Chapter 520: Red Stone, Red Stone!!!

"Get some air?" Li Lanying was dumbfounded.

She suspected her ears had misheard—this was Zhennan. After eleven o'clock, there were basically no people on the streets.

Going out to clear your head in the middle of the night?

"It can't be a date, can it?" Li Lanying said with a grin. "Let me guess, that guy from last time?"

"Mm."

"What does he want, asking you out so late? Watching a late-night movie?" Li Lanying frowned and stopped her yoga.

She knew only too well

"Fine, then… let's forget about these three thousand. But could you throw in something else?" Mu looked at the boss with an expectant expression.

During the years when that vicious old hag had taken a fall, become half-paralyzed, and lay bedridden, she had cared for her through every mess.

"Pfft!" A sound of spitting blood reached Mu's ears, and drops of scalding liquid splashed onto her cheek.

Several horse carriages slowly rolled in from the direction of the border pass, appearing hazy and indistinct in the drifting yellow sand—impossible to make out their identities. Still, their appearance drew the attention of many people in the ancient town of Lousha.

Zhao Ru pouted her lips and moved a little farther from those fat prickly balls. Those fat prickly balls looked unremarkable—anyone not paying attention wouldn't notice them at all. When had so many of these fat prickly balls grown along both sides of this national road? But Zhao Ru knew these must have been planted by Song Anran.

Hearing her words, Du Jiao was overjoyed on the spot. Since Sheng Xia hadn't refused outright, it meant there was still hope for cooperation.

"Good!" Xiao Junyan nodded, first tying up those assassins who had only been wounded, then questioning them about who had sent them.

But just when Qin Yibai tried to communicate with it through his consciousness, that faint, intermittent stream of awareness suddenly vanished without a trace.

"Smack." Qin Wan circled behind the man and gave him a light tap, and the man once again passed out.

The other side had no idea just how terrifying Qin City was at that time. There were dozens of Nascent Soul experts alone, and Golden Core cultivators numbered in the hundreds. And the leaders of Qin Feng and Ghost Hand—Meng Zhan and Ghost Head—as well as Yang Xing and others who had followed Qin Yi early on—had long since reached the peak of the Infant Tempering realm and were on the verge of transforming into gods.

I had no time to sit around sighing with him. I waved my hand, turned the car around, floored the accelerator, and sped back the way I had come.

"Yi Yuan, do you have time tonight? My dad wants us to come back for dinner." Xiao Jinning set the coffee in her hand on the table before speaking.

While my mom was showering, I kept praying in the living room. My dad is a good cop—I really hope heaven keeps him safe… I was silently reciting blessings in my heart when a suppressed sob drifted out from the bathroom.

Hearing Yin Xiu's words, even Xiao Qingtong, whose expression had just been calm, instantly widened her eyes.

Ting Xue kept her head lowered, looking obedient. Whether she was truly obedient in fact was another matter.

Especially that suit-wearing man, Yu Hai—he had long been regretting it bitterly. Why had he had to play dirty behind my back?

Earlier, when I had him pinned down with a crossbow bolt, he had already told me about the ore collection site and his boss's situation.

He was destined to become someone like Xiao Junye, spending his whole life in regret. Because Yi Yuan was in the wrong first, even if he wanted to hate Yin Feiran, he couldn't bring himself to hate her.

Again and again, Liu Yaqing said each time would be the last. But over these twenty years, her hands had been stained with the blood of innocents time and time again. She truly didn't want to keep going on like this.

Arrogant, overbearing—that was the Can Dao Sect. They possessed overwhelming strength, something the Princess could not shake.

Of course, given Wanghai County's current momentum of development, if Zheng Yue stayed in Wanghai, his capital for future promotion would grow even stronger. Promotion was only a matter of time—leaving would actually be more of a loss than a gain.

The repulsive force generated here could keep the outside water from flowing in, giving one a sense of suppression. On the surface, it formed a resisting force. But to the Sword Soul and Yu, it meant nothing. Only because of what Beibei had said earlier did both Yu and the Sword Soul care about it especially.