Chapter 113: Black Bear King Also Walks Into the Pit

Everyone had assumed that after White Wolf King was eliminated, Black Bear King would soon come charging in.

But after waiting several days, with the formation fully prepared, the days remained calm and the nights bright with moonlight; craftsmen worked peacefully by day, and only insect chirps and wind echoed at night—aside from occasional tiger roars and wolf howls deep in the mountains, not a trace of demonic energy stirred at the front.

Because Gu Zhao and the others had nearly wiped out all the bandits and robbers around Cuiluo Mountain, even the wild rabbits in the hills seemed livelier.

“Xing’er never called me Dad before—just now, for the first time, she called me that,” Li Huanfei gazed at Wei Zixing nearby, who was now absorbed in listening to music.

When the sun dipped westward, the foreign army finally withdrew—we won this defense battle.

Even if they had been the first to speak, they knew they had no chance, because Chong’er was clearly far superior to them; merely mastering the Explosion Magic and being praised by the Twelve Zodiacs was enough to earn him a place in the Enforcement Corps.

Could he really just abandon his Master? If he had the strength of the Nine-Headed Insect, he might have returned without hesitation. But he didn’t—and he had no right to demand that the Nine-Headed Insect risk his life to save his Master.

She wore a printed long dress, its fabric covered in red flowers, fitted at the waist with a flared hem; the sea breeze stirred the fabric violently, the red blooms dancing like a thousand blossoms in full bloom.

The hooligans were about to say more, but the man in the black suit glared sharply—they instantly hunched their necks and slipped out.

Under such a vast cultivation gap, unless they relied on magical formations, these soldiers wouldn’t even sense the Nine-Headed Insect or the monkey if they walked right up to them.

When Zhu Jue arrived at the [City of Hope] in the Ant Army’s war zone, the local situation was already grim.

Formerly, Mu Leng had been like an ancient, unmelting glacier—his face had always been icy and expressionless. Except for that one climb, Cheng Nu had never seen Mu Leng’s expression change.

Xiao Wankun didn’t know what his father had heard that made him hold such a grudge against Qi Tian.

But if a stronger force appeared beside them now, they would have no choice but to submit.

Just before she was about to speak, an inexplicable sense of danger surged in her heart—she snapped her mouth shut and stayed silent.

Xu Ningyan frowned deeply—was Xu Zhenzhu insane? Or had she given up entirely? How could she have revealed her reincarnation secret?

Xiao Ruyi, who had been struggling to pry the siege crossbow out of the ice, also stopped and sniffed the air.

Xu Ningyan shook his head—Captain and the others were still too conservative! Eight fen, after expenses, barely earned anything.

Children must be born—last life, she had a friend who belonged to the late-marriage, late-childbearing group.

Later, Yun Niang’s stall was overturned, but she received a promise from Young Master Lu—that the hooligans would never bother her again.

For them, encountering someone like Qi Tian who showed no respect whatsoever, no matter what they did, they’d always end up losing.

What do you mean by giving me a chance to take advantage of you? Do you really want me to take advantage of you? Chen Kai asked the soul-question.

She leapt onto the sofa, standing on one side of Qin Feiyu, then raised one front paw and slapped it against Qin Feiyu’s forehead.

As for cooking, it wasn’t that he deliberately kept doing it badly—he simply had no talent. His master taught well, but for some reason, the dishes never improved; they remained utterly ordinary.

“What’s your mother’s name? Can you tell me about her?” Dong Ru calmed herself, silently reminding herself that from now on, she must always think of her husband and no longer indulge only in her own pleasures—he treated her well because he truly loved her, and she couldn’t ignore Wei Qilang’s inner thoughts just because she loved him.

At this moment, Qu Ning already had some plans—if Tang Yusheng’s protector was his powerful uncle, then they must begin with the uncle.

With insufficient innate endowment and depleted kidney qi, one cannot endure even the slightest fright or shock—especially during the first three fragile months of pregnancy. Yet he subjected Dong Ru to repeated shocks, ultimately causing her body to collapse, her spirit to be wounded, and the fetus to be in peril.

Under Nan Xiao’s control, the nine Killing Nails struck the stone mill in alternating succession, determined to pierce through it.

“Who? Are there really this many demons in this batch?” the War King wondered if those old men wouldn’t have scattered them across different groups.

Nearly a month had passed since the injury; the wound had long healed, the scab had fallen off, revealing a patch of pink flesh that contrasted sharply with the surrounding bronze-toned skin—it looked decidedly unattractive.

Nan Xiao had long since mapped out the position of the Wheel Sea; now, beneath her navel, a deep azure mass, shaped like a millstone, loomed heavily.

“Mr. Qi, I apologize on behalf of my sister for this matter,” Liao Yu knew she could not neglect etiquette—it was a lesson she’d learned through years of navigating the business world.

“When will the matter in Shenchi Country be settled?” Su Qianye seemed lost in thought; ever since learning Su Qianlang had returned to the Netherworld, Su Qianye had been pressing Su Qiance and Nan Zhi’er daily to finish these affairs.

After this meal, for two consecutive days, both of them encountered these people—but no conflict arose; the couple always stayed inseparable, and whenever they left their room or before getting into the carriage, Ren Jiazhi always held his wife’s hand tightly, especially when encountering those people—he would even wrap his arm around her waist.

Before her words could finish, Xia Yuying’s mouth was covered, and then water splashed wildly from the bathtub.

Her bones felt as if they had been shattered by force, then painstakingly reassembled—this pain was beyond what an ordinary person could endure.

Besides, Mu Xin and Hua Yan were both the type who spent lavishly—several hundred taels might not last even a day or two; they’d never worried about this before.

If Xie Mingyan knew history, she’d know the Prince of Qi hadn’t gone mad; it wouldn’t be strange that she escaped and found him, nor that she used the White Lotus Sect to orchestrate it—who had locked her up? How could she not hate them as a couple?

When the old madam heard, she cried out “My precious child!” and burst into tears, sending the elderly servants scrambling around her, terrified she’d faint from emotional shock.