Chapter 198

“Crack!” The operating room door swung open; Wen Yun and Leng Zibing sprang to their feet at once, gazing expectantly—Yuan Shengque stood expressionless, half-embracing Leng Zibing.

Only after spending three days in the hospital did Leng Zibing finally feel her strength returning, though the doctor said she still needed to be observed for several more days! So despite her boredom, she stayed put in the hospital under Yuan’s forceful insistence.

“Heh heh, after all that effort, we finally found it. Let’s go, boss—we’ll settle the score with Xue Ying.” Nan Gong Shengtian grinned, turning his gaze to Du Gu Ming.

“After my eloquent persuasion, they finally agreed to relocate the whole family.” Of course, how intense and bloody the process was—no need to elaborate; the result speaks for itself.

After another rose bath, Leng Zibing’s anger subsided slightly; unconsciously, she glanced out the window and saw that Yuan’s villa across the way had not a single light on.

“It means exactly what it sounds like. Don’t you want to?” Chu Yun replied lightly, then asked again.

“You’re ruthless—I underestimated you. Didn’t expect you to be this strong.” Le Tian had no recourse but to suffer in silence, cursing his bad luck.

“M-Master, Sect Master,” Xu Lou Tian swallowed hard, forcing a smile. Qing Shao stroked his white beard, swept his dust whisk across Xu Lou Tian’s head, and burst into laughter.

With a turn of the key, the lock clicked open. Tong Ran entered Lin Shuru’s apartment and exhaled in relief.

He rose and walked over to the Italian, introduced himself, explained he could afford only two cannons, but the French wouldn’t sell fewer than twelve, then proposed they buy two together.

“Exactly, exactly.” Cao Cao was pleased that Zhang Ze agreed with his idea; among Luoyang’s younger generation, Zhang Ze was the one Cao Cao most admired.

At that moment, Feng Ji stepped behind Yuan Shao, covered his mouth with his hand, and whispered his thoughts aloud.

Because novels that follow the xianxia path later on seem to lose their loyal readership.

During the seven years she loved Jiang Yanshen, he never once looked back at her; yet the moment she decided to let him go, he turned around.

“Don’t tell anyone what the voodoo doll said to you,” Liu Chengfeng quickly cut in.

But the fact that his former brothers now had no contact at all still saddened Stockton.

“Young Master, is this meant for sitting on?” Hong Hong, the most impatient, could no longer contain her urge to try it and asked first.

As a player, Pippen didn’t want his overly aggressive style to leave him out of position, letting Kobe drive past him. It looked like Pippen’s defense was terrible—but compared to letting Kobe break through, it seemed a better choice than long-range shooting.

Because of his persistent criticism of the old French regime, Mirabeau gained a strong reputation among the discontented Third Estate. When the Estates-General convened, Mirabeau became their representative and one of the leaders of the Constituent Assembly.

At that moment, Shen Hanxun released Han Miaomiao’s slender waist and pressed her back into her previous seat beside Gao Lanlan.

Li Zhi nodded to the black-robed man, hefted his Fangtian Huaji, and dragged the last snake demon toward the edge of the battlefield.

It was a considerable distance from Li Muyun’s Hede Palace. Probably because older people preferred quieter places. Beside Cien Palace stood a side hall, specifically used for Buddhist worship.

Looking at the soldier who had partially transformed, Li Zhi exhaled deeply—he had seen the soldier’s monstrous face slowly take on the features of a Blood Warrior.

After colliding with the thing that had been tracking him, Li Zhi felt every inch of his body pierced by needles; his life instantly dropped by a third.

The vicious ghostly face, the instant it touched the green leaf, recoiled sharply and surged back into Lin Xiu’s spiritual sense.

So Xue Bingfu, who loved Tong Han so deeply, humbled herself to beg Li Ziyang to let him be with Tong Han; and Zhan Qingyi, who had met Xue Bingrong only once, raved to Li Ziyang about Li Zichen, even claiming Star International would one day be his—now it made perfect sense they acted this way.

Su Jinyu smiled, bowed again, returned the bridal veil and golden scale rod to the tray, and stepped back to the round table.

Feng Ying’s brothers had all felt her martial skill—they dared not meet her head-on, only dodged her strikes, widening the circle but refusing to attack. Their goal was clear: hold back Zhan Qingyi so she couldn’t reach the fire.

Han Shuangshuang’s eyes blazed with fiery sparks—jealousy and rage, like prairie flames, surged upward several times over, threatening to spread into a wildfire.

Facing the full-power Blood Arhat, Yu Qianpan couldn’t help but be forced back a step; just as he opened his mouth to speak, he suddenly sensed something and turned his head toward the Blood Moon Mansion’s entrance—the Blood Arhat followed his gaze.

Because he couldn’t find Si Qingqing and feared Lu Anke would grow impatient, Liang Xiao decided to go out himself to buy clothes for Lu Anke. He wore casual attire instead of his hospital gown—this choice stemmed from the strange looks people had given him earlier.

In fact, Xu Shiyun was unlucky—he had taken the blame for Lei Yu and the others.

Zhao Er looked at the group slowly surrounding him and realized things were turning bad. If he were experienced, he’d have advised Qi Yu to change routes and avoid them—but unfortunately, he didn’t know.

That dark, sly face—could it belong to anyone but the infamous Yang Bin? Lao He might not have been well-known among the older generation, which is why Bai Xing hadn’t recognized him earlier; but among the younger generation, every member of the Mirror Bureau was a star.

Lei Yu paused for an instant; power surged through him like a tide, his skin glowing with jade-like radiance. Cold energy swirled around him but couldn’t penetrate a single inch. Then his body trembled violently—the ice crystals encasing him shattered with a crack, and he lunged forward again, faster than the eye could follow.

Also, Kaisen discovered that after breaking through to the First-Level Realm, he sensed the Black Killing Faith Network. Sensing the Black Killing Faith Network wasn’t surprising—but what was astonishing was that he had suddenly comprehended a First-Level spell. In other words, the Black Killing Faith Network could provide abundant faith power—and even offer “spell imprinting.”