Chapter 260: A Curse of Love

The Second Battalion of Su Daqing, the Third Battalion of Zhuang Zongquan, and the remnants of the artillery battalion formed the right-wing force, advancing into the Su region via the southern route.

“Auntie Caiyi, your sword can make such a beautiful sound—it’s truly delightful!” Zhu Yanner laughed loudly.

Snowflakes drifted down one by one; both fell silent without speaking. Lu Yun gazed afar at the pagoda, pondering the Silver River Princess’s intentions.

He had assumed that his aunt had given him these items merely to watch over them—that “watching” meant doing nothing, letting them operate on their own. But in reality, it was nothing like that.

What primitive humans had ever witnessed such a thunderous hell? And all without any preparation whatsoever.

Upon hearing the words “Immortal Realm,” Du Gu Yue’s pupils contracted slightly. He didn’t just hear that name—he knew it well. Back then, Yuan Ling had chosen to return to life precisely because the Immortal Realm was in crisis.

As Zhao Bin spoke, he intended to test Tang Ning’an’s reaction, but seeing her cheerful smile, he could detect no emotion—she seemed utterly uninvolved. Zhao Bin’s heart began to tremble; he couldn’t fathom what she was thinking.

Hit myself on the head? Lin Hongfei’s face darkened instantly: Is this girl threatening me in such a way? He regretted his earlier judgment of Wang Erzhu as “honest and simple”—now it seemed this guy was anything but.

A flash of green light pierced straight into Ling Ding’s chest, yet Ling Ding’s fist had already struck Zhuo Lingzhao’s jaw. Both men stood utterly still, as if frozen dead.

Had she not been wearing thick fur clothing, she would have been unable to endure the bone-chilling cold.

Lu Zhan offhandedly suggested, “If you get the chance, test Su Ping’s aptitude—she might be the most gifted among ordinary people.” That’s why she suddenly awakened under stress.

Huang Yu knew the finals of this season were still the Huang-Lv showdown, so the most likely scenario was Baynam guarding Garnett! After all, if Gasol had to directly contend with Garnett, it would drain far too much of Gasol’s energy on defense.

“Damn it, don’t think Wuqu Continent is meant to be slaves—someday, Tianxuan will pay for this!” Looking up at the clear blue sky, Lü Zhiqiang muttered a few curses and followed closely behind.

“Heh heh~ While Haotian hasn’t arrived yet, let’s go meet this Lord of the Nine Heavens.” Zhang Fan’s expression shifted; he immediately stepped onto his flying sword and shot toward the endless abyss at breakneck speed.

Thus, Xun Yu said no more, exchanged greetings with Hong Xiang and Jia Xu, and under Yu Jin’s protection, retreated once again toward the central command.

“Gonglu, Benchu, go well—head to the Naihe Bridge and wait there. It won’t be long before your enemies join you. Then you can kill them again right there on the Naihe Bridge, ensuring those bastards, those magicians, never find rebirth!” Hong Xiang gritted his teeth, the sound sharp and grinding.

Leaving aside how long it would take for the Void Ancient Dragon and the Heavenly Demon Phoenix to produce such a rare herb after death, Wan Qing knew one thing: it would take an immeasurably long time to grow.

Night Ghost Valley was an insatiable sleeper—he slept when he should, slept while traveling in vehicles, slept during idle moments; as long as he wasn’t moving, he slept. Even now, though technically asleep, he was merely closing his eyes to rest. Yet suddenly, the once-bustling street fell utterly silent.

“Brother Jinquan!” Through the dark, deep tunnel, deeper still lay a prison far larger than Coral Island—within its nearly hundred-mile expanse grew all manner of bizarre, twisted plants.

“Will you finally listen to me now? My demand is simple: let my wife and child go! Now!” Naljia had somehow produced a dagger, pressing it against Yuyi’s throat.

As for sincerity, Jiang Chen was too sincere—he simply didn’t feel anything for Li Hui. Men like Jiang Chen can’t be forced. Though he disliked Li Hui, that earnest, trusting gaze filled Li Hui with guilt even at the thought of harming him.

Two incense sticks had passed; Yan Tianyou’s confidence had faltered twice. Could something have happened to Yang Chuyi and the others? His resolve began to waver.

It seemed impossible—Zhu Qingshan would become a discarded pawn if he dared defy Gong Heqiu. What use is a disobedient pawn?

“Nothing’s wrong—just mind your own business!” Shangguan Ao glared at Shangguan Longyu.

It wasn’t until Morser noticed Ellen aging that he began adjusting his appearance to match her growth, striving to “grow” alongside her. But such growth had its limits—and he grew increasingly unable to bear that limit.

“Answer my question first,” Ye Chenming said grimly, reviewing surveillance footage in the deputy director’s office.

Tao Xiu bit his lip, suppressing his reaction for a moment, showing nothing before his students.

Feng Sanshu definitely died in the afternoon; when Ni Yexin and the others left the Feng household, Feng Sanshu was still fine. In such a brief span of time, Feng Qian had a solid alibi—he couldn’t have committed murder.

Though people still pointed and whispered, once they saw the two leave, they all returned to their homes.

Ye Lao Guogong didn’t reply to Liang Zixun’s words—he’d been waiting a long while. The people he promised to bring hadn’t arrived, so he grew impatient and came out to check—and just happened to meet them. It made him seem desperate.