Chapter 104

"Erbao, let me tell you, that night, Mommy and I came here. Mommy said she had been here before, so staying here is no problem. But don't you get any funny ideas; when Mommy came here in the past, neither of us was born yet." Ahead, Sanbao was chattering away like a tour guide.

"Do not follow me! Today, I, Yan, choose to die!" He swiftly wheeled his mount around, issuing orders to his personal guards. Then, he dug his heels hard into the horse’s flanks, charging after the Han cavalry like a moth chasing a distant flame.

With a crisp metallic clang, Wang Yuetian used the longsword in his right hand to strike the flying blade in mid-air once again.

She couldn't return to the Ding family’s company, but surely she could still go to the place she was renting, right?

Qiling kept repeating the name "Cao Nima," as if determined to force that title onto the Immortal Lingtian.

Pruning bonsai is different from flower arranging. The former requires absolute precision and patience, as one wrong snip could ruin everything; conversely, the latter is much simpler. As long as you have an eye for aesthetics, even if you arrange it poorly, you can simply start over.

Lan Xi rested at home for a few days before returning to work. A heavy, somber atmosphere hung over the office for days. It wasn't that Lan Xi was being temperamental or taking her anger out on her colleagues; rather, the colleagues assumed she was suppressing rage due to her divorce. Intimidated by her status, they were all afraid of upsetting her and getting fired.

Lan’s father glared at her. This girl really needed a lesson—had she no respect for him as her father in front of outsiders?

"Of course not. Although I have long intended to enter the Buddhist path, my karmic affinity is insufficient, and I am always troubled by worldly affairs."

Yao Qi’s skills were on par with Ma Wu’s, but Jia Fu and Deng Feng were no less capable than Ma Wu. Facing three against one, in less than ten rounds, they had Yao Qi drenched in sweat and forced to lead his remaining troops in a chaotic retreat.

Qin Yaying was awakened by his words. She blinked her dazed eyes, not yet reacting to his question, but he had already risen.

At the very least, he needed to have a good talk with Leng Yinian. He wanted to confirm whether Leng Yinian and Mo Shaoting were happy.

"How is his amnesia? Has he been able to remember anything?" Ran Yan rolled up the painting in her hand and placed it into a jar.

"Much obliged." Ran Yan thought to herself, Xiao Song was far too well-prepared. Was he so certain she would come?

At this moment, Tianfu and Tianxi were retrieving the "lunch" specially prepared for Yongning. Fang Yi'ai sat quietly without speaking, merely watching the maids serve his sister, his gaze occasionally sweeping over Yongning as if assessing her injuries.

"It just feels very familiar, yet you can't quite put your finger on it, right?" Yongning said with a smile.

"You've returned." Seeing no movement for a long time, Xuanyuan Qimo spoke faintly. His tone was as casual and natural as asking a family member if they had eaten, showing no trace of the fact that they hadn't seen each other in two years.

Yuan Shuai gave a mischievous grin, then pulled out an "Earth Dragon Soaring Talisman" and a "Samadhi True Fire Talisman" with his two hands, respectively. Taking advantage of the brief moment Ouyang Luosha was distracted and frustrated within the black fog, he unleashed a fused spell attack.

However, the cultivation levels of the three opponents were truly unfathomable and terrifying. Knowing he was outmatched, the Blood-Robed Patriarch could only secretly search for a way to escape.

Now, Nangong Tiexin would not give up easily as long as there was a glimmer of hope. Upon hearing that the disguised Abe Kondo possessed the power to resurrect by manipulating five ancient treasures, he became instantly excited.

Huo Jingjing looked at Tang Ning, suddenly admiring her clear thinking, especially when she spoke of making that bastard regret his actions. How many times in the dead of night had she dreamed of strangling the man beside her, only to find herself unable to go through with it in the end?

It was hideous and massive in appearance, with no fur, only a layer of green skin, four claws, and a pair of bat-like wings on its back.

This was on American soil, so she had to be on high alert, carefully reviewing the entire schedule for tomorrow.

What if, in the future, when she was with her husband, people whispered that the Princess was once a courtesan who had run away with a patron? Even if she knew it wasn't true, it would still be deeply unsettling.

Xun Mi’s expression remained soft and gentle, but inwardly, she had already given her husband countless silent praises.

Sister Long thought of the scene just now and the way Lu Che had said "fiancée." Although she felt a sense of warmth, she knew clearly that he was only acting on the instructions of Tang Ning and Mo Ting. Thus, she reminded herself to stay clear-headed. She was older than Lu Che, and she had neglected herself in every aspect—especially her figure.

At this moment, Wang Lingyun and the old man also noticed the malevolent aura rising from the house, as well as the surrounding topography and terrain.

Seeing the smile on the orphanage director's face, it seemed that nothing bad had happened yet.

Among the Human Sages, she was the only wood-element Spiritual Sage. Perhaps she lacked the sharp, ruthless power of the Eastern Sage and the others, but when she truly unleashed her strength, it was still terrifyingly formidable.

The coachman drove the carriage, the sound of the whip cracking against the horses' backs and the rhythmic clattering of hooves filling the air. The carriage moved forward smoothly.

Yin Fengmian did not dwell on the matter. He knew that Liu Qian could not fully trust him yet. Putting himself in Liu Qian's shoes, he would feel the same; after all, just two days prior, the two sides had been engaged in a fierce battle over their grievances. To expect mutual trust now was impossible.

However, because the starting quality of the materials was very high, it was undoubtedly more powerful than those divine weapons forged from ordinary spiritual objects.

Liu Qian suddenly looked at the iron box in front of him, seeing at least a dozen strange-shaped weapons inside, among which a large blade gleaming with a cold light caught his eye the most.

Because the number of the monster army was truly overwhelming—so vast that even if the human race mustered all their experts, they could not compare to them.