Ninety: Sorcerer Twenty-One

Chu Yiyi shook her head in a daze. Was she imagining things? How could Shen Li possibly be so deeply anguished and worried about her?

Su Yi suddenly opened her eyes, her mind veiled in gloom. What kind of emotion was this? What sort of person had the original owner been, to leave behind such a sorrowful and tragic consciousness? It was as though all desire to live had been utterly lost.

Those five words made everyone breathe a long sigh of relief. Some patted their chests and said, “That’s good, that’s good.” Others seized the doctor’s hand and thanked him.

Xiao Ying tilted her head slightly, pressing her cheek against the crown of his head, tears nearly spilling from her eyes.

Naturally, he could not soothe her by humming a song with his mouth open; instead, he held her in his arms and gently rocked her, a phone in his hand playing an audio recording of cicadas chirping.

With each point of his finger, the spell that turned drifting dust into mountains activated once. One, two, three, four, five... A full ten stone mountains of magic formed, encircling Xiang Feng from all sides and crushing in to kill him. If that strike landed, he would be flattened into a sheet of flesh.

Xiao Ying turned and entered the private elevator. When she looked back toward him, he was staring straight ahead and did not look at her.

Of course, the truth of the matter would likely not be known until the Shushan disciples sent down the mountain to investigate returned. Yet dozens of them had gone to Liutai Town in five groups, and not a single one had come back. The odds were that they had already met with grave misfortune.

At the thought of that scene, he and the taxi driver standing face to face at the hotel entrance, one eager to pay and the other stubbornly refusing his money, it was like some shameless rogue trying to pass off counterfeit bills on a merchant, only to be exposed. It was utterly humiliating.

“The general has just returned to the manor and must be tired. This concubine will keep the general company and rest with him,” Qin Yun said awkwardly, glancing toward the doorway, her face flushed red.

Given his understanding of Xie Antong, he could absolutely predict that the other party’s obsession with gathering information would go to that extent.

If Metastasia could continue parasitizing forever, then sooner or later more and more people would be killed by Gao Yu’s accusations.

However, the Hell Roar’s power was enormous. The iron sphere it transformed into shot straight into the ground like a shell with no barrel and no trajectory.

Shen Miaomiao — it really is wonderful to have a hat and mask. That way, there is no need to control my facial expression. Now then, let me keep thinking about how to research this project.

Gao Yu watched as Aizen returned to his office in the squad quarters, while he remained with the members of the Fifth Division.

As soon as Minister Wang withdrew, Chongzhen swept over Wei Zhongxian again and again with eyes that made no attempt to hide their disgust and sharp hostility.

Unless one reached the limit in every aspect, like Aizen, becoming an elite all-round warrior.

Seeing Jiang Sheng return, the local wealthy merchants and gentry of Jiangzhou who had taken refuge with Niu Dingtian immediately began to whisper among themselves.

After smashing through the two advertising boards beside the field, Lu Ce slammed his target heavily to the ground, leaving him with no strength to resist at all.

Since the Iron Wolf Mercenary Group had already taken on the desert gold-jade mission, how could she possibly shrink back? Besides, she also needed gold-jade to advance to the fourth level of battle aura.

“I think you are absolutely right, Phantom Streamwing.” Within her inner realm, she sighed, her tone full of resentment.

One person, one incense stick. After they finished, they took their leave. Their home had been burned down by fire, and there were many matters to deal with afterward; they needed to handle them themselves and could not remain on the mountain for long.

Yu Rou could not get past her own conscience. She felt that without proving it, she could not give Le Bing an explanation. Now that everything had been laid bare, there were no misunderstandings or conflicts left between them. Instead, because of this matter, their friendship had only deepened.

“Xing Lian, why are you still not apologizing to Lord Wuji?” Seeing Xing Lian remain seated without moving, Qiao Ningxi barked the order, her gaze contemptuous.

Compared with Li Ming’s slight frown, Yu Qingyu, who could empathize all too well, clutched her chest and ground her teeth.

Whoosh! The stone statue plunged down with a fierce momentum, its wings slicing through the air with a shrill howl as they swept over the ground.

“What!” Everyone from the Bright Sparrow Kingdom looked as though they had swallowed filth; their faces were hideous. Was this not open extortion? Did they think no one could see it?

He opened his mouth and spat out the slender Grass-Calling Sword. Oshemaru seized the hilt and clashed with that blade; ordinary weapons would not do.

That smile was like a comet striking the earth, exploding in Xing Lian’s mind with crackling fireworks. She had never seen Si Fengjing display such a broad expression before, and for a moment she stood frozen, not even reacting when she leaned back against his broad chest again.

Already unsettled by the sudden collapse behind them, the entire cave had been in turmoil. Though there had been sounds, none of them had been enough to draw everyone’s attention.

After their views had been settled, You Zishi quickly withdrew, flashed Su Yin a cool gesture, tossed out a single sentence, and strode off without looking back.

The beauty blinked her dazzling eyes toward the vault of heaven and wrote with petals: “It was a very, very long time ago. When I woke up, I found myself alone inside a black cage. It was a place very dark and very cold, where the sun never shone.”

Black dark-awareness power flowed ceaselessly along the dimension of darkness. It was the extension of a low dimension toward a higher one, the very omen that dark-awareness power was about to condense into a world.

Ji Wuji saw it most clearly. Among the several hundred people present, apart from the wounded Wuchen, Wusu, and Sima Chengfeng, only he could truly understand it. And so, all at once, he clenched his fist. He and Kongmen were neither enemies nor friends. But he respected Kongmen as a hero, one who knew he would die and yet did not fear death. That suited him perfectly.

Teacher Zou had no choice either. After all, he had been helped by Ling Zhou Tian, and he truly could not bring himself to put on the arrogant air he used with ordinary students. Since he could not play hard, he would have to play soft.

Mo Lenghong had already planted his hands on his hips and stood facing off against the many experts of the Qin Family Sword Sect for half an hour. His tiger eyes were wide open, exuding an indescribable domineering presence. And the wound on his shoulder only added a few more degrees of menace.

The dark green bat wings, the ferocious and hideous upper body of a demon, the bizarre and twisted lower body of a human — all of it formed the strange figure carved on the stone slab.

Ni Heng believed this would be the luckiest night of his life. After this night, he would obtain two priceless treasures. One of them would drive the world mad and shake the hidden realm to its foundations.

Thud! It was the sound of blade and sword piercing leather armor, followed immediately by the dull, meaty thud of metal sinking into flesh.

“They can never submit to my Great Qiong. Keeping them alive would be of no use,” Emperor Jing said lightly as he stepped toward the inner palace.

“Ah, it seems I said the wrong thing.” Seeing Wu Feifei’s expression, Yan Yi realized at once that he had misunderstood. This was different from the way he had dealt with Luo Yongcheng and the others just now; he had simply moved that same routine over here.