world was simply stingy with its kindness toward him.

Before she could reach the formation, He Fei, positioned at the front of the left flank, hurriedly shouted, "Dancing Petals, Flying Flowers!" He swung his blade to strike the water, sending up a spray, then leaped from the boat to intercept her with his sword. Zhao Meng, at the front of the right flank, did the same, and together they blocked Shan Xunfei with their dancing blades.

Qi Yu looked at him. Anyone with a modicum of intelligence would know this was no coincidence. Just as he prepared to leave, the man named Dakui reached out to block his path.

Old Hei refused to yield and was just about to step forward to argue when a thunderous roar suddenly erupted. The calm surface of the sea was overturned, whipping up towering waves that surged toward the shore, as if the heavens had reached out a hand to destroy the world.