Chapter 127: 125. The Irritation Banner (4K)

125. The Irritation Banner (4K)

"Why is Widow Village considered especially sinister?"

Stone Egg blinked blankly and asked aloud.

Though young in years, he had already been through the darker sides of the world.

In the little village where they lived, widows were usually the easiest targets for bullying.

A village full of widows — what could possibly be sinister about that?

At those words, the blind youth flushed crimson for some reason, his lips trembling as he said, "Any man who steps into Widow Village—"

Gong He nodded and reached to take it, but his sharp eyes caught something; he pulled his hand back and picked up a tuft of white hair from one end of the sofa.

"Could Lü Tianming's Profound-rank martial art already have reached the Perfection realm?" the man asked again.

Blake felt that if he didn't even offer the honored guest a sip of tea, and instead dragged his own Lady into treatment the moment she walked through the door, it would be terribly impolite no matter how he looked at it.

By the time I noticed, it was already too late — he suddenly lunged and kicked. I couldn't dodge at all; he kicked me flying, and I crashed into the bamboo rack, nearly passing out.

Thinking that those demon beasts had actually turned this place into their lair, Ying Nantian and the others were at a loss for words. Fortunately, those demon beasts didn't really know how to cultivate using these top-grade spirit stones — otherwise, they would have missed out on a tremendous stroke of fortune.

If the people of Divine Dragon Village had stayed forever within that sealed heaven and earth, Wang Dong would never have spoken those words to Elder Le today. But the Wang family was clearly about to relocate to the Spirit Power Continent, and under such a complex environment, the way Divine Dragon Village currently existed would likely be hard to sustain for long.

Next was Qinling. I had specifically checked the map, planning to go straight from Hailing City, and it took me a long time before I finally found Qian Qian and the others' thatched cottage.

His heart-rending howl echoed through the entire space, heartbreaking to hear, tear-inducing to listen to.

This is a gentleman — a gentleman's oath, an oath made to a gentleman who is like a "friend." Perhaps in this life he and I can never become friends, but he is more worthy of respect and trust than any friend.

Fourth was the leader — for the sake of his brand-new Hermès bag, he too had to charge forward without a care! Though he is actually a very gentle person.

Jiao Xuan slowly opened the wooden case. The great sword, over a zhang long, though wrapped in coarse cloth and oiled paper, still faintly shimmered with blue light. Especially under the bright blue sky of broad daylight, the deep-blue ghostly glow flickered again and again, making the martial-world figures gathered around the practice field stare without blinking, their throats working from time to time.

Just how powerful that Savage God skeleton was in combat, they had seen with perfect clarity from the earlier battle.

Moreover, Li Yan's attire was very simple. Anyone with a major background would invariably be wearing specially made defensive clothing, or at the very least a protective talisman given by their clan. Yet Li Yan was only wearing the disciple uniform distributed by the hall, without even a single decent ornament — from which one could see that Li Yan's background was not great.

"First, I want absolute authority to handle this, with no interference from anyone," I said, because I knew that when facing those terrifying things, I had to make sure no one would interfere with me — a single slip and I would fall into an irrecoverable abyss.

Lü Feng's eyes went dizzy just looking at it, but when it came to matching couplets, he was still quite confident, and he rested his chin on his hand, thinking.

In fact, the moment Sun Wukong placed his hand on the Daoist's wrist, the "unconscious" Daoist's body jolted, wanting to pull his wrist free, but he held himself back.

Yu Ze reined in his smile a little, and was just about to speak when Yu Xingran said, "Don't rush to speak — look at this first." Yu Xingran pointed at the tome on the table.

The speed at which his control was improving could truly be called leaps and bounds. At this pace, in less than three days, his control would be able to break through to nineteen-tenths.

Zhao Jie's smoking was different from mine and Old Black Wang's — he inhaled very slowly, as if savoring the flavor or numbing himself; a single half-cigarette took him over two minutes.