Volume One Chapter Sixty-five: The Epidemic

The guard's words exploded like thunder in the ears of Lin Wantai and Murong Yunyi.
The air instantly froze.
Lan Yuyan walked to the entrance of the Fortune Tower, suddenly halting her steps. She turned and glanced at the street; much of Chen Ao’s men had already withdrawn. After all, it was now clear that Xuanning was not here, and Lan Yuyan’s own numbers were not many, so there was no need for everyone to keep watch.
Wu Wei, as if he hadn’t heard a word, slowly lifted his left foot and stepped forward steadily.
No matter how mild-tempered Lu Qin was, he couldn’t help being annoyed, thinking that he had come with good intentions to advise, yet this stubborn old man was lecturing him instead.
The sailor finished speaking and led the other players away quickly. Seeing them depart, Wu Wei walked to the metal box, attempting to open it, only to find it sealed with some kind of magic. Helpless, Wu Wei simply used the Death Sword to slice the box away layer by layer, until its contents were revealed.
“Don’t ask what you shouldn’t!” He Guoxing glared at the other, while Luo Xingzhou gave an embarrassed laugh and dared not say another word. Though He Guoxing was retired, his years in high office still lent him an imposing presence.
After escorting Shen Mo to his room, Wu Zhao had originally planned to wait until Shen Mo had rested before returning. Shen Mo had said he’d explain all the details now, but Wu Zhao still wanted him to rest well first.
“Aunt Bulma, what happened before wasn’t your fault. If it weren’t for Dr. Gero, you wouldn’t have ended up like this. Let’s forget everything and start anew!” Sun Goten decided to forgive Bulma and give her another chance.
Meanwhile, a man lying on the ground ignored his own blood-soaked body; he crawled on hands and knees to Captain Liu’s feet and clung tightly to his leg.
“Then I’ll take my leave.” Li Yuanchang said, then departed the Eastern Palace Prince’s residence, hurrying back to his own manor.
However, when he entered the living room and saw two strangers, he was visibly startled.
No matter what, the Lin imperial clan was the foundation for stabilizing the Nine Provinces world. If their sacrifice was too great, even if the beast calamity was resolved, there might not be enough to ensure balance in the realm.
Today, the Capital Protectorate is granted, and the new city is established. Three million noble-borns from North India, migrating thousands of miles. If they cannot settle, the people’s resentment will surge; the slightest dissatisfaction will spark rebellion in every city.
“Big brother, Mom says fighting is bad!” Jason said timidly, tugging the corner of his clothes.
Though Luo Li lacked integrity, family matters had to be smoothed over. Being a big brother was never easy; being a good big brother was even harder. He had confidence he could be a good big brother.
After all, he was nothing but a living corpse, surviving only by the power of the Solar Sutra. If the Sutra was stolen, even his soul would turn to ashes.
From then on, Duan Fei never looked at Ji Kaixue again, but walked straight off the Blood Battle Platform, leaving many behind to gossip about his retreating figure.
This time, he was determined to give her a beautiful memory—not let her be anxious and terrified like before, fearing for her life.
A powerful one! Ling Aotian’s pupils suddenly contracted; he realized that the force locking onto him belonged to a truly formidable expert.
After missing his chance twice, the balding middle-aged man now resolved not to let it slip by again, no matter what.
As the saying goes, “The Dao rises by one foot, the demon by ten.” While the Ling Feather Sect guarded against demonic spies, how could the disciples of the Heavenly Demon Sect remain unaware?