Chapter 284: Consecutive Surprises

Seeing Doudou suddenly vanish and whip up a dark wind as it turned to flee.

Duoduo and Xiao Yue instinctively concealed their forms too, but neither rode the dark wind to escape—after all, Shen Siyuan was still sitting there.

The three men who had just been startled were stunned again before they could recover.

Three living people had simply vanished right before their eyes?

And Jiang Tao couldn't help shouting, "Doudou!"

"Enough, no need to hide anymore."

The shallow-wrinkled clam swayed its body, seemingly delighted to have finally eaten the great tonic pill, but instinct told it that it still needed many, many more such pills to refine away that annoying pearl.

Most deadly of all, though the refugees remained silent, they seemed well-trained, swiftly forming a fan-shaped array and half-encircling Jiang Ping and his group.

As the round-faced cultivator beside him stepped forward to scrutinize the scattered debris, another Yinshi Sect cultivator with a pointed face and monkey-like features spoke calmly.

Onboard and ashore, everyone had their own theories; as long as Emperor Dawei said nothing, speculation would never cease—and would only grow more exaggerated, more unbelievable.

A large-masted ship departed from Qyrls Port, heading toward the direction of the Western Slave Bay.

Gandalf nodded in response, studied the single-edged longsword for a long moment, then slowly drew the blade.

Song Yiqing thought his skills were indeed impressive—he could easily be a streamer, and if he had any job dissatisfaction, it might be worth considering.

At that moment, a sudden phone ring pierced the air; the entire office fell so silent that even a pin dropping could be heard.

After memorizing the materials, he got to work; these ingredients were indeed easy to find now—except for Liuguang Crystal, the rest cost less than two low-grade spirit stones for a whole pile brought back. But when he saw the talisman patterns drawn by the Crow-beak Elder, Tian Le was startled.

When she first came home, Su Li was still excellent—submissive, obedient, well-behaved, and with outstanding grades.

Yes, Zhu Zhu's disguise technique could deceive people, but it was cumbersome and full of inconveniences.

His tone had become much more courteous; the shame from Chen Yuan's insults had vanished entirely. If the Song people truly demanded only what the treaty stated, what humiliation could he not accept?

The purple-haired man had already formed a perfect black sigil, rolling with fierce demonic energy, sharp and menacing.

He pulled out his pistol, checked the bullets, and calmed down. Though the pistol had high potential against ghost souls, this ghost wasn't a Blood Character one—its effect might be even greater.

But Wang Baoyu didn't expect the old men to dismiss it entirely: fifty-one bottles a month amounted to just two hundred—a mere fraction of what they spent monthly on health supplements, which already exceeded a thousand.

These attacks didn't harm the Dark Prince, but forced him to constantly enter Ghost-God Mode to evade.

In late July, as the external situation stabilized, the Liao people within Zhongjing City received news from their fellow villagers outside, learning that the Song army had not carried out a massacre—this eased their fears considerably.

In the end, Nalan Anyue had crossed that threshold; the shadow looming over her heart had finally faded. Time, indeed, was the best medicine—many things, many people, change with its passage.

Di Qing sensed the faint sarcasm in his words but paid it no mind. A general entrusted with guarding a region must possess some measure of magnanimity.

One attendant yielded his horse and returned to the inn; Wu Yong mounted up and followed Jiang De, who ignored him, chatting intermittently with Chen Guang, while Xu Guanzhong behind them began speaking to Wu Yong.