Chapter 334: So Fierce

Jin Qiaoyin's grand moralizing made Cao Sheng want to laugh—he'd lived two lives.

It was like a child telling an adult how to live.

He'd long grown tired of all such life lessons.

He had long since formed his own views on life and the future; once such beliefs took root, they became unshakable, rarely altered by anyone.

This was why many elderly people clung stubbornly to certain beliefs.

In an instant, Fu Shaoquan's head throbbed as if splitting; the gaze he fixed on Luo Anning felt utterly alien.

Thinking of someone inside the Creation Tower, Shen Ying felt a headache coming on and decisively turned to enter the tower.

"Cousin, sister-in-law!" Bei Chen Jiuge entered the room and greeted them, then sat down opposite them.

"Boom!" Gao Yuan's fist shattered Mo Shui's sword, then struck straight into Mo Shui's chest.

Ye Qiyu refused to believe it—and dared not believe—that a boy once full of ambition now lay willingly in bed.

Ye Jiujie was right: Feng Mo was breaking through a barrier, which had two layers; the first had been the sudden shift in weather—any ordinary person caught in such devilish conditions would have turned back long before encountering the second layer.

Liu the steward trembled violently, staring with bewildered astonishment at Chu Cheng and Ma Yuqin; after a long while, he spoke—but before uttering a word, he led Chu Cheng and Ma Yuqin deeper into the denser woods, where the three of them, like rats and weasels in the same hole, began plotting their grand scheme.

Entertainment reporters crowded around the old man's bedside; seeing so many of them, his expression grew grim.

The mist of tears that had nearly vanished from Ye Mingzhu's eyes surged back, tracing down her cheeks and falling—had she been deluding herself all these past half-years?

At that moment, a low, growling voice rose from Yuchi Gong's throat: "Lan Mou, I treated you with courtesy—why then do you humiliate me so? You must explain yourself clearly."

After watching the video, the Emperor and Yamamoto's faces turned pale—the place where the God of Death stood was near Yasukuni Shrine, meaning he had already arrived in Tokyo.

Tears of humiliation, like kites with severed strings, splattered everywhere as she struggled weakly and helplessly.

Suddenly, a squad of sorcerers clad in silver robes, cold in demeanor and radiating a chilling aura, appeared on the spot; their leader was a middle-aged sorcerer with a long face and a long silver scar above his left eyebrow.

Li Zhen looked and saw it was just porridge distribution—he casually asked, "What's wrong?" No sooner had he spoken than his eyes widened in shock: "What the hell? Such an orderly line? And they even queue in teams? Have those bastards finally gotten smart?"

Soon after, the Mao household issued a series of orders: Ye County sealed its gates, forbidding anyone from entering or leaving without permission; strangers were barred outright, and all trade was temporarily halted.

He'd heard Luo Shi City was beautiful, full of scenery, so Mo Lin went—and saw the trees covered in crimson maple leaves; it was beautiful, truly beautiful.

Father Lin Lei took Lin Xin's black duffel bag, which held simple clothes, shoes, and other belongings.

Lü Xia said solemnly: "I have come to see the general with three matters to state: first, my brother and I will never abandon the chance to restore our nation—so should Chu face crisis, the general may go to the island where we last found the king; that is where we shall be."

"She can cure the Empress Dowager's illness—you cannot," Tuoba Ling said coldly. He had paid a heavy price, endured countless hardships to bring her from Yuanfeng—how could he let someone else ruin his efforts?

But whether Dai Mao could win, they couldn't say for sure—Dai Mao's contest would be shooting, tactical duels, and hand-to-hand combat.