Chapter 941: Who Says This Row Is Over? It

The company commander, deputy commander, and political instructor were talking, while Sergeant Crazy Dog Guo Yongchao sat there in a completely unrefined manner.

As we drew closer to the frigid Nine Youmingyu , my consciousness gradually blurred, and in a daze, a fleeting thought crossed my mind: in this cycle of rebirth, would I ever meet A Xia and Linda again?

“Li Marquis, you’re flying that big thing, and you didn’t even call us!” Cheng Yaojin grumbled.

“We won’t make it to Hu County—we’ll be surrounded by imperial troops any moment now,” he said, glancing back at the pursuing enemy not far behind.

Fortunately, it was already very late; the Chen household had shut their doors and windows, everything dark and silent—clearly, Chen Zhongtian, Chen Banxia, and Chen Senlin had all long since fallen asleep.

The man looked over fifty, his demeanor gentle as jade, utterly free of worldly Qixi , plain, ethereal, dreamlike and illusory.

“No problem, just a few petty thieves—what can they possibly do?” Sergeant Gao replied indifferently in a low voice.

We hurried over. It turned out that Uncle Dachuan felt the danger had exceeded controllable limits and that too many mysteries remained in the tomb chamber, so he urged Gao Maocai to halt the expedition and recommended an early withdrawal; Feng Shui Zhou, however, insisted on opening the main coffin and persistently urged Gao Maocai not to return empty-handed.

But the situation left no time for Lorin to think further; the instinct for survival snapped him out of his terror. He scooped up the unconscious Pipi Mouse and turned to run.

“Who are you? Why do I always feel I’ve met you before?” I asked coldly, staring at him.

“...I don’t know, I really don’t know,” An Ge moaned, her head throbbing as if about to explode; she could only mutter those words, her mind flooded with chaotic thoughts, unbearable pain.

Regardless, he refused to lose to Ji Kairui. Hang Yi decided not to return to the cabin—he joined the watch on the sea surface.

“That won’t happen—open conflict is always bad,” Qin Er’s heart sided with Li Ling; Gao Shiman was also a friend he genuinely liked.

Quan Mo lifted his gaze to the crystal chandelier, then glanced at the bodyguard; ten seconds later, high heels appeared steadily in his hand.

“Son, don’t worry about me and your father—just run!” At the critical moment, it was still Mother who thought only of her child—but how could I run away now? To trade my parents’ lives for my own survival—that kind of person is worse than an animal.

He knew Su Wanniang must be terrified; even though the covert agent’s report only said she discovered the secret passage and was returned to the thatched cottage by the tomb mountain’s guards, after so long, all he could picture in his mind was Su Wanniang’s tear-streaked face, like a pear blossom drenched in rain.

Although he had killed the golden giant turtle, Chen Luo had to admit its shell’s defense was astonishing—his initial strike had left only two shallow fist impressions, failing to pierce it at all.

As the rising dust gradually dispersed, Chen Qian met a fate of total annihilation; no matter how many schemes or calculations he had made in life, they no longer concerned him.

“Wang Song, you’ve done it again—you’re truly our Kui Sect’s savior!” Lin Hao patted my shoulder.

“Xia Ranmo, dare you?” Xia Ranmo’s words once again stoked Xing Yicheng’s fury.

Ling Xuezhi smiled inwardly on his bed—he wasn’t pretending to be deep; his brother’s appearance had simply stunned him too much, especially in that manner.

Thus, sleep charms, silence charms, illusion charms—all useless; Yinyueyuan was now impossibly distant to Tianjing. He He Yunyang sadly realized he had been defeated by a baby—a baby who knew no martial arts, had no strategy, yet had defeated the mighty He Yunyang with the ultimate techniques: nursing, drinking water, and wailing loudly.

Wang Zhu disbanded the newly recruited two hundred thousand Qi soldiers under Guan Ying, sending them home to farm. These men were extremely weak in combat; keeping them would only waste food and be hard to manage. Leaving them in Qi risked rebellion; taking them along risked compromising military intelligence—they had to be disbanded.

But they never imagined their race was fundamentally soulless—merely the product of someone else’s efforts. In truth, they were even inferior to the other eleven races already extinct.

The Death Scythe flew with uncanny precision into the hands of each skeletal warrior. Thousands of skeletal soldiers, as if receiving a unified command, knelt in unison toward the empty air where Yue Lingfeng stood.

Shu Yi no longer hesitated—he extended his arm and slashed across the surface; his sharp aura cut through unprotected skin, blood gushing onto the statue.

“Without Ripping Death Strike, see how you’ll deal high damage,” Ji Luo Youxin said smugly.

Patrick Hines was an old man with completely white hair and beard. He looked exactly as Gong Hao had imagined: wearing a long mage’s robe, topped with a comical pointed hat, holding a staff.

All that effort to distance myself from Jiang Qingwan—and now she’s my creditor.

A joyful laugh spilled from my lips; it seemed the girl I liked had begun to look at me differently.

Thinking of Xu Muzhou’s long-hidden affection for her, watching her date Jiang Chuan, Xiao Qingru felt a pang of sympathy for him.

She recognized Mo Qingqing’s bones—after Mo Qingqing married, she once returned to the Sun family injured; one of her fingers had broken and been improperly reset.

She flipped her wrist, her swordplay dazzling, its power more than doubled from before.

After all, compared to Lu Boting, who had nearly driven Ye Li to desperation just a month ago, this was a world apart.

Somehow, whenever Jiang Qingwan and I appeared together in the same scene, it always ended in farce.

Afterward, many gathered around Nan Qing and Qi Yu for photos; both patiently accommodated everyone.

In her eyes, a mass of black mist filled the forest, yet this blackness carried an odd vitality.

“Need a wooden tub? How big?” Lan, who had been carefully identifying herbs, turned to Tang Guo at once.

Ye Yunxi simply tilted her head carefree and indifferent, her face showing no trace of avoidance or embarrassment—only calmness, as if she were merely enjoying someone’s service.

Ye Yunxi smiled freely, lounging lazily in the boss’s chair, her black hair slipping down like fine silk.

Mo Yan, relying on absolute god-tier prediction, aside from being tricked at the start due to respect for elders, spent the rest of the time steadily building advantage and finally secured victory.