Chapter 105: One Step, One Kill

Chen Yang had no intention of getting involved in this mess. It had nothing to do with him.

At 7:40 p.m., Li Wen, Tong Jing, and Chen Yang arrived at Jiangcheng Grand Hotel.

The plan was crude but simple: wait here patiently, and the moment Wei Liang appeared, kill him immediately, then escape. A perfect plan.

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“Yudanqing, promise me you won’t go to the grasslands alone anymore.” He reached out to gently grasp her shoulder.

Pei Fei’s heart stirred with excitement. After the initial shock and hesitation, she couldn’t help but feel a surge of joy. She had never wished for the empress to fall from grace, for the empress was just and fair, never harsh toward them.

“Go back and wait there.” Li Zhuo was also putting away his sword—a fine blade worth as much as a second life.

The emperor’s eyes flicked back and forth between Murong Ruo and Murong Jinnian. Why did he feel these two children’s thoughts were harder to read than the old foxes in court? Just a few days ago, they were united through life and death; today, they glared coldly at each other.

Suddenly, a chilling laugh echoed from the Divine Square, cold and penetrating to the bone. Everyone listening broke out in goosebumps.

Without hesitation, Lin Feng grabbed the pet cage and burst out from the greenery, raising his gun and firing wildly at the oncoming crowd.

Inside the Bamboo Courtyard, Duanmu Deshu measured Xu Zhizhi with a ruler. The sandalwood hairpin on her head swayed gently with her movements. It was a simple piece, carved last month with a goldfish design during a moment of quiet thought.

Lin Feng pulled out his micro-submachine gun and loaded it. He decided to conduct a rough search of the area first.

At this moment, Fu Huaicheng was in complete chaos—burned and confused, no longer able to hide, control, or even pretend.

Aunt Qian looked at the eldest and second princesses, whose faces were unrecognizable, and snorted coldly. Wait until the young lord of Pei proposes marriage—let’s see how you cry then.

The companion’s announcement had just ended when the tall trainer immediately launched the first attack, intent on striking first.

“You go out first.” Ling Baolu placed her clothes on the nearby rack, unwilling to shamelessly change in front of him just yet.

Once the door closed, Gu Cheng turned to look at Ji Liunian, but before he could say a word, Ji Liunian collapsed straight down.

People can be strange. When defeated by a far stronger opponent, they learn from the experience, look forward to winning next time, and don’t care too much. But when losing to someone of similar strength, the bitterness weighs heavily—excitement, sadness, heartbreak, all negative emotions rising up.

Meanwhile, Grandmaster Taixuan had already begun casting a formation on Ao Li’s deception. A faint blue magical array appeared beneath his feet as he clasped his hands, closed his eyes, and chanted a spell.

“The soul has no power, so it should be unhindered. Ling’er, summon him out.” Tianxing considered briefly, then approved Ling’er’s approach.

“Now, I invite my two judges, Master Paris Style and Master Xingye Style, to announce the final results!” Yan Da shouted excitedly.

Qingyi cursed silently: That prodigal had turned his sights on her! Yet her smile was sweet and gentle, so much so that Qi Lianchen blinked in surprise.

“Legend says only descendants of the Sand City can unlock the Sand Ruins.” Old Zhang’s expression grew serious. He had discovered the problem—he had initially thought Zhang Sanfeng opened the ruins, but it wasn’t so. This meant others must have entered the ruins as well.

“She kissed you, so it’s fine, but I’m the one acting rashly!?” The pitifully delicate Wen Yin pouted her lips. At this moment, Wen Feiyu could only nod his head.