Chapter 34 (To be rewritten)

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“So during the Dragon-Phoenix Catastrophe, Ancestor Luohu took advantage of the fact that all three dragon, phoenix, and qilin clans had been gravely wounded, led the demons in to quell the chaos, and simply wiped out all three clans. That was certainly violent enough.” Just thinking about it made Pipa feel a little frightened.

A soft laugh came from the corner. Yet the voice was so shrill that it was impossible to tell whether it was laughter or weeping. In a hoarse murmur, it said, “I’m going to kill Huan’er. I’m going to kill Huan’er.” Again and again, as though under a vicious curse.

There had originally been three rats, but gradually two more appeared. It seemed the first three belonged to one family and the latter two to another, and before long they began fighting. Their squeaking rang out without pause. Jiangnan sat up, brought over a chair, and settled down in the corner to watch the five rats battle it out.

The Duke of the East gave a cold snort and sat cross-legged. He silently circulated his magical power. A splendid azure radiance rose from the crown of his head and slowly enveloped his entire body. The blue light seeped into him, coursing from head to toe as it mended his severed meridians and broken bones.

That was not all. Ancestor Nietian had never expected Zheng Zhong to launch the first attack. Shocked, he was also consumed by fury and alarm.

The rest of the story is familiar. Fu Jian placed his complete trust and support in Wang Meng. With Wang Meng’s assistance, Fu Jian unified the north, while Lü Polou, the meritorious hero, quietly remained behind the scenes and ultimately died young.

At that moment, the First Disciple and the Ghost Soldier Captain began to fight. The First Disciple wanted to divert the ghost’s attention and prevent the captain from closing in, so he circled around and engaged him in a mobile battle.

“Next comes the debut performance of my God of War! Everyone watching, pay attention. God of War One, transform!” Zhang Shaofei shouted excitedly.

Douglas heard every detail of the conversation and thought to himself, That fellow Awa only knows how to tease boys. As for Easter, however, I must find a proper way to deal with the matter.

The Azure Lion resumed human form. With a shudder of his back, a pair of black wings tore through his flesh and spread open. At the same time, a mass of black energy gathered in his right hand, forming a deep-black demonic blade with a short hilt.

“Hahaha…” After leaving the airport, the eldest and the others all clutched their stomachs and burst into laughter, completely ignoring Fourth Brother, whose flushed face was on the verge of turning purple.

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Lian Zhou was stunned. So it turned out that he had always underestimated the bond between Tang Li and Meng Hui. They were not lovers, yet remained faithful unto death. They were not relatives, yet trusted each other without the slightest reservation. They had walked side by side for so many years. She could see how impossible it was for Tang Li to let go of Meng Hui.

“Haha.” Weihong laughed as she wiped the flour from her hands onto Feng Shaojie’s face, turning it into a colorful mess.

Yu Yanxiao frowned as he looked at her. It seemed that he had understood something, yet also seemed even more confused by what she meant.

“Of course. Until we find Su Huan, none of us will give up.” Chen Tianyi’s voice was exceptionally firm.

Naturally, people could not be divided by bloodline. Only foreigners with far too much time on their hands and beasts cared about bloodlines.

“Then, Imperial Father, you’ll have time to take Jade’er there tomorrow, won’t you? Jade’er misses Mother.” Jade’er said this coquettishly while wrapping her arms around Meng Hongyu’s neck.

“Please! Girl, please, don’t let Brother suffer any more harm! Let’s go. We’ll leave Chang’an. We won’t involve ourselves in anything anymore!” Shangguan Zisang clung to Murong Xun’s leg, sniffing with his reddened nose as he looked at her hopefully.

Huang Deshan could neither advance nor retreat. He stood there awkwardly, stiff as a wooden post, sweat streaming down from beneath the brim of his hat. It was only after one of the policemen tugged at him that he came back to his senses.

“That may not be true! There’s a rumor in Hangzhou that Consort Xiao didn’t actually die…” the chief bailiff said mysteriously. Then he deliberately paused and glanced at the other bailiffs. Seeing them all craning their necks in anticipation, their curiosity clearly aroused, he nodded in satisfaction.

Finding an opening, she immediately took out a white porcelain bottle and swallowed a drop of spiritual liquid from within. The spiritual power she had exhausted was replenished in an instant, as though she had never fought anyone at all. Even her complexion became considerably rosier.

Hearing the approaching footsteps draw nearer and nearer, Dai Yue hurriedly withdrew her hand and walked out. When she saw that the person was Duan Xiaoyu, she watched him go inside before quickly making her way into the garden.

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After getting drunk, Cui Chengkai had once declared that he would avenge his wife, but before he could finish those drunken words, the elderly matriarch of the Marquis of Anning’s household silenced him.

Meng Xuan found herself in a difficult position. For one thing, she was already married; for another, his heart was not with her at all. Yet because of their supposed bond from a former life, he could not refuse her too outright.

“Yes, Madam.” The maidservant beside her answered and hurriedly withdrew, heading toward the eldest young master’s courtyard.

On the couch in the outer room, Qing’er turned over and waited for He Danggui to return to bed. But she waited and waited, and he still did not come back. How strange. He had only gone to get a drink of water—how could it be taking so long? A hen would have had enough time to hatch an egg by now.

At the time, her mother rushed over after hearing the news and, without asking who was right or wrong, struck her across the face.

Fu Jingxing waited until he could no longer see his wife before his expression darkened. Then he asked coldly,

Ayu had already borne two children, and her figure was no longer as slender as it had been in those days. She was now rounded and full, looking even more blessed than before.

“No! I absolutely cannot fall! I have to hold on until the very end. Otherwise, all of this will have been for nothing!” She drew the short sword she had just bought on the street and fiercely slashed it toward her left wrist.

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