Chapter Fifty-Two: Fright

"Eleventh Young Master, he fell from his horse?" Lady Dugu's eyes widened in surprise, and she asked with concern, "Is he hurt? Is it serious?"

Falling from a horse is no trivial matter, especially when galloping at full speed. If an accident happens, at best one is injured, at worst it could be fatal.

In the northern frontier, every year there are people who break arms or necks from falling off their horses.

"...I’m not sure yet. I only saw Eleventh Young Master being carried into the manor."

"What do you mean by that?" Li Changsheng said coldly. The Nine Fates Sword Technique was one of his greatest secrets, yet Gillis actually knew of it.

At that very moment, her hand was suddenly grasped by Lu Mingsen. She looked at him in surprise, only to find him gazing at her with utmost seriousness.

In the days before the Baiyu people vanished, because he had mentioned to Big Bear that he was going to the Lightning Lizard Territory, the other tribesmen hadn’t thought much of his absence.

In places like bars, men who come up to strike a conversation are all after one thing: a night in bed.

Morning runs, meals, listening to Jiajia’s reports and handling terminal affairs—these unchanging routines made Yan Feng, who had long been away and wandering, feel a touch of nostalgia.

“There is definitely an insider, and I even know who it is.” Xiao Yi smiled with an air of utter ease.

She exchanged glances with Qi Siyu, then with the crestfallen boss, and finally, for the sake of everyone’s sleep, decided to bow her head and apologize.

“The leader is wise and valiant—how could he be deceived by others? Clearly, it is you who harbor malicious intent and plot mischief,” said Master Lingshu.

As the main target of the Baiyu people, the gnoll Segg was sweating profusely, droplets rolling off his rough purple skin as if they cost nothing.

From the names alone, it was clear this was a land of imperial tombs: Maoling was the resting place of Emperor Wu of Han, Pingling that of Emperor Zhao, Anling for Emperor Hui, Changling for Emperor Gaozu, and Yangling for Emperor Jing.

Staring at the words "Tiger Leopard Bank," Simon was utterly baffled. He’d just robbed a bank—was he about to hit another one? Since when did robberies come in succession like this?

The Uchiha clan could be called an anomaly. In this era, ninja ideology had evolved from tribal to village, from village to alliance. Yet the Uchiha remained rooted in their old ways.

Before her second journey to the Dark Continent, everyone in the know, herself included, was well aware that they would inevitably encounter interference from the Gatekeeping Clan.

"Water!" At last, the final nature transformation entered the black sphere. Then, the ten-meter-diameter sphere before them began to expand madly.

The residents of Mafando would not seek out the roots of the undercurrents, but rather adapt to nature and search for ways to cope.

"Senior Yan, you seem to have a lot of faith in Long Teng, but you must realize the kind of people he has offended. Do you really think he could, relying solely on his own strength, reach the shrine?" Tao Beibei asked with a frown.

Now that she had become queen, revered by thousands, all thanks to Qin Yan and the others, how could she possibly betray or break faith with them?

At that moment, ten elven men flew over. Seeing Niu Zichen holding onto Long Teng’s arm, they all froze in astonishment.

Xiao Xian believed he wasn’t as much a genius as Tang San, since twin martial souls were exceedingly rare. Yet, if his plan succeeded... sooner or later, he too would become a thorn in many people’s side.

Life was indeed hard for the common folk these days, but at least those in the quadrangle courtyards had urban household registration and state-rationed grain.

"There are a lot of people here, it's basically packed! But now that you mention it, this restaurant seems empty. How strange!" Just as Ghosthead finished speaking, he paused, as if something struck him. He looked up at the restaurant’s sign, glanced around, and frowned.

In truth, Mingxi didn’t want to part with it either. After all, she had spent money and effort to acquire that rotary shaft.