Chapter 213: Qi Huan's Death

The night was deep, and a thick darkness like ink shrouded this desolate village.

Feng Yuxiu stood quietly, his eyes as sharp as a hawk's, staring intently at the informant before him.

The informant was currently aiming his gun at the center of Feng Yuxiu's forehead, his voice hoarse and hurried, carrying a trace of nervousness and unease, "Did you agree to the conditions I set?"

Feng Yuxiu frowned slightly, a trace of doubt rising in his heart.

Conditions? Why hadn't Qi Huan mentioned this? And

"Go do the promotion," Ye Li ate two bites of cake; she had eaten little at dinner earlier, and because of the drinking, she really felt quite hungry now.

Ji Shinian gritted his teeth, enduring the bone-piercing pain, while his head felt as if it were about to explode, with a massive amount of information being forcibly crammed in, mixing into a chaotic mess with his own memories; he truly did not know how to describe that torture worse than death.

Chu Xiangsi also noticed his overly scorching gaze, furrowed her brows, looked at Meijue, and said in a calm voice.

A Ke did not understand at all what was going on with her, but Gao Jianli understood; beyond his complicated feelings, it was hard to ignore a touch of joy.

However, this is fine too; I won't have to worry anymore about being afraid that the baby will be affected by my bad moods, and thus not daring to feel even a single bit of negative emotion.

Following Liao Xi's instructions, the other sixteen feudal lords began to reduce their cooking stoves just as Liao Xi had, and although some of them did not understand what exactly was to be done, because of their trust in Liao Xi, they still did not resist.

He had come, but could he change anything? Ye Li turned over; although she was very hungry, she had no desire to eat at all. She just thought repeatedly: Qin Lang had come, could anything change? Could he let her keep this child? Or could he watch Xie Yihan die and remain indifferent? Was that possible?

I don't know how much time passed, but the man's phone vibrated; the buzzing sound was exceptionally clear in the room. Ye Li was startled and tried her best to focus her attention; the man had already answered the phone.

Perhaps because usually no one comes to Shenshoudong, there were no heavily armed guards, so I went in very smoothly.

The growth of each type requires hundreds or even thousands of years to become useful material, while the demands of cultivators are endless; thus, this has caused various raw materials to gradually become scarce, and even slowly go completely extinct.

However, the Nine Provinces Cauldrons are now unified, having formed a connection between each other to become a whole. To control the current Nine Provinces Cauldrons means to control the nine individual cauldrons, which requires even more powerful strength, a completely different concept from when one controlled only a few cauldrons before.

Just when we were at our wits' end, Wang Haoran suddenly appeared behind Gangzi and me. Then, he grabbed Gangzi and me with both hands simultaneously. With a force, he flung us backward. Gangzi and I were actually flung flying away at the same time.

Though she was puzzled in her heart, on the surface Ruan Shu naturally set down her wine glass, politely nodded slightly to everyone to say goodbye, and then followed behind Fu Lingyuan.

She was calculating in her heart that the Moon Essence and the Black Origin Essence were materials at the level of magic treasure embryos, while the magic power she had transferred to him... for her, it could be completely ignored, almost equal to zero.

In reality, she knew very clearly in her heart that although her nephew, the Northern Mansion Yama King Gui Shoutuo, was a Yama King just like Zhang Fan, the difference between them was not just a little bit. The power of this Southern Mansion Yama King was something she had witnessed with her own eyes; not only did he have the strength to kill a Buddhist Venerable, but he also had the courage and spirit to strike, which was the most terrifying thing.

After going in, I did not see the black hand, but I vaguely felt that something existed here.

I knelt on the side until my legs went numb, but I did not get up; I just kept kneeling. Although kneeling could not redeem anything, at least my heart could be a little more at peace; it could be considered atonement.