Chapter 102: 101, the Yellow-Faced Monk (2/2)

101, the Yellow-Faced Monk (2/2)

Zhou Chang nodded, pointed to his ears, signaling the other two to stuff cotton in theirs and cover them with porcelain bowls.

“We might encounter something unnatural later…” Mao Qi’s voice, under the weight of the corpse-shade, turned grim and hard, “If we all cover our ears, how will we hear each other?”

“We won’t be able to communicate…”

Zhou Chang ignored Mao Qi and still covered his ears with the porcelain bowl.

He didn’t really need to do this, since he could already

Logically, an archer duel shouldn’t end quickly. Archers’ main opponents are other archers; they have ample experience in how to kill each other and evade arrows.

Ji De and Han Ke remained silent inside the house, their deliberations unknown. Ba Shen glanced coldly into the room; to him, Ji De’s suggestion was utterly unnecessary.

“Old Zhou, if Jingzhe runs into trouble, I… will kill you!” Cao Sen couldn’t tolerate his subordinate acting on his own and putting others in danger.

“Boom!” Flames erupted everywhere, scattering the Qilin Fire; likewise, the Martial Emperor trapped within it shattered into fragments. The entire crowd was stunned once more. If the first strike by Nie Shao’s group had been an ambush, this was a direct, legitimate killing of a Martial Emperor.

“Which Li Bing?” Fengxian High School was huge—there were three Li Bings in the first year alone.

Luo Hua beamed at Yan Ji’s praise, radiating confidence. Yue Hun and Yan Ji exchanged a glance and smiled silently.

Chen Luobin saw things turning bad and cursed himself for forgetting to remove his makeup. He bolted, his body whipping up gusts of wind as he vanished like a whirlwind into CCTV headquarters.

Gold surged in his blood-red eyes. Emperor Shi Tian suddenly extended his index and middle fingers, forming a shadow a foot long at the tips—within the shadow, countless silver threads were etched diagonally.

Zhong Miao saw everyone bustling about—chaotic, yet orderly—and let out a sigh of admiration.

She only needed to glance at the recipe, decide the dishes, and when she encountered fresh ingredients or felt like cooking, she’d step to the stove and prepare two meals.

Seeing the Japanese officer’s face light up with joy, Cao Liyang quickly summoned the men to gather before him.

Because I was looking forward to something, that night felt endless to me; I didn’t fall asleep until much later.

After the explosion ended, Ping Tianyi and Xia Tianchong rushed joyfully into the courtyard, directing their men to clear away the collapsed buildings.

My body ached unbearably; seeing Zheng Huaimin’s terrified expression, I realized I was in a dire situation.

After Cheng Yangyang received treatment at the clinic, she was taken back to Liu Dong’s residence; by evening, she woke up.

Now things were good—Liang Hongxia and Wang Baofu hadn’t even started calling out, and already five or six bowls had sold.

When the time comes, you’ll drink Shaozi, Xu Kai will drink hot tea—you’ll drink three cups, he’ll drink a whole pot. I’ll drink you to death, you sniveling brat.

Bai Xi wasn’t much as clan chief, but he doted on his son. His grandfather had been lord of Feihong City; he named his son “Hong,” revealing his high hopes. Bai Xihong, still young, had already broken through the Third Realm—his future held great promise to surpass his ancestors and become the pride of the Bai family.

Shi Lin lay in the far east of the Beast Tribes, a place littered with stones that stood like walls, interwoven through the forest—hence its name, Shi Lin.

The extremely beautiful girl nodded in satisfaction upon hearing the Sword Hero’s introduction; in her view, someone who formally introduced himself must be a man of proper manners.

Under the astonished gazes of Kui Mu Lang and the others, Qi Tianshou’s body flashed with golden light—he had clearly broken through.