Volume 1, Chapter 21: Chop Off One of Her Hands

The seawater, which should have been a light blue, was dyed a blood-red here at Chentang Pass. Even miles away from the shore, a faint, metallic scent of blood lingered. Those who had not been driven away lay sprawled on the ground, their eyes rolled back in a faint, blood pouring from their noses and mouths, their fates unknown.

In truth, the core issue was not the scythe-wielding boss, but the relationship between him and the ordinary ones. The Eighth Dragon Prince was a mirage dragon who trained the aquatic tribes in the East Sea Dragon Palace; the dragons and water demons that had attacked Chentang Pass a while back were all under his jurisdiction.

"They were severely injured and are still recovering. My injuries were lighter, so I am able to open the gate for you," Ning Qing replied without looking back. He seemed to be preparing something. Suddenly, the artifact spirit’s voice rang out, and the next moment, it manifested directly before Lu Tianming.

I sat alone in the dimly lit living room, lost in thought as I gazed at the movie projected on the wall. A few days ago, waking up to find Song Shiqiong by my side had felt like nothing out of the ordinary, but now, the memory felt remarkably heartwarming. Indeed, China is not a capitalist country, and with the pandemic still ongoing, it is a sensitive time.

He then picked up the snake from the ground, crushed its bones with a forceful grip of his hands, and tied it around his waist in a dead knot. Knowing Shen Yanbo was a very busy man, Father Xiao did not let him stay long, urging Bai Chi to accompany him back to work, especially since Xiao Yuanlie was still here. They arrived outside the military camp; the distant city towers stood in hazy silhouettes, while they remained in the wilderness, enveloped by the starry sky.

Ye Lingxi took another opportunity to go to the third floor. She took a bag of spirit peaches from her space and reminded her to eat them with Zhu Yuan, cautioning that they could only have one a day. These peaches could preserve one's youth and delay aging, so they must never be seen by others. Li Huai was actually helping them escape? Long Xilan was astonished, and at the same time, gained a new perspective on him. Rong Tian thought of his grandfather waiting for him at home and, with a sigh of helplessness, told her he would come to see her again tomorrow morning before reluctantly taking his leave.

Among them, whether it was Feng Feichi, Qi Zichu, or Qi Ziye, every one of them was a handsome man. "Are you Shanshan's boyfriend?" Bai Chi’s delicate brows furrowed slightly, her tone accusatory. She had no idea that the number ending in 5678 was his, so there was not a hint of guilt or shame on her face.

Ye Lingxi had a sudden spark of inspiration: could she recruit high-tech researchers to develop functional mobile phones from the future ahead of schedule?

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Han Feng finally stopped, gasping for breath, and swayed as he stood up from the ground. It seemed this frantic barrage of blows had exhausted his stamina. Lu Hua approached him timidly, staring at Han Feng in surprise, as if he had never seen him this angry before.

Thus, Qing Lin’s past had been incredibly painful; everyone saw her as a demon, detesting and insulting her. Some media outlets began reporting on the matter, with one in particular taking a unique approach by focusing on the scalpers and dedicating space to describe them. For a time, the phrase "The End of Scalpers" flooded every corner of the internet.

I did not stop him. Stone had been with me for so long; he was my best brother. Seeing him come to this decision, I felt truly comforted, as it at least put one of my worries to rest. The arrival of technological products like waterproof rubber boots and cameras not only piqued the curiosity of the local Chinese in Songkhla but also enriched and simplified their lives.

"But your mouth hasn't changed much; it's still just as annoying," Hua Que snorted, his beard bristling with rage. Because at that moment, he had been seized by the throat by Yang Cong; the life and death of the 'Golden-Faced Fire God' Jin Renfeng now rested entirely on Yang Cong’s whim.

Without time to think, Gan Liang immediately moved both hands, pulling up the surrounding thorns one by one. Then, unleashing his physical strength, he slammed into the charging Han Lie. With a boom, Han Lie was sent flying, unable to offer any resistance.

Shen Mengqing looked at Chen Shishi, her face blushing, though she could not tell if it was from choking or embarrassment. The corpse no longer stirred; perhaps it had been laughed to death. Only one household of the Holy Race remained, but Xuan Tianhe had no desire to provoke them.

Shen Wanyu noticed Nanny Qin’s hesitation and thought for a moment before speaking, then signaled to Qiu Zhu, who immediately understood. After waking up, I felt exceptionally tired, as if I were sick. I knew this was because I hadn't slept well and had been having nightmares all night. I splashed cold water on my face to wash away the exhaustion and looked at myself in the mirror, noticing that my eyes were bloodshot.

"Ah Feng, let me introduce you. These people are from outside. Their grandfather might have arrived here, so they are looking for him. I wonder if any strangers have visited your village recently?" A Long pointed at me and explained our purpose clearly and concisely.