Chapter 42: Keen Perception

Unexpectedly, just as he stepped out of the room, Xu Yang heard the sound of his own door being pushed open. He turned around and saw Zhou Mei, whose charm had not faded, her face still carrying an alluring beauty.

"Ah!"

Zhou Mei, who had come in with tea, let out a startled cry at the sight and hurriedly covered her mouth.

Xu Yang, too, trembled, startled...

After returning to the VIP building, he relayed Wang Quan's instructions to the manager and prepared to investigate in the backyard.

But Xue Miao noticed that before the flight, the steward responsible for this trip had fed the beast several gigantic magical creatures. Besides food, there seemed to be some spiritual fruit and spring water as well.

The curve was not sharp, the road was wide, and there was only a single turn—nothing particularly difficult about it.

Thus, Changsun Wugou had no idea that his son, who had always valued money above all, had done so much for his father—each act costing a fortune—leaving Changsun Wugou even more shocked.

After his great-grandfather broke through, he intended to make an example by punishing the Su family, to let the entire capital see that the Yu family's power was now unmatched. Even without him, a confrontation between the two families would have been inevitable; he had only been too flamboyant, using the marriage to threaten them in public.

As I expected, Wang Yang was indeed the weaker one. By the time he reacted, my dagger was already at his throat. Though he tried to dodge again and again, he still failed to escape.

The foreign spiritual consciousness finally sensed fear, emitting a shrill, tragic scream, and at the same time called out in alarm.

Takuya shouted coldly, leaping down from his warhorse and charging at the fallen third brother from above. No one could escape his pursuit.

Watching Liu Bian lead his troops away, Xiao Daocheng naturally wanted to dispatch his men in pursuit. However, with Han Shizhong eyeing them hungrily outside, neither Xiao Daocheng nor the others dared to act rashly. They could only let Liu Bian advance on other counties in Chenliu.

All of Lu Yifei’s security guards had military backgrounds; they understood the saying, "Soldiers are nurtured a thousand days for a single battle." Even if there were mountains of blades and seas of fire ahead, he would still charge forward.

As soon as these words were spoken, the people nearby immediately fell silent, and I suddenly felt nervous. Damn it, Zhang Feng was clearly giving me no face at all, and I felt my resolve weaken in an instant.

He watched my lips, his furrowed brow slowly relaxing. "I think about you every day," he said, "every minute. You're becoming heavier and heavier, pressing down on me here. Feel how heavy you are." He pulled my hand to his heart.

Ling Xiao’s trip to America could be delayed ten days or half a month without issue, but that mysterious patient could not wait that long. Illness strikes like a landslide; perhaps he wouldn’t even last that long.

If she were to wake up at this moment, she would surely be scared out of her wits. For in the dim light, Mordor’s vision was exceptionally keen.

Xu Changqing did not offer any defense, simply enduring everything. Of course, most of the Shushan disciples, upon hearing that the elders punished Xu Changqing for such reasons, had nothing more to say.

It was because of that chooser in his heart that he kept moving forward; he was already extremely vigilant, yet he still fell into this bizarre illusion.

After entering the cave, he found it spacious, with high and wide passageways that gave no sense of oppression. More importantly, every ten steps, the stone walls to either side were embedded with fist-sized luminous pearls, making the tunnel as bright as day.

Several times, he caught glimpses—atop the rocky altar, on the very top of a pile of food—of two peculiar solar cats, wildly entwined and mating.

Those earlier shots had struck Watanabe’s neck with precision, right where his armor was thinnest and the central nerve control was located. Once destroyed, the armor’s energy source was cut off. Without his armor, Watanabe was no different from a useless cripple.