Chapter 104: 103. The Two Generals Who Died Unjustly! (2/2)

103. The Two Generals Who Died Unjustly! (2/2)

The pockmarked red-robed monk stood among the crowd, hands clasped in prayer.

Around him, countless lion boys had their surface veins bulging— in an instant, all their blood exploded into mist, converging toward the pockmarked monk!

Every single lion boy perished!

Blood streamed through the air, forming flowing ribbons that curled around the pockmarked monk, making his monk’s robe appear even more vividly red.

The spot where the pockmarked monk stood seemed to become the epicenter of a massive explosion.

The lion boys around him

At this moment, only five fighter jets remained to escort the Gneisenau, the rest having been shot down in the previous air raid, diverted to protect other ships, or returned to base due to fuel depletion.

In Jingyang, where you might hit a prince by simply knocking over a tree, the Shuntian Prefecture held immense authority—even the right to appear directly before the Emperor—but its rank was low.

Upon returning, he went straight to Luo Zeng and recounted everything that had happened that day.

When Li Xiaohan saw Gu Mocheng, her expression showed no great change; she cast him a cold glance.

“A professor? All of them?” That explains it—many university professors today demand their children work part-time to support themselves; after spending these days with Liao Xue’er, Ye Qing truly felt her upbringing was excellent.

He always felt that two people who cared for each other shouldn’t end up worse than strangers.

From the moment Liu Xiaolan spoke in the morning to when Gu Mocheng deliberately sent Zihan away, she had been holding a knot of anger inside.

“This must be Young Master Zou?” At that moment, a fifty-year-old man with a shaved head and thick reading glasses walked in. As soon as he entered, he reached out to shake Zou Yang’s hand.

After the boarding announcement, she followed Gu Mocheng into first class, her face revealing no emotional fluctuation.

As Chen Feng’s cold shout echoed across the cosmos, the strange void stretching across the distant sky trembled—then split open. A golden figure slowly stepped forth, flickering through space until he appeared a hundred zhang away from Chen Feng.

Life should have moved toward something better, but her son’s sudden death struck the two like a bolt from the blue. Without their child, Shu’s father and mother did not know how to face tomorrow.

“The Immortal King Domain Lord sent messengers several times these past days, ordering you to leave your seclusion immediately and proceed to the Immortal King Star Domain,” Long Zhan said slowly.

But this reminded me of the vanished bones I buried behind the gas station—could he have returned? Is he here to claim my life?

He was desperately trying to distance himself here, but Feng Jun had already returned to the dormitory, packed his belongings, prepared to leave, and gone downstairs straight to the mobile phone store.

After all, Victory Team had only so many members—there was simply no way to assign more people to operate the Atlantis.

I know her leaving may have been because I hurt her too deeply. If she hoped I’d come after her, she wouldn’t have gone far—but so many days have passed, and she hasn’t shown up at all.

The three pressed forward through dust and fatigue; fortunately, the servants who followed them had never been mistreated by these two masters—they ate well enough to keep up, otherwise they would have collapsed long ago.

Jian Han gave a self-deprecating smile, glanced once at the ice cream on the ground, thought nothing more of it, and turned to leave.

But the door began slowly opening, revealing Qin Yuanhang in casual home attire, smiling warmly and at ease—Wen Xin felt disoriented. The images of her imprisonment by wolf and tiger surfaced again in her mind.

Clearly, the top leadership was only testing to see whether Guo Zhuocheng needed anything—they hadn’t prepared much at all.