Volume One, Chapter 83: Even Exceptions Can Be Made

After exchanging pleasantries, Murong Chen looked at everyone and said, “Come, I’ll take you away from here.”

Butler Zhai’s ghostly aura surged and surrounded them. “No! The formation hasn’t been completed. No one can leave.”

Su Tong paused his actions and looked up at Butler Zhai. “Let them leave first.”

“But…”

Butler Zhai was worried that if the hostages were released, Su Tong would have no reason to properly arrange the formation. What then?

At that moment, the system’s voice sounded. Xiao Mo was stunned—he was the first to build a bandit camp. Was this a real world, or just a game?

“Enough talking, let’s take them down first!” The swordsman captain’s blade gleamed as his aura pressed down on Freyer.

Having obtained a divine weapon and successfully handled the emperor’s possible test, Liu Bi surely had a plan in mind—Yuan Shu found it hard to believe otherwise.

He quickly tied up those who had lost consciousness with rope, then sat cross-legged before them, eyes closed in meditation, pretending to be an otherworldly master.

This time, Bai Ling nodded more decisively than ever. The pitiable expression she’d worn moments ago was gone; her large eyes nearly curved into crescent moons. What were these conditions anyway? Except for the first, which barely qualified, the rest were exactly what she intended to do. Agreeing was no loss—in fact, she stood to gain greatly.

Duan Jiulian’s face was full of anguish. “Do I not even have the right to die?” The sword in her hand was gone, and with its loss, she abandoned all futile resistance. Gao Changgong and Zhou Cang watched her with vigilance, afraid she might seek to end her own life.

But if things kept developing like this, Wang Shou, beset by attacks, would find it hard to escape his peril.

As a ski enthusiast, Luke’s first thought was to open an online shop selling skis.

The gentleman in green lifted his head at the words, only to see Miss Ye’s lips curve in a perfect smile, her eyes dazzling in the sunlight. Then he heard her say, “A glance back with a smile!” Though she wasn’t beautiful, it didn’t hinder her from displaying grace.

Although she hadn’t mentioned that item for years, not a single day had passed without it crossing her mind.

“Hmph, so stingy with money—how will you ever accomplish great things?” Ji Qingcheng said coldly.

“All right, can you tell me what’s going on here now? Why aren’t you living with Uncle and Aunt?” After finishing her own story, Wu Feifei began to ask Lin Chu about her situation.

“Oh, come on, Qingcheng, I was just joking. Can’t you just laugh it off? Of course, if you must slice, then slice the author, since it wouldn’t be the first time he’s disappeared…” Ji Meina said.

Zhang continued and Xu Chunni were sparring with words before Dou Wei, exchanging sarcastic remarks. The villagers, who rarely went out, watched with keen interest.

“How am I lacking responsibility? Is it only responsible in your eyes if I admit that Yu Ji left my room this morning?” Ji Meina said, speechless.

Back then, they made bold promises: that the capital’s troops would reach the border in a single day, and that the whole state of Chen would flourish as it once had.

“You’re no longer fit to be my Dao companion. What a pity.” With those words, she fell silent.

Lastly, it was about the six thousand system honor points. System honor was what Dongfang Yunyang currently sought. Though six thousand was still short of his goal, it undeniably brought him closer.

At the bottom of the abyss, a supernatural darkness devoured the intense golden light—it illuminated only for a fleeting moment.

From the blood “setu” surge, sixteen demonic soldiers and generals descended: some had the form of tigers but human faces and pig-like tusks; some had tails like round fans and bodies as broad as basins; others looked like oxen, with horns, but stood on two hooves and wielded sharp claws in their hands.