Chapter 152: I Have No Interest in Women

Nightfall.

Under the watchful gaze of a knight, Abelard quietly slipped away from the tent.

He had no idea why that knight had let him go.

All he knew was that whenever an opportunity for freedom presented itself, it must be seized at all costs. And right now, a god-given chance had fallen into his lap, allowing him to escape outright.

"Lord, praise be to Your omnipotence."

As Abelard sprinted wildly through the woods, he kept looking back over his shoulder.

"Hey! Everyone, how have you been lately?" Night Burial had just watched the farce unfold and greeted Sasuke and the others.

"What!" Hearing Zhu Qi's words, Feng Ling's figure suddenly vanished from the spot out of thin air, then instantly reappeared before Zhu Qi. Grabbing Zhu Qi by the shoulders, she looked at him with hopeful eyes.

Zhan Zhao took them, walked over to the bed, and lifted the bridal veils one by one from left to right, revealing three lovely faces.

"Hmph, a mere commoner dares to oppose the Grand Tutor's estate! Someone come here, take my token to the camp, summon fifty elite men for me, and wipe her out. Change your uniforms when you go, disguise yourselves as bandits, and leave no trace of evidence," Grand Tutor Pang said bitterly.

Seeing that Asaba genuinely knew nothing of that legend, Hattori had no choice but to recount the story from the beginning.

"No way, what kind of bug is so formidable that it can drill holes into such hard stone?" Gao Jin made a valid point; these stones were exceedingly hard, making it highly unlikely that they were bored by insects.

Xu Wen's heart gave a jolt. Normally, a spiritual tree bearing a dozen fruits was already considered extremely precious, yet this particular spiritual tree bore hundreds of them, making it an absolute masterpiece among spiritual trees. What's more, could these fruits be anything other than supreme spiritual treasures?

"Alright! Stop with the lovey-dovey acts, you two should snap out of it! You're way too deep into the role! Have some consideration for us single folks, okay?" The fat man couldn't bear to watch any longer, casting a sidelong glance at the two of them.

After pondering over it for a long time, he finally decided to follow Xiang Shou's advice: go and meet Gan Mao's army first, and then make a decision.

"Very well, this magistrate will grant your lordship three days, no later than that. Otherwise, once the Zhao family kicks up a fuss, this magistrate will find it hard to handle as well," Magistrate Gu agreed reluctantly.

Late at night, Liang Fangchen had called him. At the time, he was still watching a TV series together with Nuannuan, but because of that single phone call, he didn't hesitate a bit—he just told Liang Nuannuan and came right over.

Before long, they arrived at Kyoto Hospital. Looking at Madam Mo's optimistic expression, Gu Xinling knew that Mo Chengde's care and consideration had put her in high spirits. She truly couldn't bear to tell Madam Mo her true medical condition at a time like this, yet she had no choice but to speak.

"Do you know who the mastermind behind the Xuan River flood is?" The figure draped in a white cloak changed the subject abruptly, posing the most sensitive question directly.

Long Qianye had specially booked these two rooms; this side could hear the movements over there, but that side could not hear the sounds from here. Therefore, every single word of the conversation between Yu Kexin and Yan Ruoyu just now had been heard loud and clear on their end.

After all, not every pirate's bounty exceeds one hundred million. Of course, those whose bounties do surpass one hundred million can be called the "New Generation."

After the Guardian of Stars and Spirits easily defeated him, they all began to choose to practice their own close-combat skills, whether in combat or evasion.

Simultaneously, a spiral-shaped, curved horn sprouted atop his head, entwined with blood vessels, from which fresh, dripping blood rolled down continuously, staining the ground.

"Then you are simply bullying the weak, and going much too far," Mo Anlin refused to compromise, continuously striking Madam Fang and dragging Mr. Fang into the fray as well, making them both howl in pain.

Long Qianye hammered his fists repeatedly against the wall. His hands had already turned red; if he kept hammering, they would likely be beaten to a bloody pulp.

He was not very tall, and his face was so lean that his eye sockets were somewhat sunken. He wore a goatee, and two deep laugh lines extended all the way down to the sides of his nose.