Chapter 116: 113 The Second Target

January 21 saw new developments from Xiangjiang short seller Guo Shanfeng, sparking media curiosity and fury among victims.

At ten a.m., Guo Shanfeng’s previously hacked website came back online, displaying a cartoon snake and a single sentence.

—— See you next time.

The sentence appeared in both Chinese and English.

See you next time?

Has Guo Shanfeng ended his short attack on Fen Zhong Media? Will he release no more data?

And has he already acquired a new

“A Song of Smoke and Tears!” Ye Feng missed his strike and once again gathered spiritual energy, sending a stream of qi toward the Wind Sage.

“Why not let Junwa follow you? Your legs aren’t steady—he can keep an eye on you.” Zhang Dabao knew he was just a burden if he kept tagging along.

“What are you two doing together?” The other wife Zhang San mentioned was certainly not Xia Yuhe; who it was went without saying.

“Withdraw quickly! This area has also been ambushed by Huaxia troops—they’re special forces, get out now!” The remaining twenty-plus men sprinted toward the border marker.

“Shutu, why have you stopped now?” asked an elder in the Sikong family’s inner courtyard.

Huang Chao had no idea Lin Yan had sent someone to inform him of the disastrous defeat at Taiping Town; regardless, Lin Yan had led ten thousand rebel troops to attack Taiping Town’s garrison—even if they failed to take it, there would be no real loss, and how many soldiers died meant nothing to Huang Chao.

Officials in colorful robes rose in unison. Duan Jinrui spoke words of encouragement, expressing his high expectations and esteem; as was customary, everyone, though fully aware this was merely a ritual, strained to offer silent, clever flattery.

“What kind of strongest man in the world am I?! Heaven, are you mocking me!” Badak roared to the heavens, his voice echoing across millions of miles.

Xuantian Le turned to An Ran in surprise. His magic was so powerful—if he wanted to harm him, he wouldn’t need to bother. Since he didn’t wish to hurt others, he would understand what he truly desired.

Xudong stir-fried shredded potatoes and made a bowl of egg soup. The staple was rice cooked from Ke Gu rice.

Once he understood these things, Xue Xingran grew slightly more wary of the two elders. But the two elders remained seated, utterly motionless. Time passed in this eerie silence.

“Your son said exactly that. If there was any chaos or delay back then, don’t say my master was unfriendly.” The swordsman spoke with dignity. A swordsman might have no choice but to say something to his enemy, but he could not rely on what he said to himself.

Yan Fuhai truly regarded Qi Shen as his own nephew or younger cousin—perhaps even more than that; in his heart, he cared for Qi Shen more than he did for Yan Zhen and Yan Rui.

Shi Ba froze. What did “better this way” mean? What exactly was “this way”? Did it mean it was better that Gong Lingxuan had become like a child—forgetting everyone and everything—or that it was better to send him away?

I looked down at the form in my hand: Yang Xuan, Master Magician, was the grand finale of this circus.

Duan Shuitan heard this and immediately fled, running blindly with all her might; the imperial guards, wary of provoking her, dared not hinder her too harshly.

Heavenly soldiers above continuously unleashed spells, colorful lights flashing into the thick yellow sand, with occasional cries of agony.

After the battle here ended, Aluba put aside his playfulness, captured the leading third-rank divine lord, and brought him over.

Picking up the receiver, he unexpectedly recalled last night’s kiss—everything she had subconsciously longed for so long had finally arrived, yet it still felt unreal, like a dream, impossibly beautiful.

They did not know Xue Yun’s absorption limit and feared getting too close, lest they meet the same fate as those few clan members; all hastily retreated and launched ranged attacks.