Chapter 947: Snatching People

Shen Qingsheng looked at Mo Hua with a venomous expression.

Mo Hua was startled, and the few Jin Dan grave-robbers around him couldn't help exchanging glances. The old man called "Mr. Pi" glanced at Mo Hua and asked:

"You know each other?"

Before Mo Hua could say anything, Shen Qingsheng sneered coldly:

"I figured it out long ago — you'd sooner or later return to Lonely Mountain, so I had people from the Zaozaojiu Sect keeping watch early on. It's just that you little mongrel, appearing and vanishing like a ghost, disappeared the moment you entered the mountain. I brought people—"

"Interesting…" Xue Wu Ji's eyes blazed with sudden light as he drove his full cultivation to the limit. His left hand formed a claw, and as he swung it, capable of splitting mountains and cracking stone, it clashed with the long blades in the hands of the Tall and Short Elders, producing a metallic "clang, clang" sound.

"You said there was danger, so you told me to wait here — and I'm supposed to feel at ease?" Li Youyue said stubbornly, looking at him.

"Damn!" Millie was instantly dumbfounded, thinking she had hidden herself perfectly, only to realize she had long since been discovered by the other party.

"Surrender — we're both a bunch of old bones, I don't want to kill you!" Huang Zhong urged. As fellow old generals, he couldn't help feeling a certain mutual admiration with him.

Although she dared to defy the Tenth Academy Head, she couldn't guarantee whether the Tenth Academy Head would truly go all out and kill Ximen Kuang.

"Dad, do we have to wait until after the Global Soldier King Tournament to avenge Grandpa?" Qin Li knew this was the answer, but still asked.

Just as Li Xiaoxiao and Mu Lan were still in shock, the soldiers in the distance had already noticed the commotion here. Gunfire erupted at once as they closed in to attack from all sides.

"The legendary Tribulation Lightning that breaks the bonds of the flesh — it truly exists!" He was called Qing Yi. He was the only old man who did not bear the surname Qin, yet had lived among the Qin family for over two hundred years.

"A Three-Star Domain Lord is equivalent to an Elementary Immortal King. Looking across the entire Ten Thousand Manifestations City, there aren't more than ten of them." Grandmother Feng said.

"Isn't this Boss Chen? What are you doing in line too?" Although Jiang Yan was deeply resentful about what had happened at the jewelry exhibition last time, out of good professional conduct she still received her politely.

Yuan Futu unconsciously clenched his fists. For him, even if he were trampled underfoot at the tournament he would say nothing, but avoiding a fight — such a face-losing thing was absolutely impossible for him to do.

She lowered her head slightly. Even though she had already resolved not to let Leng Sicheng affect her mood anymore, when the moment actually came, she still felt sad.

"Go on my behalf to Chengqian Palace and tell Your Majesty the news about Ling'er, so he need not worry." Yun Qing's eyes shimmered.

This thought — the trade routes were smooth, but without manpower it wouldn't work. Where was the manpower to be found? The Beggars' Sect was never short on people. An escort agency was one group of people guarding the cargo from start to finish, but the Beggars' Sect didn't work that way! When goods moved from one place to another, the hands handling them were all local people. As long as the organization was tight, it was usable for now.

Bi Wuxin heard Ming Yi's shouts from behind and saw that the few big rats seemed unable to walk any further, so he found an open spot, sat down, and said nothing. In his heart he thought to himself that these big rats were really just for show — they hadn't walked a few steps before starting to complain of being tired.

Xuan Que's voice suddenly rang out beside his ear. Nai Luo, alarmed and flustered, clutched the infant in her arms and did not dare make the slightest sound.

It was only two years, after all — he and Qi Su Jin could wait, but Qin Shuang was never coming back.

The crowd had not yet dispersed, yet she had already gone inside the room, leaving them to stand in the cold wind outside.

Before he could say anything more, Leng Sicheng snatched the clothes from his hand. With a "bang," the sickroom door slammed shut heavily.

The two, like old friends who had known each other and been apart for a long time, suddenly met and embraced each other with great warmth.

Aiger secretly thanked his pre-transmigration self — during political science class he hadn't just played on his phone the whole time, but had at least retained a scrap or two of those big shots' lofty arguments and rhetoric. Otherwise, he really wouldn't have been able to answer Daenerys's pointed question.