Chapter 62 Do not push your luck!

In truth, compared to the things Qi Hehe had done, Liu Yuan’s bullying of Gu Yao was much more of an exclusionary nature.

To put it simply, it was isolation.

No matter how good your relationships with everyone used to be, you would suddenly find yourself shut out by the crowd, existing in this world like a phantom, completely unnoticed.

Because of this, Gu Yao even missed a physics competition where she was supposed to represent the school, because no one bothered to tell her that the venue had been changed.

Amidst the maddening silence, someone let out a terrified scream, and fear swept across like the biting wind of midwinter, freezing the blood of every hunter present as they stared wide-eyed, unable to believe the dead hunter before them.

The final outcome was that out of the two hundred and forty-three inner sect disciples, one hundred and fifty volunteered to go to the border.

Jin Chong could not quite put his finger on what this feeling was; he only felt that it was entirely different from ordinary folk in the outside world, as well as martial artists.

As soon as Ding Si left, Sister-in-law Ding hurried over to the doorway to peer outside, then quickly shut the door. Her furtive, rat-like demeanor left Mo Chen utterly baffled.

The others in the entourage hurriedly searched their own gear for antidote potions. Anyone who managed to survive on the battlefield or in the wild knew the basic common sense of carrying essential emergency supplies, and antidote potions were among them.

"She doesn't have a boyfriend, but Wang Yuhan is the campus belle! The guys lining up to chase her could stretch down the entire hallway!" Huzi said to Ye Long.

Whether it was the tit-for-tat intense clashes with Lin Lei or the scheming against Lin Ping, he needed time to digest the insights he had gained from those battles.

Xieye Yunxiang was already prepared to die; could he really act like a cowardly rat who abandons a friend to save his own skin?

Goguryeo, a nation that millions had failed to conquer, was taken by Qin Feng at the cost of barely three hundred men?

Although she had initially been extremely dissatisfied with Tang Ming as a bodyguard, after spending this long together, she had developed a reliance and even affection for him. Earlier, thinking about how Tang Ming might eventually leave, she had felt a pang of reluctance, and she had never expected that he would actually be leaving now.

The mottled and ancient Monument of Buried Gods stood quietly at the edge of the grassland. Not far from the monument, the old shepherd still sat expressionlessly upon that polished, gleaming bluestone.

Yue Qian, however, clenched her fists tightly within the passageway, staring at Wang Yang with a face full of suppressed fury, looking as though she wished she could tear Wang Yang limb from limb the moment she appeared, just to show him the might of the demon race.

"Hehe~ Please convey to Her Majesty that I certainly will not let her down," the woman known as Aunt Xueji said with a charming laugh.

"My Lord, this Military Advisor Pang is simply too arrogant and dismissive of authority. He mobilized so many troops without even informing you first. This is tantamount to treason, and his crime deserves death."

Before it could finish spitting out the rest of its words, it was swallowed by a flash of lightning. Even before this beam of thunderous light had fully faded, the next one followed closely behind. Arm-thick bolts of lightning cascaded down from the sky one after another, completely obscuring Judah's figure.

Meanwhile, Kong Rinzong's generosity caused the surrounding martial artists dining nearby to look over, whispering to one another in hushed tones, though it was unclear what they were discussing.

Chen Feng simply looked on and asked, "Is there something you need, Miss Zhuque?" His expression was filled with confusion as he directly posed the question.

"No nonsense, let's begin!" Seeing that the three of them were ready, Da Wuhui flicked his left hand, and a wisp of True Samadhi Fire materialized in his palm.

Gu Hao, however, merely smiled, and that trace of killing intent was instantly dispelled by his sunshine-like smile. He Jun blinked upon seeing this, shook his head, and continued to look up at the sky.

The ancients said that a full moon brings reunion among people. The moon was already full now, but why was it still impossible to wait for a reunion? Jun Wuyan let out a soft sigh. The air was laced with a faint scent of face powder, accompanied from time to time by distant shouts or cries of pleasure. Jun Wuyan felt himself growing more and more lonely.