Chapter 1140: Small Relay City

Along the way afterward, Ji Elder, who had personally killed a dozen or so corpse cultivators from Yinshi Valley, felt inner turmoil, and the more he thought about it, the more he regretted it, his heart filled with remorse.

He hated himself for his momentary cowardice, how he had submitted to Mo Hua's "tyranny" and killed the cultivators of the Modaoda Sect's Yinshi Valley.

Now he had truly stirred up great disaster.

But the people were already dead; regret was useless now.

Ji Elder could only spur his horse to gallop faster, hurry to leave Banshan City, to avoid being caught by Yinshi Valley's…

Zhou Zheng first kept heaping grand accusations upon himself; when those accusations failed to produce the expected result, he flew into a rage and accused his own character.

Following the prison guard to the reception room, Chen Xi was still lost in thought about how to ask Yang Zheng for a favor when he suddenly heard his mother's voice and shuddered. Slowly raising his head, he saw his parents before him, and his heart surged with intense emotion.

He spent the night resting within the Star Soul Tomb, adjusting his state to peak readiness for tomorrow's frenzy.

When Xiao Yang told her the matter, to his disbelief, Mu Qingchan also proposed going with him to Yanjing.

"Has Yuan Shikai gone mad, or what? How could he send such a telegram with such righteous confidence?" Wang Jin sneered, flicking the thin sheet of paper in his hand, his expression strange and… utterly perplexed.

He recalled the power he had encountered last time he awoke, but now, no matter how hard he searched, he could not find it anywhere—unknown where it had hidden within his body.

Saying this, Man Jie's thick lips parted, and an absurdly oversized tongue licked across them.

Chu Haoran tilted his head, glanced up and down at Liu Die, said nothing more, and followed Fang Qihua into the elevator.

By then, not only would Han Xue beside him be caught in the crossfire, but the entire Han family villa would be destroyed, leaving nothing but rubble-strewn ruins.

"Of course, first, you had the heart to save me, so you are my savior. But you lacked the power—yet the Bodhisattva statue you carried possessed immense mysterious force. It was that mysterious force that repelled even heavenly lightning, and I owed my safety to its divine might," Tai Chen said with deep emotion.

"Fine, no problem. On the contrary, if you lose, you must take my place as the sacrifice!" Su Qing smirked coldly.

Bi Shiyue unconsciously furrowed his brow; Mu Wen was puzzled and opened his mouth to ask something, but the class bell rang and the teacher stepped into the classroom.

"Feng Yu, remember—do not harm her body lightly," Leng Qingqiu couldn't help but repeatedly warn.

"Everyone's seen enough, right?" At that moment, a middle-aged man walked forward and addressed the crowd.

After a night of labor, the bugle did not care for yesterday's exhaustion. Morning drills and marching were unshakable every dawn; since returning from Shanghai, bayonet drills had been added. All were mandatory exercises.

After all, what they were obsessed with was nothing but this face of his, which looked utterly exquisite in this world.

A slug, dozens of times larger than Wan She, suddenly appeared above Wan She and slammed down upon it.

At that moment, Fa En's figure suddenly moved, and within his eyes glimmered a thread-fine flash of lightning.

The senior officer sighed lightly, seeming to calm down; his composed, unhurried demeanor revealed the Japanese officer's steadiness and poise.

The Skeleton Avatar felt a strange sensation rise in his heart; before he could ponder it, he sensed he was suddenly within a peculiar space.

"Gao Tinghai," Zhai Jin called out his name calmly. Qi Yijia beside him snapped his head over, alert.

Now he was not only lying in her arms, but his face pressed against her full chest—something he had never dared dream of, and he wished he could keep acting forever, never let the play end.