Chapter 123: What Kind of Divine Being Is He Anyway?

Poet of Wanquan Division.

When Yun Ze saw the other’s ID, he let out a breath of relief.

Good, it’s not [The Unmourned].

The guy’s behavior and strength were utterly beyond his ability to judge.

Who knows what kind of sudden situation I might run into if I stay with him?

“Wait a minute! Why did you get to town before me?”

Before the other could get close, Yun Ze suddenly noticed something was off.

I should be

“Then why are you showing up here? If you’ve already been liberated, there’s no reason to come looking for us.” Xiao Qiang’s confusion was reasonable—if all this were true, they no longer had any purpose to exist.

“This is~” Xiao Qiang didn’t know how to describe his inner state—he felt the same suffocating frustration Bei Mu the bastard had shown him in the hospital, that helpless feeling of preparing to sacrifice everything only to punch cotton! You got ready for a bloody battle, then played house with me?

“I feel like you’re planning to kidnap me!” Xiao Qiang’s paranoia flared up again! His fingers refused to touch the hood; his eyes darted toward the direction he’d come from.

Fang Zetao let out a deafening roar, retreating rapidly—CRASH!—he slammed into the pavilion railing, toppling backward onto the grass outside, his face drained of color, blood spurting from the string, dripping onto the railing and ground, horrifyingly so.

“Take the risk—if I get my hands on these things, I’ll hide somewhere. One day, I won’t fear anyone.” Thinking this, his movements turned wild again.

“Colonel Leng, it’s useless. Even if we hold our ground and wait for reinforcements, the Japanese machine guns and artillery won’t give us a chance.” An officer spoke—it was the commander of the First Regiment under Lei Dingtian.

But to Zhou Weiguo, all this was just a few pieces of news. This turning-point battle would last months, and this year, good news would arrive from several other fronts as well.

Zhang Song and Fa Zheng conspired to betray Liu Zhang and surrender Yizhou to Liu Bei. That same day, Fa Zheng rode to Jiangling to meet Liu Bei, welcoming him into Shu and aiding Liu Zhang in attacking Zhang Lu in Hanzhong—but he and Zhang Song had already agreed on a different plan, one that could only be explained upon meeting Liu Bei.

That Senior Brother Wang trembled with thunder, as if a celestial god descended—countless lightning serpents surged over his body, transforming into streams of thunderous light that surged toward Yang Xiao.

Xiao Qiang helped the slightly concussed An Ya to the wall—she could no longer assist in the coming battle.

The good life, free from want, had just begun; the peaceful joy of raising grandchildren had just started—and yet the person was gone? Why do the good die young? I raged at heaven, but heaven gave no answer.

Jiang Lan’s business was stable; after widespread cultivation of chili peppers, Xiang Man Lou finally had enough spice for its fiery hotpot.

At first, the numb fairy girl had sunk into despair. But as she gradually became familiar with the brothel’s ways, she changed—became an entirely new person.

Zhao Dashan drove Jiang Lan’s carriage into the courtyard, unhitched the horse, and tied it to the big tree in the yard.

Everyone knew that during the Yipin Xuan auction, Wen Ren Luan was attacked by a bandit—but few knew she had bid for the finale item to present to Empress Wu. Liang Wang’s words carried hidden meaning.

Sun Xu smiled faintly; in Sarah’s delighted gaze, his figure gradually faded until he vanished completely.

Afterward, their attendants also tried to leave, but Wen Ren Luan hadn’t paid her forty taels of silver; one of them paid on her behalf, and only then did the shopkeeper allow them to go.

Linglong’s bounty was only 2.8 billion, but everyone knew she was worth 4 billion.

Just then, the oil reached boiling point. Ignoring the intense heat around me, thinking the matter would soon be resolved, I unhesitatingly pulled the previously sealed antique from my pocket.