Chapter 71: She Must Die

Lu Qingqing smelled the scent of burning and knew that Shen Jin was truly serious; otherwise, it would be difficult to hold back that group. Yet obtaining this thing seemed almost impossible.

Each string was adorned with a bell.

Lu Qingqing hesitated; any careless movement could alert others, and she did not wish to lose her life here. But hesitation was not allowed—outside, the noise grew even louder. Lu Qingqing...

She turned to look at the former black-clad men—the original villagers, separated and standing at a distance, unaffected by the chaos—and asked solemnly, “Have you taken any medicines?” By rights, they should also have poison in their bodies, something to keep them under the master’s control.

In a flash, he leaped away, colliding with the figure that pursued him; light flickered, then their paths became impossible to trace. The battle between gods—no trace could be caught.

Du Jiang was stunned at her words, then let out a mocking laugh, an indescribable scorn in his eyes, which now looked at Du Bian with notably less respect.

“If I add myself to the mix, I wonder if that will be enough to force you to back down?” A loud laugh rang out; another middle-aged man strode forward. With each step, he advanced dozens of yards, exuding extraordinary strength.

He watched Wang Shouren’s hurried retreat, unable to shake from his mind the anguished expression of Si Feng.

Only then did Xiao Yue understand Grandfather Yang’s painstaking intentions. No wonder Yang Changfa’s parents had insisted he return to the Yang family after Grandfather Yang’s passing—it was all for the family’s reputation.

At that moment, her gaze cleared for a brief instant, and the voice of Fang Qingyi appeared.

He spoke suddenly; I glanced at him, thinking I’d only ever heard people claim they weren’t drunk, never have I heard someone declare themselves intoxicated.

Su Chenyang released his grip, and the henchman in midair immediately landed hard on the floor. He clutched his neck, coughing incessantly—the suffocation just now had left him gasping.

Chu Xin felt a rush of sweetness in her heart; it turned out that the two of them had long since shared mutual feelings, unbeknownst to themselves. She had been tangled between Ming Yeshang and Jun Nuo, never realizing the real fool had been herself, while his intentions had always been so clear.

Lin Shengxia did not spare Gu Zekai a single glance as she walked toward the door. Her beautiful, cold face was as solemn as if frost had settled upon it. The closeness they’d just begun to build seemed to have dissipated in an instant.

In fact, it was a stroke of extraordinary fortune for him. He had never imagined that a simple act of caution—inviting Lin Yu for a meeting—would bring such a “shocking” outcome. Had he known, he would have paid Lin Yu a visit long ago, instead of waiting until now.

Their voices sounded strange, as if made only by the collision of teeth and bones.

In other words, if Song Ziyue truly had feelings for her, then Granny Yuan Wu would not now be Cui Ling.

Qin Lang’s deep eyes narrowed slightly; his handsome face betrayed no trace of emotion. Whatever his true feelings, they were not easily discerned.

That being so, perhaps a little extra effort was warranted. While it’s impossible for all one hundred thousand soldiers to taste it, at least the deputy generals who frequently entered the command tent could enjoy a bite.

“Mm…” On hearing this, Dongfang Ye pursed his lips, as if not quite convinced by Dong Qi Huang’s meaning.

Lan Tianxiang pointed at Ning Qian, intending to berate her, but he was left coughing, his face flushed bright red, as if he couldn’t catch his breath and his chest was tight with pain.

With the hundred trillion immortal crystals knocked by Watanabe, Huang Zheng’s wounded spirit was at last somewhat compensated.

The scene was a chaotic mess; no one knew what they were saying, nor did anyone understand what those beside them were saying.

Yuchi Jia waved his hand, and in an instant, the white skeletal figure turned to ash, scattering into the sea.