Chapter 151: Settlement

Lu Yalan pressed her lips together. The burning pain only made her mind clearer. "I saved your family, yet you repay kindness with enmity. If word of this gets out, I'm afraid no one will ever dare to cooperate with you again!"

Lacking principles and a bottom line, who would dare get close to such a person?

"Oh?" Song Ziqi looked at her with amusement.

Lu Yalan closed her eyes, desperate and throwing caution to the wind. "I am merely a weak woman. Whatever is going on between you and Mu Chengyao is a matter between you men. Just because you suffered a loss under Mu Chengyao's hands and want to make up for it by taking it out on me—isn't that a bit too petty?"

"You fight, you contend, what does that have to do with us women? They say misfortunes don't reach the family, let alone someone like me who is merely a nominal fiancée. To put it bluntly, if one day you fall—

A sense of desolation permeated the heaven and earth. Wherever the eye could see, there was utter barrenness, as if mournful sighs were echoing through the void.

In an instant, the entire cave entrance was tightly blocked by trees and rocks. To an inattentive person, even if they stood right in front of the cave, they might not realize that behind these rocks and trees lay an entirely different world.

It wasn't that he was unwilling to enter with others, but entering a new gameplay mode for the first time usually meant that the first kill or the smaller the group size, the greater the rewards. He certainly was not going to miss such a good opportunity.

Having settled this, Ji Yu wore a fierce expression and leaped up. With a sharp shout, he and Dun Shan clashed once again.

She gently lifted a corner of the down comforter covering Zheng Ming, and haltingly reached her right hand, which held a towel, inside.

Chu Ze remained in that dazed state, like a child, sitting blankly on the bed without moving a muscle, even his eyes devoid of any color or spirit.

Such a light-hearted remark left everyone speechless. None of them knew why Master Sima would say such a thing, nor did they understand why the Demon race would think that way.

Arriving at Li Licheng's house, the old man was inside shelling corn kernels. Seeing Cang Cang enter, he greeted him and put down the corn cob in his hand.

Amidst a loud roar, black flames surged around Zheng Ming's body. However, unlike before, the black flames quickly seeped into his body as soon as they appeared.

"What's so blissful about sleeping together? You've got issues," Luo Lingxi said with disdain. Before reaching the Spirit-Melting Realm, she had no desire to waste time on cultivation. Naturally, she would scoff at Xiao Xiao's words as well.

His opponent was a practitioner of the "Ju" generation from the 66th Banner-Display Peak. It was said that this disciple lived in a hollowed-out section of a cliff face where there were only a few stone dwellings. His cultivation was extremely arduous, and by the day of the grand tournament, he would have completed exactly half a year of training.

Feeling the warm moisture at the entry point of the fragrance, he curved his lips slightly and pressed his body over hers.

Madam Liu and Zhang cursed fiercely in her heart at Madam Liu and Fang, thinking, Since you won't help me, when you get old and bedridden, unable to move, don't expect me to bring you a bowl of soup or a cup of water. I'll let you old thing die of thirst.

The Han Chinese lacked good horses, and they knew this. But the few battles Liu Fan had successively provoked would definitely yield more than ten warhorses.

After a moment of calming down, Liu Fan's expression improved a lot. Recalling what he had just done, anger truly could blind one's eyes and cause people to act without considering the consequences.

Engulfing the building behind it as well, a major portion of the structure visibly dissolved into the beam of light, while the higher floors collapsed successively, falling into the beam to be continually melted away.

"I'm not clear about that, but there's no need to force this. Being able to possess Lin Zhuxuan's strength is already quite good. As for the rest, forcing it is useless." Zheng Chen spoke up.

Murong Fu—or rather, Ding Chunqiu at this moment was already suffering bitterly inside. He had long since lost the will to fight, and the poison on his body was running low. At most, after another hundred moves, he would have no poison left to use. Yet Qiao Feng, for some unknown reason, insisted on killing him, leaving him choked with frustration.

"Does the Great Marshal know why the Han army can wield weapons with both hands while on horseback?" Tuoba Gui asked Que Ju.

Actually, their courage wasn't very big. If they had any real courage, they would have gone to make a living in the county seat or the town long ago. How could they possibly still be hanging around these dozen or so surrounding villages?