Chapter 105: The Southern Tang Lineage

A lone descendant of Southern Tang remains in the world; Taizong searched the realm for twenty years but found none, believing only that he had fled far to foreign lands overseas.

At that time, Zhao Ti told Gao Taotao that a hundred years had passed, long since turned to a handful of yellow earth, a withered bone in the tomb; even if descendants remained, they would surely no longer think of restoring the kingdom. In truth, this was merely words of comfort, for look at Murong Fu: how many years had the Yan State been destroyed, far more ancient than Southern Tang, yet he still thought day and night of forming alliances to restore the old realm.

Zhao Ti closed his eyes slightly; the Great Nian Da Nuo Yi moved swiftly.

Mai Ying and Mai Xi circled back to the camp; Shen Qingming slashed with his sword, and Mai Xi had already been eaten by worms.

After all, one risks so much to seize a place; no one is an indestructible Vajra, and everyone must bear a certain risk.

Lin Xi, who had confirmed that Emperor Jing Guang's breath was entirely gone, moved with lotus steps, walking gracefully forward, her trailing skirt leaving a long mark behind her.

Although he appeared to be a simpleton, his thoughts were in fact very delicate; of course, this delicacy was not something he had possessed before, when he was a butcher, but something slowly cultivated over these few years through restless tossing and turning.

He, Yun Yuyuan, could not withstand the madly out-of-control Jade Mirror Tiger of Bi Qing and was severely injured; at the critical moment, the Phoenix appeared and saved his life. At the same time, he must use Phoenix blood to heal his wounds—naturally, unless examined closely, one would not see this was a trap.

The wind blew, moving the curtains; rain fell with a rustling sound. The sounds of wind and rain seemed especially clear in the empty valley. Unknowingly, the night had grown deep; the rainy night was extremely quiet. Liu Qianzhan held the Chixiao Sword and dozed in a large armchair nearby. Liu Ziyue took a thin blanket, covered him, then turned and left.

Perhaps what she said was reasonable; her demeanor was too calm. Those five did not immediately strike, watching her coldly.

Just as before, when he had stubbornly insisted that the Fourth Imperial Prince was a remnant of the former dynasty, Huang Meng, the newly released General Who Guards the Nation, repeated the old matter today, hoping the Emperor would convict him as soon as possible.

Xuan Er and others also sensed the anomaly and, without agreement, looked down at the nine main generals kneeling on the ground. They saw them still staring blankly toward the throne, with no awareness of being controlled; where was even a trace of a great general's bearing?

The nurses in the outpatient department also showed various expressions; the newly arrived head nurse looked difficult to provoke. Which side should they stand on? Their days ahead would be hard.

In truth, calling it divine calculation and having guessed Wei Dian Dian's thoughts perfectly was just a joke. Actually, Nao Nao's true thought was to set up the vision so that a blind man, seeing him voluntarily abandon resources, might want to take the three wolves into his possession.

There, atop a mountain peak, wind blew and snow fell all day, yet the mountainside was sunny and breezy, surrounded by temples built of paulownia wood, each temple eave carved with dragons.

However, by the time that furious Level Six Demon Beast realized what had happened, few Level Three or Four Demon Beast remained beside it.

"No, I did not... Yes, it is." Those who know the times are heroes; even before death, one can choose the manner. Liu Ke knew he had touched the tiger's tail this time. He lowered his head, accepting his bad luck, hoping Guo Zi would stop and spare his family.

Yin Liangsha caught the whip, raised her gaze, and saw the light-handed girl facing away from Qin Lan and the other extend her hand; the Ming Wang Blade suddenly appeared. She tossed it casually; the Ming Wang Blade flew sharply, slicing through the air, piercing Ye Xue's body and vanishing somewhat into the ground.

Shen Yixuan beside her was gone again. Just like every morning, the bed held not a trace of warmth. She pouted; it didn't matter, for she was already used to it.

"You can't tell at all. Everyone is waiting for your good news. Come on, come on, stop torturing us single people..." Nian Yuan chuckled lightly.

Some rough skin rubbed against her lips, causing a slight itch. Nangong Yue felt her earlobes grow hot; her slender arms instinctively wrapped around his waist.

Therefore, in Lin Feng's eyes, such nonsense about a "fated person" was merely a marketing tactic. If he had not said this to him, would he have felt good spending so much money just to buy a sword?