Volume 1 Chapter 63 One of Us Must Die

The blade at her neck had already pierced her skin, seeping beads of blood. Outside, swords flashed like lightning, flesh and blood flew through the air, and the battle cries shook the heavens and the earth. Li Lan could not help trembling. "What, what do you want to do?" Bao Qin pressed the blade closer by a fraction, and instantly fresh blood stained the sharp edge. "I will definitely learn it. Right, is that magic trick for charging cell phones included among them as well?" Ren Fei asked. "Back then, Marquis had silenced all the servants in the estate who knew about him casting aside his wife. For this reason alone, it is enough to prove that Marquis Xiao has already elevated his former concubine to the position of primary wife." Han Yi asked her to first look at the things he had given her, and then decide for herself whether she wanted to give him what she had prepared. On the other side, after returning to the villa, Lin Xiao immediately said to Peng Yu: "As the saying goes, while one must not harbor intentions to harm others, one must always be on guard against them. Since you have provoked Dongfang Wan and Hu Kai, they will absolutely not let you off." Moreover, Chu Yun swallowed a few detoxifying pills, and shortly after, he felt the potency of the knockout drug subside significantly, making him feel much more comfortable. Ren Fei recalled the scene back then; although time had passed, everything remained vividly before his eyes, and the faces of the dead reappeared before him. It seemed this fellow was truly determined to study under him. If he did not give up halfway, this resolve was quite commendable. Being able to make a foreigner abandon the Western medicine he once took such pride in to instead study traditional Chinese medicine with him brought a sense of quiet pride to Chu Yun's heart. "Furthermore, I poured my heart, soul, and effort into this entire esports team, and it has not a single damn thing to do with you. For you to invest some money and take a ten percent share is already quite generous." "Last time she even tried to blast me into smithereens, so I suppose probably yes," Li Gang said, referring to the incident in the base's lounge. The willows and poplars along the roadside all shrank their branches, as if welcoming the severe winter of the awakening of insects. Murong Qingge was beaten to the point where she could only emit continuous, painful whimpers, without even a chance to speak. The vines slowly sprouted new tendrils, winding around the neighboring supports and climbing straight up to the top trellis, gradually covering every inch before bursting into tiny, delicate flowers. After presenting his idea, he originally expected everyone to marvel at such a brilliant scheme, but instead, he was met with unanimous opposition from everyone except Zhang Mengtan. Before the tiger's claws even arrived, that violent wave of primordial energy was already pressing down frantically upon Yue Jing and the others. "Could that Beast King have failed his heavenly tribulation and been struck into ashes?" a Saint Monarch could not help muttering. Even Li Jian used a scarf to cover half his face, as the wind late at night was truly fierce and his overcoat was tightly wrapped around him. Li Jian was quite clever; he had fashioned several large backpacks well in advance, styles of which did not yet exist on the market. If one were not a Dao-Destroyer, who would not know of the Azure Dragon Empire? And the Heaven-Swallowing Sect was a top-tier sect within the Azure Dragon Empire, far from something ordinary people could resist—it was an existence to be looked up to with awe. "It is also normal that the servants lost their composure and decorum when Sister Ru met with misfortune; they were simply worried about their mistress." Although Old Madam Gu inwardly disliked the lack of discipline in the Duke's Manor, she would not point it out outwardly. "We don't know yet, which is why we must hurry home. Once we get back, we'll find out. Mom and Dad should be fine, so don't worry." As for what might have happened at home, Liu Zining had a rough idea in her mind. She figured that since Ai Ling wanted to strike back at her, she probably wouldn't resort to murder or arson directly. Well, as long as everyone was safe, it would be fine. Those men did not give him a chance to cry out in pain, swinging iron rods toward Wu Hua once again. The leader's rod came straight down toward his forehead, and just when Wu Hua thought his head was truly going to be cracked open and bleed, an iron-like hand steadily caught the iron rod.