Chapter 143: Repaying Grudges

Lin Li sat on the chair, his face pale as death.

He glanced at Duo Duo, who was crouched by the kitchen door watching her mother cook, took a deep breath, wanting to speak—but found his chest so constricted he couldn't utter a word.

Lin Jianming, seeing his expression, knew instantly what he was thinking.

"Got any cigarettes? Give me one." Lin Jianming said.

Lin Libo pulled out a pack of cigarettes and handed one to Lin Jianming, who reached out to take it—but

"Hey hey hey, Doctor, he's back—can you just tell everyone already?" someone couldn't help urging.

So, Dao Feng also hurriedly led the Grand Shaman away from this "place of trouble," lest something truly happen and it be too late to say anything.

This aura was foul and stinking; when it rose into the air, it transformed into a ferocious tiger. Once fully shaped, the tiger roared at Qin Ming, then charged forward on all four legs.

"It's neither an opening nor a promotion, nor any kind of exhibition. It's a cricket fighting tournament," Li Cheng said with a smile.

"I met him," Bai Li Dengfeng replied coolly, though he didn't know why Mo Kebao was asking.

"In Persia, we fought the Persian cavalry and archers many times—and defeated them each time. Will the Bruti cavalry be stronger than the Persians?" Epithenis said with full confidence.

"What is this?" Bai Xin, Li Feng, and others all gasped in shock, their eyes fixed on the tooth as if it were a rare treasure.

"No, I must kill that bastard with my own hands. Though his body and spiritual power are strong, my archery is unmatched—if I keep my distance, I'll surely shoot him down," Xiao Zhan roared inwardly.

"I can't decide between these two swords—help me choose," Wang Chuyan brought Luo Chen to the two swords she favored.

Over the years, she consumed many precious heavenly treasures, forcibly elevating the Arrow God bloodline from its original four-star concentration to five-star.

He had not yet reached Hua Mian when she noticed him, but couldn't believe her eyes; when he stood before her, wrapped in cold wind, and took off his cloak to drape it over her, she still couldn't believe he would appear like this.

After hearing Babalode's tragic story, Tatum and the others drew a deep breath and patted his shoulder.

6. How to counteract this mutual-antagonism poison? Chapter Sixty-Five states: Someone had already brought a bowl of water; the thin shopkeeper pinched Cao the escort captain's mouth and poured it down. Moments later, Cao the escort captain vomited profusely, then slowly regained consciousness.

"Do I look stupid?" The hunter Shu turned his gaze away from the Hell Wardens—and found Mu Ai gone. He had been ditched by Mu Ai.

Chu Lian's skin was delicate; even accidental contact left bruises. She was careless and didn't care much, so her room always had Snow-Cong Ointment for dispersing bruises—the ointment was made personally by Master Miao, and worked excellently.

Dao Feng's gaze sharpened; his joking expression vanished. Seeing the Release Palm's wind surge toward him, he dared not underestimate it, thrust out a finger—and with a thunderous boom, Dao Feng reeled back six or seven steps, his body trembling.

For Tian Tian, this was an immense humiliation—like walking naked down a crowded street.

Without a second's hesitation, the hammer had already vanished from his hand; he raised both arms, and in the crisis seized a vine near the cave entrance—slippery and sticky, but right now he had no time to care about hygiene.

In the end, the fortifications were built by the Mongol soldiers themselves; before they were even half-finished, over two thousand had been killed or wounded by cannonballs and shattered bricks and rubble.

The students passed around several interrogation records; those who read them soon turned pale—earlier they had only suspected, but now they were certain they had been used.