Chapter 442: Revenge

"Mother, please stop troubling the Great Master. He has already helped us rescue Father, already..."

The young girl said this partly because she was kind-hearted, and partly because she was shy and felt it was not good to keep troubling others.

"Stand up first before speaking," Shen Siyuan said.

But the girl's mother did not rise; instead, she continued to beg, "Great Master, I beg you, have mercy and pity us..."

Shen Siyuan frowned.

Chu Nan, who was searching in the alley, suddenly froze. He instinctively looked toward the ruined house on the hillside, gripped his long spear tightly, and rushed over.

"Go! You are now the hope of the entire village!" Zhuang Yi, following Ma Liu's words, instinctively added a sentence.

The rule of Zhulong Ridge is that only those who can slay the former leader can obtain the position of the new leader.

Tian Laosan heard that Zhuang Yi did not intend to blame or punish him. He breathed a huge sigh of relief, and at that moment remembered another major matter, so he immediately changed the subject!

"Good morning, Canano..." Nava, who had no habit of watching the news, greeted familiar people by the roadside with enthusiasm as usual.

Consequently, the old man driving the carriage was also full of confidence. In recent years, anything Ge Tianyuan wanted to do had never failed. If it were not for the foolish Right Xian Wang interfering this time, how could such a disastrous defeat have occurred? Alas, tens of thousands of fine sons of the grassland lost their lives in vain.

Zhuang Xiyuan actually understood in her heart; it must be because the game login device was of poor quality that caused her own older brother to fall into the first three reasons.

Under the guidance of She An and She Liang, Zhuang Yi arrived at the riverside and discovered a wolf and a person. The wolf and the person also saw Zhuang Yi and each paused their movements.

"Pah! With your father and son's lazy and gluttonous appearance, you still have the face to speak. You father and son are truly shameless, making your mother take the spotlight!" the grandmother spat.

Lin Zixuan laughed. On his other palm, spiritual force erupted wildly, growing stronger and stronger, covering it with a layer of frost that chilled the heart.

"If either of us burps or farts right now, wouldn't it be extremely awkward?" Shu Wan coughed dryly, making conversation out of nothing.

"As long as you like it. I won't keep you resting here today; after all, the furniture hasn't been here long and needs to air out. Come stay at our house often in the future," Huang Qianqing said.

The night of Duancheng had arrived completely; in the pitch-black sky, there were no stars and no moon.

Dong Momo also stood stunned aside. She thought Shu Wan was doomed. Coming to her senses, she was filled with fear. It turned out that jealousy could truly drive a person mad.

"Yes. Young Master, rest assured." Fu Zhe accepted the order without asking why; Ke had always thought this point was very good. "Does the Young Master have any other instructions?" Fu Zhe asked.

It was neither envy of the enchanting postures of the dancing girls, nor due to weak alcohol tolerance. Rather, she saw clearly that Ke, who was usually indifferent and cold, was now watching the dancing girls' performance with a look of enjoyment, and even occasionally tapped the table with one finger to the rhythm.

After all, this was something the two had reached a consensus on before; regardless of the circumstances, they must give everyone an explanation for Meng Yu's act of presumption.

Zhang Lin was a martial artist at the peak of the ninth segment, with a good chance of breaking through to the tenth tier, the Flying Heaven Segment. Among the councilors of the Mafa Empire, he was considered the strongest in power.

It was already past seven in the evening; I'm afraid Bai Shixuan, waiting for Liu Yiyuan, had probably been waiting for a long time.

The entire process happened too suddenly, so that after Liu Mingwei's head was severed, for a long while, no one reacted.

Zhi Cheng bit his lip for a long time before clasping his hand over her flexible, slender hand. Who knew that as soon as he placed it in, she grabbed it tightly. He didn't expect her to have such grip strength; compared to hers, Zhi Cheng's hand felt as soft and weak as a ball of cotton.