(160) Serpent Swarm

Although falling into the bloody water was merely a fleeting moment, it was more than enough to prove fatal to ordinary people.

One could see Liu Yunwei and Weng Ran leaning against the corner, black blood slowly trickling down from their facial orifices.

Their eyes gradually lost focus...

Watching the two of them die before her eyes, Ji Zhenhong fell into a daze, breaking out in a cold sweat.

Had she not been a supernatural being, she herself would have been among the dead.

She glared resentfully...

Long Hai certainly would not use sheer force to coerce this group of people into coming ashore with them; after all, for this battle, General Zhang's incompetent army should be more than enough.

Guo Chun seemed to sense Lady Liu's scrutinizing gaze, looked over at her, and smiled politely.

Early in the morning, the streets were already packed with onlookers. Prince Yi was a renowned and virtuous prince of Xiliang. Even on non-festive days, he would frequently open the granaries to distribute food and relieve the homeless people in Jiazhou City.

A sunny youth quietly appeared behind the beautiful head teacher, offering a faint smile to the students in the class.

Of course... Xuan Yuanling also knew that Xue'er certainly was not willing to have children at this moment.

As ill luck would have it, Ji Shaofan chose this exact moment to try and make his presence felt. The moment he spoke, Su Mianmian distinctly felt the surrounding atmosphere turn even colder. Damn it, why did he have to speak up so abruptly?

If we are to become the deities of the Wind River, following such logic, the immortal-demon seal is about to open, and people like us should bear the brunt. What would it matter even if we died in battle?

I treat others with utmost respect; if this old man shows not the slightest gesture of goodwill, Wuching will not harbor any lingering sentiment for the Luo family.

Seeing her hesitate to speak, Zhang Ruyun could not help letting out a soft chuckle. This in turn provoked a furious scolding from Ye Qiu'er: "Are you out of your mind? Why are you pulling at me for no reason?" As she spoke, she hurriedly tried to yank her hand back.

"Stop... stop hitting me, I am your own father!" Feng Feng was completely terrified from the beating, his words already slurring into incoherence.

Ling Han looked hesitantly at the object handed over by He Yumo, wondering whether she should accept it or not.

"In an occasion like this, as a wife, you should keep your husband in line," Li Lan instructed while continuing to wash the green vegetables.

Even Lan Xuan frowned deeply. "Lan Ling'er!" Dongfang Jiaoyang roared, and a trace of tension flashed across the Emperor's eyes.

Moyue looked at Mingmo with a smiling expression, her delicate hand already resting on Mingmo's waist as a pair of slender fingers pinched the soft flesh at his waist.

The bed beside her was neat and undisturbed, showing no signs of having been lain on. Evidently, that hateful man had not returned last night. She finally let out a sigh of relief.

Under normal circumstances, Ye Mingming would surely have had a thorough discussion with him about weight issues, but today she had no mood for it.

Looking further ahead, a pace away lay another bloody sword, also three feet and three inches long, suspended mid-air and hovering half an inch above the ground. Further ahead, there were still more swords; throughout the entire valley, there was a sword every single pace, densely packed and filling the entire canyon.

Thinking this, her heart involuntarily warmed, but when she saw her posture leaning against the corner, her fingers brushing the cold ceramic tiles, her brow furrowed deeply once more. Squatting down, she gently touched the tip of her nose. Seeing that she still showed no signs of waking, she felt utterly helpless yet profoundly heartbroken.

Various rare and precious flowers blossomed in competition, as if eager to display all their beauty in a grand pageant of rivalry. Even the early spring plum blossoms were mixed among them; it is often said that plum blossoms are noble and pure, yet caught in the mortal world as they were now, did they not also carry an enchanting beauty?

Demons and ghosts—one need only slay them; why go to such great lengths of manpower and financial resources to capture them alive before suppressing them?

In truth, she was naturally overjoyed to be able to stay constantly with her beloved, but after all, there were too many concerns weighing on her mind.

Su Chen had not wanted to give up initially, running around like a spinning top every day to handle the remaining orders entirely on her own.