Chapter 201: All of Them Are Mine

Hearing this, the Child Elder's small face grew solemn, and her eyes rolled.

Zhao Ti tapped the table lightly with his finger, a half-smile on his lips.

The Black Bear and the others at the door were all stunned, every gaze turning to the little girl.

The two women sensed something was wrong, suddenly realizing: how could the Child Elder appear here, and looking so pitifully meek?

The Child Elder was in the period of reverting to a child through the Heaven-Earth Eternal Undying Youth Art, her cultivation only equivalent to a few years — coming here would be like a lamb walking into a wolf's den, wouldn't it?

Could it be—

Three years after the previous life, it was still this homestead, still two households with two three-and-a-half-story buildings, and the two brothers could only each scrape together a little over twenty thousand yuan.

It was not Feng Wuqing, nor Feng Chen any longer; if one had to say, it was merely a segment of conscious memory.

The last few words seemed spoken with immense resolve. Huiwu and Dayan exchanged a glance, then nodded.

Only now did Li Yan seem to recall that the lord before him had never actually claimed to be a member of the Yu family of Xiandu — every bit of affection had been wishful thinking on their own part! At the thought of the charge of fabricating a Yu family disciple, Li Yan now truly couldn't even cry.

Qin Yibai let out a low, hoarse roar, abruptly withdrew the palm that had been about to slap down into the meat shop, forcibly swallowed the fury in his heart, turned, and left.

Having said that, he rode the wind and rose, soaring higher and higher, looking down from midair, and activated his elemental vision. A patch of dark, sinister yin-energies emerged, all laid bare before his eyes, their location plain to see.

Have they no sense of aesthetics? Or is the aesthetic sense of these beastmen simply the opposite of the human race's?

The face of the maid called Dongxiang was covered in red bumps, some even oozing pus — a thoroughly disgusting sight.

Seeing Qin Yibai tumbling among countless meteorites, spinning as he drew closer to the monster's gaping maw, in the next instant he would plunge into the creature's never-seen belly and be utterly lost.

After the meal, Shen Qinglan nestled beside Lin Shi, listening to Lin Shi chat with Nanny Zhao, and only then learned that the dozen or so soldiers who had followed them all the way were subordinates of Hu Junfeng of the Northern Pass, dispatched to escort the Shen family party.

Still, she had come — because she wanted to see exactly how Second Master Shen intended to handle this matter: he actually wanted to meet her together with Shuangshuang, as if she would be afraid.

He wants to try it out? Take that mountain of talismans and blast them over, just to "try it out"? Is this guy insane? Among the three hundred-plus elite soldier-figures, some showed doubt. The wall of talismans opposite was more than any of them had seen in their entire lives — they had to move, they simply couldn't stand there like great fools waiting to be beaten.

Shen Miaoge knew what Hongxiu was about to do. Seeing that Hongxiu had already gotten into the carriage, he no longer held back his fury: it was time to let every branch and courtyard of the Shen family know that he, Shen Miaoge, was no spineless weakling — if they wanted his life, they had better weigh their own weight first.

His heart gave a small leap, and Nilak directly merged with the Water-Blue Plane. After briefly sensing the situation across the five continents, Nilak took two strides at a time, crossing a distance of ten thousand li in an instant, and appeared in a forest.

While Chu Yu couldn't help secretly sighing in admiration, an intense wariness and guard rose unbidden in her heart: the thing she had long pondered, Rongzhi understood in an instant upon hearing her mention it — this youth was simply too clever, so clever it frightened her a little.

Ignoring the skeletal warrior's presence, the steel behemoth charged straight ahead with an unstoppable momentum.

The endless darkness left Fang Jiaxu unable to struggle; the ache in his heart was like losing the dearest of kin, and he kept his eyes tightly shut, his brow deeply furrowed.

And once the distance shortened, Nilak's Dragon-Slaying Sword once again began to exert its power — the dragon-soul resentment force on the blade howled madly, the force assailing the giant dragon's soul actually causing Deyanio's soul, whose will was already wavering, to fall into disarray.

For example, a week ago, a youth so frail he looked as if a gust of wind could blow him away came to the consulting room, and Sun Buzhou employed this very method.