Volume 1, Chapter 112: I Don't Want to Leave You Anymore

I thought the same. This woman is nothing less than a calamity, forever scheming against me from behind the scenes.
Yan Qiuning was very angry inside, because this woman had already suffered so many misfortunes.
Then Chen Hao cleaned up all the remaining corpse qi in the other parts of the village, and only then came to the place where the corpse-qi patients had been kept.
He only hoped that Li Xia would truly keep her promise and hand over the Rakshasa Token to him first thing tomorrow morning; once he had it, he would leave.
It is like today: when you have a whole hundred-dollar note, you are unwilling to spend it, but once that note is broken into loose bills, spending it no longer feels like anything.
Luo Luo was overjoyed. "Then that one favor of a shared meal from before—was that repaid as well?" He had gone without food for so long, and since Feng Yan was so easy to deal with, he of course tried to seize the opportunity.
There is no need to worry about this. A hundred days have passed, and Yajun Lu’s injuries have recovered well on examination. Let him be discharged. The doctors agreed, and Yun Feng and the others all thought it was fine, so they asked Cui Yanli to stay with Lu Yajun at the company as a backup.
Junyan nodded, and his eyes had already shifted to the Night Tribe man who had spoken before. His face resembled Night Rain Han’s very closely, but it was even more severe, and the look he directed at Junyan was also cold.
Yet perhaps it was because of this that, as Xingyue grew older, people always felt she held in her heart many things that could not be spoken.
Xi Zhicai, Xun Yu, Sima Yi and other strategists, called in as well, all repeatedly bowed before Cao Cao.
Behind him, Liu Wuchen stood at a distance, a strange light in his eyes; beside him the dragon-lion beast raised its head high, its mouth wide open, as if it were laughing too.
Hua Jiu was forced back into the formation once again. She glanced at the slowly healing wound on her arm, and her eyes sharpened.
The carriage moved slowly along the road, swaying so much that Zhong Lishuo felt sick in his heart. As the carriage drew nearer the Palace City, Zhong Lishuo increasingly felt himself developing a strange sensation toward this city he had once longed for beyond measure, a feeling that held longing, terror, fear, and much excitement all at once.
Minglong fled from Yangzhou City straight toward the Great Desert with Qingyan. Qingyan sat behind him, her delicate arms tightly wrapped around his waist, her whole body pressed against his back. Minglong felt terribly awkward. But with pursuers behind him wanting to take his life, he had no time to care about such things now.
"You are too overbearing! Even if you have the Sharingan, so what? A descendant of a fallen clan!" the water clone said scornfully.
He kept staring blankly at the food on the table until, at this moment, Wang Xiu finally came to his senses.
Zhong Lishuo had stayed at Consort Jing’s place for a long while before returning to his own princely manor. The feeling in his heart was unpleasant; gradually he began to feel he was following the path his emperor-father had walked years before.
"Now that several of you have stayed in New City for a while, how do you feel about it?" Master Xuanji of the Dao did not press the horse matter further; instead, he wanted to hear the Hu merchants’ impressions of New City, since several of them had already lived there for some time.
Sweeping the battlefield, carrying bodies, and covering over all the bloody grotesqueness with a mask of peacefulness—that was what Nalan Mingshui saw when she came here.
In one smooth motion he extended his arm and Lei Yu threw an old-fashioned punch at the third aberration charging in. "Thud!" the powerful fist struck its ugly face, and a sharp sound came as its cheekbone was shattered, followed by a brief cry of pain.
"Good. That is all for the general plan. Do you have any questions?" Ye Feng said from the bed.