Chapter 134: Who

The grudges between Su Yi and Lin Lu were not unknown to Fu Bo, and since Yuan Ruoxia was Lin Lu’s best friend, he felt it would be unwise to linger here.

Yuan Ruoxia was certainly not going to be polite to Su Yi.

She turned back and asked Fu Bo, “Is she your friend?”

Fu Bo did not know how to answer for a moment, but Su Yi stepped in to save him. “No...”

Bai Ze’s body shook. He slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, a firm light flashed in his gaze.

“Hmph, as if I’d believe you! Did you hook up with someone else again, and only come to me because you were forced into a corner?” the city lord’s wife said unhappily.

With a faint swish, blood sprayed everywhere. The man’s eyes were still wide with terror when his head fell to the ground.

Lian Bao stood in the void, killing intent surging in his eyes. With a thought, a flying sword materialized before him, glinting coldly, and in the blink of an eye shot straight toward Blood Fiend.

In this way, Xiang Yu became the target of all. To kill him now would be much easier to justify.

But when he looked more closely, he found that her expression was not quite right. Fear, or perhaps unease—he could not say for certain. Yet for her, who had always been calm and composed, to become like this, something grave must have happened.

“Let’s leave first.” When the second bottle of medicine began its auction, Wu Sun Shize took Yue Li by the hand and stood up.

“I heard from Uncle He that you’ve basically been staying in your room all day?” He Hongyi asked in an indirect way. He was worried someone might have bullied her, but he was also afraid that if he asked too directly, she would hide things from him.

Passing by? Fang Siran froze. That ice cream shop was in the outskirts, and it was in no way on the way to the company headquarters in the heart of the business district.

Another hundred or so men from Hong Jingtian’s army had fallen. By now, he did not even have the heart to curse. He glanced weakly at Zhang Liao and the others, who were already far away, his eyes full of helplessness and indignation.

“Wang Zhi, thank you,” He Ying said gratefully. The day before yesterday, she had already heard from He Guangrong that leaders from above had gone to the rescue, and now that she saw Wang Zhi, even she understood who that leader must be. She had known that Wang Zhi was a superior official, and that even Wu Guoqing had come to wait in person, but she was still greatly surprised.

After speaking, Ye Feng tidied up the things on the table. He packed away what belonged to him, then rose directly, preparing to leave with Chen Chufan.

“Has the entire River East region already lost control of its earth veins and vital energy?” Lin Lingsu’s expression changed drastically. He seemed to have thought of something, yet he dared not confirm it.

“Not much hope,” Heng Yi said. He did not want to pour cold water on them, but he also did not want everyone to have too much hope, or the disappointment at the end would only be greater.

However, as a member of the beast race, he could not extend such sympathetic feelings to his enemies, or even to any race outside the beast tribes.

Still, Heng Yi judged that if the Soul Alliance could maintain the system of soul rule in many respects, it might well create cohesion far beyond that of the great alliances.

After Qiu Qiang revealed the information he intended to reveal, he chatted idly with Wang Peng for a while longer before leaving.

“My lord, there are several thousand archers and crossbowmen buried in ambush on the hillside behind us. They must be worried we would flee that way,” another man said.

“But what use will it be if you go to Quliu Township?” Shen Ting, who had been eating quietly the whole time, suddenly interjected.

For a peachwood sword that had never so much as dipped its fingers in spring water, wiping windows was the kind of major chore one might not even do for the New Year. But first, Tao Yaoyao was in a good mood today; second, through a penguin-messenger friend, she had found an old acquaintance from before, and a rather close one at that.

Yue Shu’s reproachful look made Zhen Yuanzi understand that he had not shown enough concern for Mo Xiaoxiao, and that was why Yue Shu was angry.

Feng Tianjiu spoke almost in a rush, afraid he might not get another chance. Wang Zheng listened in growing astonishment. He had never imagined anything about uniting the three realms; clearly, Feng Tianjiu was dressing him in gilded glory and inflating his importance. He gave a cultivator’s salute to the crowd, then said nothing.