Chapter 974: Erase the Corpse, Destroy the Traces

Elder Xun looked puzzled. "What did you see?"

He could only see Mo Hua staring blankly at an empty corner.

Mo Hua turned his head again, looking at Master Gu and Fan Jin.

Master Gu and the other man both shook their heads, looking utterly baffled. They didn't know what Mo Hua was staring at.

Mo Hua's heart jolted.

Of course!

Divine Concealment!

The life-image is "Divine Concealment"—ordinary cultivators cannot see it; the dragon in the Dragon King Temple—

After blocking it, another sword qi surged forth instantly, and Tang Yichen watched the incoming sword qi with icy calm.

For some reason, upon hearing that name, Li Xiao involuntarily shuddered, a face with glasses—dead and pale—floated into his mind; if that man were to give him psychological counseling, the chance of him going insane would surely reach one hundred percent.

"I thought you were resting at headquarters," the second brother chuckled at Bai Baoguo, casually waving his hand to signal the fool to drop Xigongzai on the ground.

But this man did not act that way—he had placed the sword inside the body of the Yunling Kuangying. Hao Nan was utterly baffled; could the Heavenly Emperor really believe himself invincible?

I thought Octopus was going to scold me again for meddling, that it was better to avoid trouble—but Octopus didn't say that. Instead, he kept repeating: "Fight! Smash all these crappy things from Ba Zhong!" That surprised me—even stirred me—could Octopus really be backing me up!?

Ask yourself honestly—if Wang Qingshan were in Fat Dog's place, he'd definitely kill Gou Biao.

As soon as the hypnotic state ended, Qi Diao Renshan's gaze instantly cleared; he stared intently at Ling Xiao, as if trying to recall what had just happened.

No curiosity outweighs money; planting chicken claws grass and hemp beans is like picking up cash—would they let Ling Xiao take this good thing to another village? There's absolutely no chance.

Mei'er fell silent. Indeed, they were just hunting; they hadn't harmed her in any way. Her interference seemed truly inappropriate, no wonder they were angry.

I've never been able to match that young master in tone or attitude—he sometimes deliberately says things that make you boil with rage.

Qin Huan hadn't eaten properly in a long time; now, before her lay all her favorite dishes. She couldn't help but feel ravenous, and since escaping would require strength, she ate even more.

Before Ling Siye could speak, Bai Su moved first, gently patting her swollen belly.

Fu Qingkang saw the meaning in Bai Xiao Yu's glare—he refused to give her that opening.

Northern Desert soldiers dragged Ling Dongwu away; her ears filled with piercing screams. Lives were as worthless as ants—masses collapsed beside her, warm blood splattering onto her face and body.

Back then, they had loved each other so deeply, convinced they'd spend their whole lives together—who could have imagined they'd now reach such a painful impasse?

Rose's body trembled visibly; she glanced at her blood-smeared clothes, bit her lip, said nothing, and slowly walked toward the carriage.

Li's father raised his hand to stop Li Xiao from continuing—he knew, he understood; over the years, he'd seen far too many utterly shameless so-called righteous sects.

The first meal meant nothing to him; the second meal was the one he truly wanted to share with that person.

Liang Yimo picked up the contract on the ground; she never imagined an extra page had been inserted in the middle—stating that Party A must work for Party B for at least two years, and if Party A breached the contract by terminating early, they must pay Party B a penalty of one million.

More than half a month had passed; under the careful care of the imperial physicians, Princess Yanran's wounds had fully healed, and not a single scar remained on her face.