133. Aren’t you jealous?

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The two of them found a wonton stall and ate two bowls of wontons.

They were filled with seafood, and surprisingly fresh.

After being here for two days, this was the meal that had made Qu Wan’s stomach feel the most comfortable.

And it was quite delicious, too.

“When I was little, this wonton stall was already here. Whenever she earned some money, she would give me five yuan and bring my younger sister here to eat wontons. Prices were very low back then—five yuan was enough for two bowls.”

Qu Wan had never experienced any of that as a child.

Besides, Qu Jin had never taken her out back then. She either followed Gu Siyuan or her second brother, and the two of them liked going to arcades and Internet cafés.

“Song Qi also loves the wontons here, but I actually hope she won’t come back in the future either, so…”

Emma was talking complete nonsense. It was not only Quentin who did not believe her—even Li Yan, who was listening from behind, could not help curling his lips in disdain. Although the Allied Forces would not remain in Dolun’er City for long, they still needed to make the necessary preparations and rest. They had only just left Azure Mantis Ridge; surely everyone deserved a proper break.

Lin Zongheng looked at Yu Xianglong and let out a cold, mocking laugh. Without another word, he raised his long saber and brought it slashing down at Yu Xianglong. The afterimages split from the blade instantly merged into one, forming a fan-shaped arc of blades that shot toward Yu Xianglong.

Even if I refused, what difference would it make? When we leave, won’t you chase after us and put up a fight anyway?

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She thought that if the truth came to light in the future, her second brother would not blame her for helping Mother break up the lovers, would he? She was only thinking that a short, sharp pain was better than prolonged suffering. She was doing it for his own good. As for her elder brother… just as Mother had said, he loved her so dearly that he would never blame her.

“!”

The Black bodyguard’s expression changed dramatically. Then, after shouting something no one could make out, another five or six bodyguards instantly rushed out. They were presumably all the guards stationed at the estate.

“That is enough.” The Emperor glanced indifferently at Fang Cairen and coldly tossed out the words. Fang Cairen was unwilling, but had no choice except to fall silent.

Who exactly is this person? Why is he pretending to be me? Could he be one of our own?

The ancients often said that even a single coin could bring a hero to his knees. He was not short of that one coin, yet he had been stumped by another problem.

Before that, Zhao Gan and the six bodyguards had already taken their places inside the circle. Everyone held their breath and stared intently, although none of them could see anything at all.

Song Duanwu was not bothered in the slightest. Resting his chin in his hand, he smoked one drag after another. Mo Qingyan, however, could not sit still, because she knew that Song Duanwu was waiting for her to confess everything of her own accord.

“Thanks!” Yang Jian was not angry. Instead, he thanked Midnight for saving him. When the ax moved away, Yang Jian saw the black shadow clinging to it: a black squid.

“Bang!”

Immediately afterward, the light barrier surrounding Qiu Shier’s Precious Lotus Prayer Mat was shattered. Unable to withstand the black-robed man’s assault, it was knocked to the ground.

When Yun Yu flashed into the hall, the five fellow cultivators in the room who were at the late Spirit Realm or above almost simultaneously raised their heads and turned their gazes toward him.

He then stepped into the main courtyard. A statue stood proudly in its center, so lifelike that it resembled a real person. Its features were sharp and angular, like blades, and an overbearing aura radiated from its body as it gazed haughtily at the sky.

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Yang Jian held Skyblood in his right hand and had always used it to attack, but that did not mean his left hand was entirely useless.

Just as Murong Yingxue was about to go to Shen Shuiji’s house, an unexpected scene suddenly appeared before her eyes.

Demons were terrifying, yet omnipotent. As long as you were willing to pay a sufficient price, a demon could accomplish anything you wished. It was simply that no human being could bear such a price.

“Do you know that the person being challenged has the right to refuse?” Zhao Ming said coldly.

After returning to the stronghold, Yang Jian’s greatest concern was Yu Leiying. But when he saw that she was being well cared for, he finally felt at ease.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through Wu Han’s mind. Since he was already Shen Shuiji’s cousin, how could he continue living with these lowly people?

Cao Cao buried that blind fool’s corpse, and the group continued on their way. This time, their journey from Youzhou to Xuchang, then to Jiangdong, and finally here had been made much easier thanks to Xianyu Fu of the Flying Dragon Society gathering intelligence. The customs, local conditions, rumors, and anecdotes of every place along the way had been recorded in detail, saving them from taking many unnecessary detours.

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