Chapter 42: Hands Entwined, Whispered Words

The two walked one after the other, saying no more. As they neared their destination, Tang Yu suddenly remembered a loose floor tile nearby, its corner raised. He had noticed a hint of green beneath it before, but pretended not to see. With Cai’s light, delicate steps, she would likely trip over the tile in the darkness. With this in mind, Tang Yu deliberately led Cai toward the raised tile.

He had Shura conceal himself immediately; perhaps Shura would prove decisive in the end. Those whose cultivation was not at a bottleneck grew slowly. For those stuck at a bottleneck, the longer they came into contact, the more likely the bottleneck would loosen—this was just proximity, what if it were fully absorbed and refined?

Tang Tang and the others hadn’t realized that Qin Haonan was the boss himself, and were overjoyed. It seemed their earlier hopes might yet be realized.

If word of the miraculous Daoist spread in the country, it might stir up even more trouble, perhaps even draw attention away from America and ease their pressure.

Eight years ago, the brief confrontation with the clone was etched as freshly as if it had happened yesterday. During those years, Lin Que constantly improved himself, grew stronger, but even so, killing a clone alone still required immense effort.

The three inside the vessel were oblivious, while the ship carried Howard and his companions, along with an uninvited guest, swiftly toward a continental plate in District Eight.

Professionals with great strength naturally had keen eyesight; the sharpest had already spotted the figures wrapped in twin beams of light.

A series of refined dwellings had been built here, housing many people—all of them, without exception, were top masters.

He had just killed more than ten enemies and gained plenty of honor points—after all, killing enemies ought to earn honor points.

“If you don’t try, how will you know if I’m sowing discord among you? Besides, I don’t need you to destroy each other; it’s enough to kill you alone,” Sword Wujie said calmly.

When the assassin Cold passed through the courtyard, he was struck by the girl’s beauty—especially after she finished washing clothes and carried the wooden basin, wiping sweat from her brow with her delicate hand.

The first method was impossible, lacking heavy machinery; large-scale tilling would not be easy, but the second method might still work.

Luo Huixue was even more surprised. She knew Luo Mingxia always appeared weak but was ruthless inside. Now, seeing her crying in front of her, she worried others would think she was bullying her, and so took a step back—distance was safer.

She heard Lin Jiachen call the chief father, surprised to learn he was Chief Lin’s son. But it was no wonder—being the chief’s son, he was already a colonel at a young age.

Lying quietly in the very center of the coffin boat. At the same time, an ancient sigh echoed in my ear.

Repeating her old trick, she easily entered the manor, though her heart was somewhat troubled. The general’s residence was vast and empty, the courtyard strewn with fallen leaves. Though beautiful in sunlight, it was tinged with autumn’s desolation.

Even ABC and CCTV aired special programs; two national broadcasters analyzed the dinosaur movie wars from an economic perspective.

After all, even if Ouyang Shanglin favored him, it would be hard to entrust the New Year film slot to him.

Traces. I estimated the distance—the area where the coffin boat vanished was about eight or nine hundred meters from our current location. I committed it firmly to memory.

Perhaps my hatred disturbed the heavens, for what happened next was a stunning reversal.

She no longer wished to stay—this man was more terrifying than zombies. She would not remain.

Even Li Changfu, reputedly the most capable in the courtyard, was not present; how could he possibly acquire it elsewhere?