072 He Is the Most Innocent

Qu Wan was anxious to meet Song Qi, but she stayed with Gu Siyuan by the roadside for a while and hailed a cab for him.

“Aren’t you going home?” Gu Siyuan asked her as he got into the car.

“I still have something to do. Go on home, get some sleep, and I’ll contact you later.”

Gu Siyuan, looking dispirited, got into the car.

Qu Wan waited until after three in the afternoon before she finally saw Song Qi emerge, changed into fresh clothes.

Song Qi hesitated for a couple of seconds when she saw Qu Wan still waiting outside, but eventually walked over. She stood in front of Qu Wan without saying a word.

“Where are you going now? Back to the hospital?” Qu Wan asked.

Song Qi shook her head. “My mother has a caretaker with her. She doesn’t need me.”

Qu Wan took the young girl to a milk tea shop.

A crisp sound of bones snapping rang through the air—Jin Chongyang’s sword fell powerlessly from his hand.

Da Bushuiyun and Qiu Xuan immediately understood and seized the moment to escape into the woods. Murong Lan retracted her flexible whip and, with a series of swift moves, vanished into the forest as well.

I nodded slightly, recalling the words of the Lord of the Underworld. It seemed there was truth in what he said. If that was the case, then the scope of all this was far greater than I’d imagined.

After Da Xiu left, his father became even more unruly, showing no regard for An Zi and using any excuse to urge his son to find someone new. Naturally, Er Dan refused and encouraged a speedy departure, lest his father, in a fit of rage, unleash something catastrophic. Even without a physical body, a half-step demon ancestor could still be deadly.

“The main issue is their methods. Just the corpse soldiers alone—these machines of war—would never be used by those on the righteous path,” Gou Sheng said quietly.

“In the past, I would’ve thought you were being delusional. But now, I’m actually quite confident!” Huo Mengyao replied with a dazzling smile.

Faced with such a scene, even Lu Yu, who had watched countless action movies and possessed a wealth of theoretical knowledge, felt his nose on the verge of gushing blood.

During the Western Han dynasty, the development of crossbows reached new heights. By the Eastern Han, their design had become even more ingenious, and most arrows shot from them were tipped with poison. So when Wuliji’s crossbow bolt struck Ba’er, it took his life instantly.

Lu Yu surveyed his surroundings, gradually recalling that he was still in the cave. Glancing at the sun, he saw it was already sinking toward the west.

She Jun was stunned. He had known Ye Haochuan for so long, yet had never seen him so angry or unreasonable.

For a while, Luo Chen and his companion became the two “plague gods” of the White Bone Oasis—no one dared go near them.

A shattered tooth trembled, then fell to the ground, looking utterly pitiful and forlorn.

“No, this picture in the photo has many unclear areas, and some parts don’t match the information passed down in my family. So I’m certain: the image in this photo is a fake, a forgery.” But to Chen Guotai’s astonishment, Xu Tianfang immediately rejected it without hesitation.

“Please, both of you, have a seat,” Ling Duyu said hurriedly to the two elders. Their ease in entering and leaving his great formation made him feel utterly powerless.

The cold aura surrounding Zhuo Yue was entirely evaporated by flames; the fire that burned her very soul cast her face a brilliant red, while beads of fragrant sweat dripped from her brow onto the floor.

Back then, she had managed to use divine power through her own strength—why couldn’t she do so now? Tian Sheng was utterly perplexed.

Of course, on a battlefield, life and death are never one-sided. Li Cheng’s group suffered heavy casualties, and, as the minority, they were always under immense pressure.

He knew well that the only reason he was being treated with such importance today was because of the wealth and influence behind him. As for his own abilities, to a divine cultivator, they were nothing but a joke.

But the broad-bladed sword radiated a powerful Daoist might, and had clearly become Ye Qianqian’s life-bound weapon. Its path was set, and could not be changed.

Luo Chen’s legs bent into a bow stance, his fists clenched tightly, and then the starlight energy within his dantian began to surge wildly.