Chapter 110: Liu Jiumei’s Liver

He wore a faint smile in his eyes, and it was plain to see he was doing it on purpose.

The fire in the man’s gaze burned bright. “Will you agree?”

“I... I—”

Li Jiuwei suddenly arched her body upward.

Her teeth sank into Feng Su’s shoulder, and then came the sobbing she could no longer hold back.

“Will you agree or not? Be good, answer me once more.”

“I... I agree, you bastard!” Li Jiuwei cried out before she could stop herself.

“Jalo Baryun, do you hear me? Do you hear what kind of destruction has been wreaked upon my hotpot city?” the lord of the city roared.

This was the damned Taklama: a comrade who had just been laughing and talking with you a moment ago, only to become scorpion food the next, leaving not even two enemies to avenge.

Climbing and leaping and crossing in such interwoven motions, it seemed like a spiral driving straight toward the summit. Though the journey looked perilous, the two of them had once crossed the Peak of Ten Thousand Seals together long ago, their hearts already in perfect accord, so this time it was far easier than before.

Xue’er and I have to go absorb knowledge this afternoon, and there’s also the physical training class then... I’ve already skipped far too many classes. The school does not strictly require attendance, but I suppose few people have never gone even once like I have.

Mo You’s expression, unchanged for ten thousand years, finally shifted. It was a kind of bewilderment, or perhaps... disappointment?

Seeing him only fob things off with vague answers, talking for half a day yet still not saying what Pai Gaoqiu was meant to do, Qin Xian’er could only give him a helpless glance and say no more. The surroundings were vast and desolate, not a single sound to be heard. Across the way, the prince’s residence lay eerily silent, and only the occasional clatter of the night watch’s wooden clapper drum drifted over, clear and sharp in the night air.

Feng Wuqing gave a self-mocking smile. The serpentfolk stared blankly at the nearly hundred of their kin lying fallen on the ground. What had just happened?

This only deepened the shock in Li Chong and Liu Chong’s hearts. To dare seize something from the Firecloud Sect... it was hard to even know what to say.

Ying Niang saw that he had truly drunk it and felt greatly pleased. She said to him, “This is only the first night. For now, enjoy yourself. Once tonight is over, I’ll think of a way to entertain you properly.” With that, she lay down again beside Zhang Ruyun, pulled the blanket up between them, and before long had already fallen asleep.

Somewhere, the song of a woodcutter drifted over, plaintive and lingering, slowly seeping into the ears and mingling with the endless expanse of dust and sand beyond sight, bringing with it an indescribable sense of bleak desolation.

Along the road, Pantiann sighed. Now that he had gained sentience, he naturally recalled the days when he had once been dim-witted and ignorant. Back then he had understood nothing and felt nothing amiss, but now that he thought of it, fierce killing intent flickered in his eyes, and the baleful aura about him surged out involuntarily.

Pressed ever more tightly by the infant fiends, everyone was eventually forced to move together in a single group. Yet with more than three hundred of those creatures present, the others on the field could not possibly slaughter them all.

That was why, in a moment of careless lapse, he had been seized by Aizen through a tiny opening, his five senses thrown into confusion. As a result, his sorcery had deviated slightly, and Aizen had escaped that fatal strike.

“Constable Ji,” Zhuge Zhengwo suddenly asked, “where is Yuanyou? Why is it that you entered the imperial palace together, yet only you are here protecting His Majesty?”

Ding-dong! Congratulations, Host, on triggering the main quest of the Strongest Traveler: Supreme Over All the Heavens and Myriad Realms. Reward for success: the final authority of the Strongest Traveler. Penalty for failure: obliteration. Authority duration: indefinite.

Yet Sha Na paid no heed to the hostile, sinister gaze of Xingli Tian Chouhua before him. Instead, he calmly extended one finger.

Cheng Lin straightened and moved, retreating backward. With a flick of his hand, an invisible sword qi shot forth like lightning. With a clang, it struck directly against Li Zhichen’s sword. Li Zhichen’s hand trembled; the blade shattered segment by segment, while his chest jolted and flecks of blood spilled downward.

Xue Qingyun’s delicate brows knit faintly. Her slender hand tightened around the white cord, trying to tear it apart, but instead, with a hiss, the cord cut a wound across her palm, and blood began to flow out.