Chapter 119: Framing

In mere moments, the two were surrounded.

The sudden burst of light blinded Hong Xing and Zhao Dingsheng, whose eyes had grown accustomed to the darkness, forcing them to shield their faces with their sleeves. At that moment, both of their hearts sank to the depths of despair.

To the Lu family servants, this reaction was a clear sign of a guilty conscience. The man standing at the forefront barked sharply, "See where you can run to now! You dare come into our courtyard to steal? Tired of living, are you?"

As he spoke, he stepped forward, intending to seize them.

"No!"

Hong Xing let out a sharp cry, but she was no match for the strength of a grown man. Her arm, which had been covering her face, was easily pulled away. The man froze, then exclaimed in shock, "Hong... Hong Xing? Why is it you!"

This outburst silenced the noisy crowd, but only for a second, before an even louder commotion erupted.

Guoguo snuggled obediently into his arms, feeling his warmth, and shook her head gently. "No, Guoguo has never felt this comfortable before! Thank you, big brother!" As she spoke, she looked up and kissed his cheek, then shyly buried her face back into his chest, refusing to look up.

Jing Huang glanced at him sideways but offered no comment. Luo Binhan calmly adjusted his glasses, preparing to continue his interrogation, when another voice came from behind him.

Under these circumstances, although the black eagle intelligent soldier was of high quality and possessed strong autonomous combat capabilities, it was brought to the ground by Zhu Fei’s strike, where it was subsequently smashed to pieces by the pig-man warriors wielding blades and shields.

The remnants of Wu Feitong’s sword energy threatened to penetrate deeper into his body, but they were shattered by a single burst of energy from Chen Jingzhi. Enduring the pain, he swallowed a medicinal pill, shoved a handful of recovery medicine onto his flayed arm, and continued his flight toward the sea.

Furthermore, the Northern Ocean, bordering the northern continent, remains frozen year-round, forming the vast, boundless Arctic ice plains. The southern continent, perhaps due to insufficient latitude, sees very little ice in the Southern Ocean. It is fair to say that both geographically and politically, the northern continent holds a stronger position than the southern one.

Subsequently, Motian headed toward a mountain cave. It was an inconspicuous hideout they had discovered and used for rest previously; it would be difficult to find without a thorough search.

He was unsure if breaking through to the next realm would trigger the Great Evolution Divine Sky Pearl, so he had to be fully prepared.

Qin Yu cursed in sudden pain. The net was not a physical one, but a construct made of his own soul. The Void Beast had bitten off a piece of his soul, chewing it as if it were a biscuit.

"We should hold a celebration banquet, Aldington! You are a Knight of Divine Grace now!" Autumn said enthusiastically.

These merchants who trade with pirates are half-rogues themselves; if they sensed something amiss, they would surely investigate.

Li Hao’s eyes widened, his expression one of pure disbelief, while Su Yingying, standing beside Fang Dalong, immediately counted the number of reincarnators surrounding Li Hao.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded outside the door. Hearing them, Mili’s heart tightened; she cursed silently to herself.

Fang Dalong peeked outside. The night sky was vanishing, and the day was gradually brightening.

The more Old Master Yu thought about it, the more uneasy he became. In his distraction, he made several wrong moves, and the chess game, which had previously been evenly matched, suddenly spiraled into an irrecoverable decline.

It seemed that ever since the appearance of the Filth Demon, it had given off this impression: utterly irrational, yet calculatingly precise.

Wen Dongting ignored the mockery of Daoist Xuan Xie. The Profound Flame surged toward her like a tidal wave, devouring the Daoist’s own fire with unstoppable force and forcing her to retreat several yards, yet showing no intention of letting them go.

"This... how would I know? You ask him yourself later!" Having said this, Kong Xiacheng pretended to be ignorant of the situation, stretching his ears toward the door, straining to listen.

"Tell me, do you have any trusted subordinates in the hospital you can command and who will listen to you?" Fang Bolin asked in a low voice.

Before Gu Yunying could finish her sentence, Gu Tianjiao slapped her on the forehead. There was no technique to it, just raw force, but it was enough to make Gu Yunying howl in pain.

The so-called fire execution was exactly as it sounded: building an altar, binding the two to it, and burning them alive. The patriarch did this for two reasons: first, to avoid the clansmen questioning his authority, a move made out of necessity; and second, out of fear that the curse laid by their ancestors would come to pass, plunging the tribe into eternal ruin.