Volume One, Chapter 120: The Stirring Within

Bian Xunzhou pondered repeatedly, his slender fingers tapping against the tabletop, his brows knitted tightly. "So, what should I do now?"

"Confessing your feelings directly is the best way, but it could also backfire. You need to think this through carefully!"

After hanging up, Mu Shiyu’s lips curled into a smile. It was a strange sensation; she knew full well that Chu Mo had a lover, and furthermore, he definitely did not harbor those kinds of feelings for her. For now, she was only doing this to help him.

"That won't do. If I leave now, Brother Shi will kill me!" Liu Qing said with a pitiful expression.

Han Lang looked up at the sky. The moon was obscured by dense clouds; what moon was the prince looking at?

Everyone, completely bewildered, mounted their horses, no longer paying mind to the grave robbers. Leaving behind a parting remark about the cycles of karma, Gan Qingsi bowed toward the east before mounting his own horse.

As he spoke, a sickle-hook attached to a chain appeared behind Wei Gou’er, flying straight toward Fan Ren’s cheek.

A figure flashed before his eyes, and Bai Su saw two living corpses tackle Gan Qingsi to the ground, his own hands tightly gripping their throats.

In an instant, the monster seemed as if it had been doused in aqua regia. A large section dissolved rapidly, emitting plumes of white smoke.

Prince Chen slapped his palm down. One of the coffins flew open, revealing a corpse dressed in the uniform of an ancient military general.

One must be the Grand Preceptor, but the other... His gaze gradually settled on the middle-aged man. Could he be the Grand Preceptor’s bedfellow?

It was in a wretched state, crawling out from the pile of collapsed boulders, its body drenched in blood as large patches of silver scales peeled away.

The last time it secretly devoured the Daimyo of Hojo, it used this very method—meeting with Hojo Tokimune in private when the priests and monks were away, then consuming him and mimicking his appearance.

"I am neither a wise man nor a fool. Just an ordinary person. So, Mr. Xie, you have no intention of surrendering, is that it?" Tan Lang asked softly.

The other students had experienced a tragedy where only eight out of forty-some survived, but Shangguan Yun had not been through any of it and simply did not believe in the supernatural.

"What are you thinking about? I was just checking to see if you still had any sensation," Chen Xin said irritably. He grabbed Jiang Nan’s ankle and gave it a shake.

The elders were also overcome with excitement. With a Medicine Emperor-level powerhouse protecting the Merchant Alliance, wouldn't its future surpass even the Sacred Temple?

"Sigh, that’s impossible. But this thing is like sports; the best coach isn't necessarily a world champion, and a world champion isn't necessarily a good coach."

It was as if a rain of blood were falling throughout the entire cavern, each drop landing on the ground before moving slowly toward the pool of blood as if possessed of a life of its own.

Liu Yixi rolled her eyes at Xu Hengzhou’s shameless remark, but she said nothing, allowing him to hold her. The truth was, being held by him actually helped alleviate some of the deep-seated anxiety in her heart.

In the past, the directors or production crews who invited him to participate in TV series or films had always been strictly professional—excluding, of course, the films he had invested in himself.

However, if they knew that Xu Che had voluntarily given up his top billing for love, they would probably be furious to death. You actually used your billing to support your girlfriend! Damn it! How could such an outrageous thing happen?

Rivals in love are red-eyed at the sight of each other. Fang Yi’ai was currently the perfect embodiment of this sentiment. He glared viciously at Bian Ji’s handsome face, wishing he could carve forty or fifty slashes into it before delivering one final cut below.

However, the Mond party could not afford to remain idle. Ju Leng slowly raised a finger, and the hundred god-men in the five columns behind him locked their sights on everyone in the Mond group. Each of them gradually mobilized their divine power, emanating waves of cold, murderous intent like prairie wolves, filled with a bloody and cruel atmosphere.