Chapter 849: One Hundred and Ninety-Six: Two Women Cannot Share the Same Roof

One Hundred and Ninety-Six: Two Women Cannot Share the Same Roof

Outside the pavilion, the sun had long vanished beyond the hills; the night deepened gradually, especially within the lush, verdant Clear Cool Valley.

Lanterns hung around the spring pavilion cast hazy light, illuminating the silhouettes of a man and a woman inside, stretching their shadows long and faintly overlapping.

At this moment, the taciturn young man in the pavilion slightly lowered his gaze and, without changing his pace, carefully deduced the old Daoist’s possible implied words for Chen Jiaxin.

Outside the pavilion, the sun had long vanished beyond the hills; the night deepened gradually, especially within the lush, verdant Clear Cool Valley.

Lanterns hung around the spring pavilion cast hazy light, illuminating the silhouettes of a man and a woman inside, stretching their shadows long and faintly overlapping.

At this moment, the taciturn young man in the pavilion slightly lowered his gaze and, without changing his pace, carefully deduced the old Daoist’s possible implied words for Chen Jiaxin.

The man was gaunt as a skeleton, his face deathly pale, as if afflicted by some illness. His features were overly delicate, like those of a woman in disguise. His hair was disheveled, his clothes patched all over—he looked less like a bandit and more like a beggar.

Wang Bing swung his Demon-Slaying Blade, scattering the current entirely; he looked at Long Jian, whose body slumped weakly against his twin flails, sighed, and raised his blade for the final strike.

Yet, Boss Wang still distrusted their skills, so the work of dismembering corpses and dismantling parts remained entrusted to others.

The moment Ouyang Ran finished speaking, Ouyang Jiuxi moved to flee—but Xuantian Light had already formed beneath her; the circular junction between hilt and blade released a burst of starlight, sucking her in instantly.

“Very well, Brother Zheng, should you have time, I hope you will visit our sect again. These past days of heartfelt conversation have greatly benefited this humble Daoist,” Shen Chenzi said, smiling as he stroked his long beard.

Though Bi Hua harbored hostility toward her, she still felt reluctant to let Bi Hua enter such a dangerous place.

Soon, a series of thunderous roars erupted from the five-colored cloud mass, like the gathering of lightning before a storm.

But this was ultimately a renaming ceremony, the announcement of his official ascension to lead the Lei family—so the grander the spectacle, the better.

“Of course. I’d dare bring you along only if you dare follow,” Long Qingcheng said, utterly unconcerned.

Relying on their numbers, Li Jue was clearly employing a wheeling tactic against these special forces—once one wave was repelled, another was ordered to charge forward.

It was No. 8 Sunflower Field that caught his attention; the man wore attire resembling a ninja’s, wielding a blade only a few inches long, diamond-shaped with razor-sharp edges, strikingly similar to a kunai.

Ma Long nodded—he had been right. The fact that Hao Ren was a wandering swordsman had long been known to hidden enemies; now that the enemies had moved, Hao Ren was in grave danger.

Yet Bai Rao could now unite them all—he must possess exceptional abilities. Killing their leader, Bai Rao, would be no easy task.

But the sheep he’d encountered today had surprised him, causing hesitation—he held back and did not order his men to strike immediately.

“What’s the matter? Why the hurry?” the Undying Demon Emperor, having just regained freedom, blinked in surprise and asked.

By my side, Bai Mao the old monkey serves as advisor, elder, and head steward; countless adult male monkeys toil as laborers.

“I—I was jealous of Chu Yan and Zhao Shishi!” Zhao Ya stared at Yun Hao, her eyes darting twice before speaking firmly.

After tucking in the blanket, I smashed every bottle of red wine from the wardrobe, soaking the blanket in wine.

As waitresses, they naturally possessed eloquent tongues; no matter which item you favored, they’d praise your taste, your discernment, and so on.

The right whip’s “leg” swept in with solid force; Xiao Feng met it with his nose, and his arm instantly went numb.

The shadow released its grip; her eyes snapped shut, and her body slowly collapsed to the ground.

The Shennian elder’s eyelid twitched—he never expected this outcome! What could he say?

“Holy shit! I’ll probably never see a show this good again in my life!” Many audience members below cried out in awe—it was simply terrifying.