Volume 1, Chapter 37: Little Sister, I Am Taking You Home

Queimada viva pela própria família, a filha legítima renasce das cinzas e enlouquece matando Xiao Zhu Cheng Ming 2366 words 2026-08-04 03:46:35

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Silver Frost was so frightened by the sudden turn of events that she fell to her knees. When she heard the order, she hurriedly scrambled back up. “Yes, yes. I’ll fetch water at once and help Miss dress and do her hair.”

She grabbed the copper basin and rushed outside, though the palm print on her face burned painfully.

While fetching the water, Silver Frost wiped away her tears. She did not understand. This was clearly a good thing: once Meng Tingfeng entered the government office, she would surely die at the hands of the Heir of the Willow House. Why, then, did Miss still want to stop it?

Would it not be better for them simply to reap the benefits while the others fought? From now on, the Meng household would have only one legitimate young lady left!

Swallowing her grievance, Silver Frost returned with the water.

Once Meng Xueyi had finished dressing and changed into fresh clothes, she hurriedly...

Moreover, from the scene in which Zhang Taibai instantly killed every clone of the Doppelganger, she could tell that he had not been boasting.

Whenever a drop of vital essence fell, whether it touched rock, vegetation, or even a powerful cultivator caught in the aftermath, it erupted into violent flames at once, as if a raging fire had encountered a sheet of paper.

I had thought you would no longer need to resort to deception, but by today it clearly meant nothing. Please believe me just once. If you act on your own like this again, it will surely lead nowhere. Please believe me just once. No one else would take risks as you do, and no one else would act with such impulsiveness.

After completing the necessary formalities, Lin Feng left the auction house. Just then, his communicator began to ring.

Since Li Luofeng and Madam Gao had come from the same place, he certainly knew all about Madam Gao’s methods. Moreover, judging from what Zhang Taibai could see, Li Luofeng was undoubtedly stronger than Madam Gao. Whatever methods Madam Gao possessed, Li Luofeng likely possessed as well.

At the bottom of the enormous pit, the energy of heaven and earth was so dense that it obstructed their spiritual senses. They had no idea what had happened to Chen Fan and could only roar angrily once more. He truly was about to reach his limit.

Jiang Jiayi glanced at the man. She knew that what he had done was unintentional, but she still could not help feeling puzzled. This fellow was utterly baffling: he kept bullying others, kept spouting nonsense, and in the end could still remain so heartbreakingly sad.

If Zhang Taibai had merely trained the “狂風 Sword Technique” to the third level in the short span of two months, then although his talent would indeed have been extraordinary, it would not have been truly astonishing. At the very least, Senior Brother Jiang Shan had once accomplished something similar.

“He is destined to become the future leader of China!” one sect master declared, his eyes blazing.

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If it had been her, she could only have tried to escape or called the police for help upon encountering such a situation. But Li Huanhuan would simply beat the culprit senseless. If one beating was not enough, she would give him another, continuing until he was thoroughly beaten into submission.

“We’re here. Xier, get out,” Nangong Jinyu said. She leapt from the carriage and helped Ruoxi down.

Upon hearing this, Yu Hai laughed heartily. He patted his chest and spoke at once.

“Her Royal Highness?” Wang Meng was also startled and hurriedly fell to his knees. He thought to himself that no wonder she had seemed familiar just now—she was actually the princess. He had seen her once before, yet had somehow forgotten for a moment. Damn it. He had slighted the princess; would he be punished?

“Go,” Ruoxi commanded.

The Silver Snow Chain scattered frost, which shot toward the flames behind Nangong Jinnian and Bai Shaochen. In an instant, the flames vanished.

Before Nangong Jinnian could finish speaking, Nangong Jinyu interrupted, “Let’s go. He is, after all, the Crown Prince. Whatever the circumstances, we should go and take a look.”

Leng Nian actually knew that Ajiu’s innocence had always been revealed only before those close to her, but seeing her like this still left his heart heavy.

She knew that ordinary ropes could be untied with ease. Hemp rope, however, was much thicker, and when used to bind someone, it had to be wound around them many times.

If the remaining two Venom Hearts could not be found, then once the Black Lord refined all five Venom Hearts, the sinister power of his demonic cultivation technique would likely cause the entire city of Beikun to be drenched in blood.

He had been worrying about having no chance to strike up a conversation with Qiao Si. Since the Black Panther possessed this ability, it was certainly worth discussing.

“I just drove away one old relic. How is there another one now? Could it be that your whole family enjoys being thieves?” Ye Xi sneered viciously.

Afterward, he gathered fifty pounds of dry firewood, twenty pounds of edible vegetation, five pounds of fresh roots and vines, and five pounds of wild mushrooms—roughly ninety pounds in all. He carried the load on his back and returned to the meadow.

Liu Cuilian had actually put on the clothes she had worn when she was the chief leader of her salt-smuggling caravan. It seemed she had prepared for this long ago. She had even carried the emergency outfit with her. A thoughtful person never leaves matters to chance.

Zhao Tiezhu blinked, finding it somewhat unreal. Why had that kick felt so soft and feeble? It was as though he had been struck by a cotton ball. There was even a slight tickling sensation.

He had originally followed Jin Baiwan to the Tenglong Group. When Zhao Tiezhu saw him enter the elevator, he waited for it to come back down and then followed him inside.

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“Peach, what’s wrong?” Seeing the unfamiliar look in Yang Mitao’s eyes, Xu Xiao panicked. He lowered his head and glanced at Mianmian, suddenly realizing what had happened.

The world was not surprised by such a scene; it had been expected long ago. Xiao Chen possessed the level of an Imperial Son, while Ye Chen was a youthful emperor. A Sacred Body was invincible among those of the same rank. Not to mention that Xiao Chen had obtained the legacy of the God of War—even if Xing Tian himself had arrived at the same level, he would most likely still have been no match for Ye Chen’s Sacred Body.

While being taken into custody by the imperial guards, Su Jinxin—who had never dared look directly at Ye Youyao—happened to catch sight of him from the corner of her eye.

Earlier, when Zhao Tiezhu went to the deputy mayor’s side, A Yong had not yet woken up, so Lin Wanxi had been asked to take good care of him. Even now, there had still been no time to go and see A Yong.

After all, three years had passed. People’s hearts could change, especially in a place like the Silo Academy.

Guan Jinlin focused intently on the wolf’s head constantly prowling across the stone gate. The instant the wolf’s two eyes paused behind the three large characters reading “Yuetang Pass,” he flicked out a cluster of embroidered needles. They shot through the air and struck the wolf’s eyes.

Sixth Senior Brother Shen Yun asked with a laugh. He was especially pleased with himself at that moment, having just formally become Dao companions with Fifth Senior Sister Liu Yan. The two walked along in affectionate bliss, occasionally exchanging flirtatious glances.

“Insert the crossbow bolt here, pull this back to cock it, then take aim and fire,” Zhuo Qingchan instructed.

After Elder Wang had finished receiving acupuncture from Ning Feng, Ning Feng asked how he felt. Elder Wang smiled and replied.

As for a wild ginseng that had grown for nearly a thousand years, Tang Ding had no way of predicting how enormous and intricate its root system beneath the soil might be.

Having failed to find any trace of Tang Ding, Sanzi Jin Hushan was already furious beyond measure. When he heard the bus driver speaking crudely yet again, he struck the driver’s crowbar with one palm, bending it into a V-shape.

The centurions who had spent years patrolling outside the city and investigating enemy movements did not know Xu Zheng. At that moment, their eyes were cold, and they seemed to find Xu Zheng extremely displeasing.