Chapter 110: The Empty Grave

I had no time to waste on Black Jacket, so I hung up with a sharp click.

Black Jacket must have been utterly stunned on the other end of the line.

That man would never miss a good opportunity to make money.

Besides, that pure white lotus had always been a thorn in all our hearts.

Everyone wanted to know what, exactly, lay behind that pure white lotus.

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Yet now, within the Zheng family compound, where nearly all the supreme experts of the three great clans had gathered, every powerhouse was seething with murderous intent.

“Heh.” Feng Luoye let out a soft laugh. His pupils contracted, and in the blink of an eye he suddenly tilted his body to one side. As inertia carried the dagger in his right hand across Tian Zhihen’s shoulder, he pivoted on his right foot and spun a full one hundred and eighty degrees.

Under the attacks of Du Ziteng and Four-Leaf Clover, the four Demon Towers were utterly outmatched. They were dealt with in little more than ten seconds.

Ye Chen naturally had his reasons for doing what he did. Guided by that principle, the three of them refrained from asking out of curiosity why he had made such a conspicuous display of his medical skills.

“Oh, that’s good. I’m staying at his house. He and his younger brother saved me.” In that sense, they were my rescuers. Though I really did not want to tell all this to a stranger, I owed them a debt of gratitude and could only answer obediently.

By the time his voice rang out, Feng Luoye had already acted. Only by leaping suddenly could he evade Tian Zhihen’s vicious strike. But since he was sprinting, he could do nothing but exert all his strength to vault over Tian Zhihen and land ahead of him.

He was afraid that he would not get far before that old bastard Haotian caught him and dragged him back. When that happened, his fate certainly would not be pleasant.

Her features remained just as they had been five years ago, seemingly unchanged in the slightest. Even though her injury had left her complexion somewhat pale, it only added a touch of icy aloofness to her beauty.

Feng Yaotian suddenly gripped the sword hilt with both hands and wrenched it forcefully to the left. A trace of contempt flashed in his eyes. The blade dragged across the dagger, and he sprang past Tian Zhihen in a single stride. Yet the sword had also cut into his body, sending droplets of blood spraying through the air.

The dazzling sunlight outside the window seemed even more piercing in Chen Naixi’s eyes, so much so that he felt a dull ache—not only in his eyes, but in his heart as well.

A fierce battle was raging atop the giant serpent. Mu Qianyu attacked Qin Muyu as though she had gone mad.

“You all kneel as well!” he shouted harshly. Everyone who had followed him dropped to their knees.

Li Sisi glared angrily at the entrance to the prince’s residence. Several guards stood there with long sabers in hand, watching her. Their faces were cold as frost, and they looked nothing like men who would allow her inside.

The phrase “consumed by lust” said it all. He had seen the thing the Blood Fiend Twins once gave him to save his life, something resembling an erotic illustrated manual.

As usual, after discovering that glimmer of golden light, she continued tirelessly to comprehend the Heavenly Demon Seal. The Carefree King’s Seal did not even warrant her attention.

Thus, without the slightest hesitation, he pulled the “Extraordinary Three Kingdoms: Lü Bu Summoning Ticket” from his mental space.

“Hello, Auntie.” Mu Fan extended his hand with easy grace and greeted her politely.

“Sister Xia Ting, don’t get agitated just yet. What good would it do for you to go over there now? Have you forgotten my cousin’s attitude during the wedding ceremony? Even if you went, let alone getting to the bottom of what happened, you might not even be able to see him.” Though Dong Ling was worried about Chen Shijun’s safety as well, she was still able to keep her head.

Song Qi’s parents were both factory workers. Even without overtime, they could not get home before half past five each day.

“General!” Temir shouted. Nearly a hundred soldiers had already been struck by the enemy’s overwhelming force, spitting blood as they collapsed unconscious.