Chapter 236

"Low, despicable tactics..."

"Unworthy to be a son!"

The prince's black-and-white face paint had been completely smudged by sweat flowing like water.

His ashen face blended with the black and white pigments.

Making his already fanged zombie visage even more grotesque.

Strangely, beneath his ashen skin lurked an unnatural flush.

It made him feel that even raising his arm was far harder than usual.

Rip—

Blood gushed from his arm; his black blade, along with his arm, snapped and vanished before his eyes, the hand that held the knife streaming blood, staining the ground red.

Shen Qingqiu wore her hair in a bun today, a blue sweater on top and white wide-leg jeans below.

For instance, the scene foretold by the Death Simulation: after defeating the Seven-Star Dragon, he died days later at home from dragon scales.

The audience leaving the theater carried the revelry with them, adding warmth to the chilly, desolate autumn evening.

"No need—I brought only Zhang Wu with me. Our mountain bandits have few officers; if we all went to the enemy camp, we'd have no one left to guard our base. Moreover, once I leave, you must remain ever vigilant against a surprise attack."

Pan Shi and the soldiers rejoiced at this, expressing their gratitude to Li Sandao; their brotherhood ran deep, and staying together was the best outcome.

"Hey, Zhou Ming, you never go out—why were you gone all day today?" His roommates turned to look at him as he returned; one asked.

At that moment, a tear the size of a bean slipped from Yu Chu's eyes, landing on Pei Yancheng's wrist.

In a daze, the three-eyed owl before him seemed to gather mist, as if a demon-eyed elder could be seen within.

The dwarf chieftain's voice carried both fury and helplessness; finally, he let out a defeated snort and fell silent—he had some leverage held against him by the dukes.

The three ancestral elders of Xuanyuan felt helpless, but since Xuanyuan Yihan insisted on staying, they had no choice but to remain too, believing that if Jing Yi still didn't appear after a day or half a day, no one would wait any longer.

After setting it up, I cried out "Start!"—mist curled around us, though to the soldiers outside, nothing appeared changed.

Song Jian's eyes lit up instantly; he loved watching legendary heroes fight to the death, whether they were villains or heroes—this moment gave him a sense of tragic grandeur.

These two men were either dragons or tigers; stepping into Xiangyang stirred up storms. If this commandery office were a wolf's den, even the wolf Liu Biao would tremble—how much more so these rats and ants? Precisely because of this, every move they made became the standard by which those in the hall measured themselves, their hearts restless and uncontrollable.

"So your society is down to just the two of you now?" Deng Zecheng asked, feigning ignorance—yet he wanted to test whether the folk society claiming to possess exorcism tools had a higher survival rate.

Girls had confessed to him before, but none were as shrewd as Xia Meiqi, who had started by bribing Zhou Hongtao's buddies.

After telling her brothers everything, Shen Jiaojiao felt utterly relieved; receiving her family's blessing had always been her greatest wish—now half of it was done, and she rolled happily across the bed.

Frontier soldiers were mostly fierce and battle-hardened; the wolfish nature of nomadic peoples could not be erased, no matter how many years passed—but their weakness was equally stark: poor military discipline.

"You—you heartless bastards—how dare you laugh at me? This is outrageous!" Zhou Renyan, provoked beyond reason, spoke incoherently.

"Also? Did he attack other camps too?" Ege Shao'er, even if slow-witted, now sensed something amiss. His huge, copper-bell eyes swept back and forth; seeing Duotamu slumped in despair, they held a silent question.