Chapter 796: The Protagonist

“Aaaah, Master Dao, I can’t take it anymore, save me!”

As the bloodied maw loomed to bite down, Gou Jiao screamed in hysterical terror.

The righteous talismans Ningju in his mind exploded one by one, dissolving like bubbles under sunlight.

“Sigh, your realm is still too low!”

Xiao Yu sighed, and a thousand birds’ chirps echoed behind the demon’s back.

“Ji zha zha~~~ BOOM!”

Thunder and demonic energy collided at the thatched cottage.

“Don’t you dare hit my dad!” Sun Xinxin sprinted over, shoved aside two big men, and saw her father’s face covered in bruises.

Zou Shi now had blind faith in Shen Yingniang, as if whatever Shen Yingniang did would succeed.

Having retracted the Huichun needle into his body, Qin Chao extended his palm before the eyes of Tu Shan Yayaya and Wangquan Buye.

After leaving the live interview, accompanied by Qian Yu, she visited the advertising agency she signed with to observe other artists filming commercials, getting an early feel for the entire process.

After hearing Zhao Huan’s words, Aotian said nothing but looked at him with clear contempt—his boss’s friend was clearly lying through his teeth; what kind of “busy” had he been all day? Shouldn’t it be Roland who’d been busy all morning?

Just returned to Moling County, Zheng Bao and Zu Lang still worried about the future course of the great battle in Danyang Commandery; after all, they had barely seized half the territory of Danyang and didn’t want to abandon it.

But Ai Yuanyuan inside gripped the door handle too; one inside, one outside, they pulled like a tug-of-war, neither willing to yield.

Why is she always useful in weird places but never when it actually matters?

The Eighteen Sons were carefully chosen for her by Xie Yansheng; now that Xie Yansheng’s whereabouts are unknown, she fears the Eighteen Sons will fall into someone else’s hands.

Leng Ning stopped asking, closed her eyes slightly, her long eyelashes like curtains shielding her gaze.

Luo Mo sat down opposite her, opened the bento box, handed it to her, and thoughtfully arranged the chopsticks and spoon.

After making arrangements, Liu Xiao left with a grim face, and as he went, he shot me a venomous glare.

Su He was pinned to the ground by two maids; as despair surged again, her eyes turned blood-red.

Zhou Feng looked at Mo Yanfei; Mo Yanfei frowned—she’d just eaten and didn’t want to go to the detention room now, didn’t want some brute to ruin her mood.

Xia Qing murmured, the desire to return to Wuzhou growing stronger, wishing she could leave immediately. But her father, Xia Changkong, was missing, the old matriarch lay gravely ill, the Xia Prince’s Mansion and Yan State teetered on the brink, and she simply couldn’t leave right now.

Yuan Gungun walked ahead, striding proudly; the players spawning at Level 6 monster zones were few, so we bypassed them directly.

Because the weather was hot, he had shed his outer opera robe, wearing only a thin, pale moon-white inner garment; his long hair hung from the chair’s edge, and from afar, he looked like a jade prince from a ink-wash painting—calm, clear, and composed.

It’s no wonder people are so shocked whether Feng Xi is really a divine physician—she’s simply too young to be believed as one.

The silver taels piled on the ground grew ever higher; more and more people placed bets, totaling over five thousand taels—but all were wagered on the old painter; not a single soul bet on Xia Qing.

These five words, spoken by Di Huang, rang out with startling clarity, and thus disrupted Feng Xi’s panic.

Min Chen’s face grew darker by the moment; even if they could control the frenzied citizens, they couldn’t stop the citizens from dying. If this trend continued, who knew how many would die before Rong Mo arrived?

The Northern Qing Prince, however, received a brief report from his southeastern scouts—by then, the scene was already too horrific to describe.