Chapter Thirty-Seven: I Thought You Were Afraid (Part Two)

At that moment, as if sensing Yun Shuang’s gaze, Jiang Xiao, who was speaking with Magistrate Ding, suddenly looked up, his dark eyes locking straight onto her. Their eyes met, and Yun Shuang’s heart stirred ever so slightly. She felt that this man’s gaze had changed, becoming much gentler than when they first met.

She stood at a diagonal in front of him, considering whether to walk over directly, when suddenly, a flash of silver gleamed in the corner behind the inn’s door.

Yang Wang felt a yearning as Li Qingling spoke about the Heaven and Earth Battle Arts, its cultivation and combat methods, but her final words struck him like a blow, pulling him out of his reverie.

The deep green poison water continually corroded beneath the monster’s feet, wave after wave. This was Zhuo Yingyan’s newly acquired skill, Crimson Peacock.

Though the truth was shocking, the truth is what it is, and it always finds its way to the surface.

Yet the choice was difficult: to leave Jinzhou City and sail elsewhere would waste precious time. Moreover, the rebel ships from Goryeo were insufficient, and the coastal defenses in other places were far more challenging than in Qingzhou City. Their forces at the shore had little hope of prevailing in the battle for dominance.

He struck the ground with his dragon-patterned halberd, raised his right hand to shade his eyes, and gazed down from the city walls.

"Just now, Xiaomeng disappeared without warning, even her game helmet vanished. Honestly, I still don’t know what happened," Ye Xinyu tried to recall, but she herself was inside the game at the time, and had no clue what was happening in reality.

Hearing Professor Chen cry out for help made me even more anxious. I was about to step forward, but Bai Yi beside me clung tightly to my arm.

“There’s no time. I have to stop Iron Blood!” Zhuo Yifan said to the relentless Death’s Night before him, then suddenly raised his sword, unleashing several moves in quick succession. Death’s Night was defeated in moments.

“A mid-level stage of Qi Refining and Divine Transformation? What kind of stage is that?” Qin Feng had only just begun learning Daoist arts, and didn’t even know the rankings.

He had merely intended to test things out, but unexpectedly, the effects were remarkably good, saving him trouble. He had been prepared to find some excuse if problems arose; instead, everything went better than he had hoped, so he could abandon the illegal hacking plan altogether.

Vienne, satisfied, walked ahead, unlocked the iron gate, and led the man in black straight to the living room.

Xiao Yihan saw my serious expression, assuming I’d remembered another clue. She waited quietly for me to speak. When I finally came to, some time had passed, and I scratched my head awkwardly as I looked at her.

Wu Di had no way to explain the concept of “players” to Onyxia, and besides, Onyxia seemed indifferent to their existence.

Apart from what was stored in the money house, the dark room in the Jiangyin mansion held a good amount of silver and jewelry. However, that place was soaked in sorrow for him, and he had no intention of returning there for now.

Everyone had heard that all these rich dishes were purchased with the Wen family’s own money, just to improve the soldiers’ health.

“Brother Prince, this soup is really delicious... I didn’t mean to do it.” Bai Mengdan pouted, looking up into the boy’s gloomy eyes.

Xu Feng was stunned. Could it be that Zheng Yunzhi deliberately gave him false information? The source was indeed Zheng Rui’s material, and the reason given was dissatisfaction that Zheng Yunzhi’s return meant the entire Zheng clan fell under his control, so he wanted to cooperate to reclaim what was rightfully his.

“He’s changed, so much that it’s hard to believe—is this still Lin Yi?” Qing Ye rubbed her cheeks, unable to find an answer.

Ye Yaotiao jumped in fright; she wasn’t at home now—if Liu Wenwen found her family, wouldn’t her lie be exposed?

Yu Shiyang immediately felt An Ran’s tight grip on his arm. He knew that at this moment, An Ran was just as nervous as he was.