Chapter 128: Is This Not a Form of NTR?

The familiar white space.

The familiar audience stairs.

The difference this time was that no eyes gazed down from the stairs; instead, a pile of eerie skulls was stacked together, and from their mouths seemed to emanate screams so horrific they made one's hair stand on end, as if they were enduring a pain that not even death could end.

It seemed as though what had formed was not stairs.

But a throne of skulls.

Wu Wang looked at the woman sitting on the throne with a somewhat strange expression.

The bone knife, carrying terrible force, struck Hong Xilie's fist, yet it only sliced open his skin, causing blood beads to seep from his wound, unable to advance even a fraction further.

At this moment, a senior brother from the Tianshan Sect with a particularly short temper, his heart clogged with anger, directly smashed the wine cup in his hand. He was just angry and wanted to vent.

Then, Donagong opened his eyes again; this time it was somewhat different from before, appearing even more fierce and brutal in momentum.

Shang Keqi, the deputy general of Pidao, was like an ant on a hot pan, pacing back and forth in the room, unable to settle down for even a moment.

In a place like City A where land is worth its weight in gold, even the old house she rented that morning cost fifteen hundred a month.

Mu Leng was about to take him to find Su Ciyi, but once in the car, he remembered he didn't know Su Ciyi's contact information at all, and since Su Ciyi had seen his previous appearance, it wasn't suitable for him to appear before Su Ciyi now.

Sitting aside, Situ Yu also said nothing, merely eyeing Xia Hua curiously from the corner of his vision; behind his sunglasses, his eyes sparkled as he constantly speculated about Xia Hua's identity.

Due to the Ice River Lord's own abilities, those attacking Night God Blades turned into a huge lump of ice.

Neither Yang Sichang nor the Emperor and the court had expected Li Zicheng to attack Luoyang Prefecture City.

"Do not say more; they cannot take Leng Yichen away," Xia Hua said through gritted teeth. If someone must take the blame for this matter, let it be her. No one else can get hurt; after all, she wasn't going to live long anyway, at most it would just be a bit earlier.

Ye Qingcheng clenched her lips in anger. Elder Luo, was it? Immediately, Ye Qingcheng formed her palm into a claw without hesitation and struck at Luo San's throat.

The Great Xia Emperor, in order to hold the imperial banquet, even though he disliked Ye Yuxin, still raised Ye Yuxin's name to open the banquet, which was somewhat laughable.

Qin Hui absentmindedly agreed; he never expected the corpse of Helian Ruijue to appear so without warning. He had thought that Helian Ruijue's escape would be the greatest obstacle on Mu Qianxun's path in the future, never imagining he would die so easily.

"Thank you, Peak Lord Li, for your generosity; my young master and I will not decline your kindness." The old man smiled and nodded, thanking Li Mo for his hospitality.

Frowning tightly, lips pressed firmly shut, a trace of panic ignited in his heart; he pulled the horse's reins, turned in two slow circles on the spot, then resolutely abandoned the horse and proceeded on foot.

As for Ye Feng and Mo Wei, along with all the Thousand-Household Commanders and Hundred-Household Commanders, they were all delaying time behind to give the soldiers more time.

Seeing this, Wen Yun'er and that young disciple hurriedly retreated several zhang, watching the two people in the courtyard with tense brows and eyes.

War is inherently unpredictable; in this pitch darkness, who knew the Chinese had dug traps here and dumped excrement into them... But there was no time for him to speak, as footsteps were already coming from outside the pit.

The compass she had been debugging all night left her feeling vaguely exhausted. After a brief breathing exercise at dawn, she hurried out to inspect the results, but before that, she had to let the boy out to get some fresh air.

"Third Sister..." Ye Xiu hesitated, wanting to speak but stopping. Third Sister was already putting on a brave face; if he told her the news of Lai Shengli's death, he feared Third Sister couldn't take it.

Beidou Xing had intended to greet them proactively, but Wang Fang didn't even look at the couple. Beidou Xing knew she was still angry, so she could only give a bitter smile and walk out of the Mingxiao Hall.