Chapter 132: Bloody Mary

Qi Xiao murmured a reverent exclamation, then hurriedly asked, “So the three Lords are also…”

Midier opened the first page of the ancient book in his hand. At once, Qi Xiao caught the sharp scent of blood. It was entirely different from the foul, rotting stench of blood in Doe Forest; instead, it carried a sweet fragrance so intoxicating that merely breathing it in made one feel drunk.

“The three Lords do not rely on the power of faith to sustain themselves, so naturally they never deliberately lifted the restrictions. But the Lords, after all, were not intending to sever everything from the past…”

Seeing that the strange old man’s words were completely off the mark, Jin Ren began to lose his temper as well. He rose and was about to leave.

Yet Qin Lang, who had also been orphaned, received far more affection than his senior brother Qin Lie, but unlike Qin Lie, he possessed neither a grateful heart nor the compassionate heart of a physician.

Unlike Lord Wang Mingyang, the Grand Chancellor, Lord Gu’an was much more affable and approachable, and his manner of speaking was exceedingly gentle.

Seeing how the man was questioning him, Xu Jiangnan knew that even with the earlier kindness of letting him enter, he still would not answer. He merely shook his head.

Her father had told her that the shopkeeper had done many wrongs, but since he had never made her suffer, he had at least left himself a way to survive.

Lu Bu was not afraid of an ordinary rain of arrows, but the Red Hare beneath him could be injured. With no other choice, he pulled on the reins and knocked away the arrows that came whistling toward him one by one.

Shi Jingtian pushed open the door and walked inside. The furnishings were simple: a bed, a table, and a chair, and nothing more. Yet in each of the four corners stood several pots of flowers blooming in glorious competition, their colors vivid and their fragrance filling the room.

When Zhang Liao led the cavalry at a gallop to the northern bank of the great river, Lü Lingqi was still calmly arranging the defenses in the county town north of Fancheng. From this, one could imagine how urgently and swiftly Zhang Liao had come.

“If we look at it this way, then the crushing defeat of our Three Great Daoist Sects was only to be expected.” Ming Xuan let out a long sigh.

He had never told Mu Nuo who he really was, intending to flaunt his identity before her once they returned to Nether City. He had never imagined, however, that Mu Nuo would remain so calm after learning who he was.

“What do you mean, cover the freckles on my face with foundation? Wouldn’t that expose my true appearance?”

“You… Hui’an, why would I fake anything? You are being far too cynical about human nature.” Tao Youran bit her lip, her expression aggrieved.

That evening, when Du Waner went to visit the Grand Princess, she learned that the woman was pregnant. She was somewhat surprised, though it was still within her expectations.

Jinghua instantly felt as though cold water had been poured over her. Her entire body stiffened. She had thought of countless explanations on the way there, but when she saw Feng Muxing’s expression, her mind went completely blank.

A crisp clatter rang out. Two teeth dropped to the ground with a series of tinkling sounds. The fat man let out a shriek of pain, covered his mouth, and hopped about wildly as cold sweat broke out all over him. He was only a step away from rolling on the floor.

Despite the outcome, Lu Sheng still refused to give up. He launched another frenzied assault, as though he truly intended to fight Ghost Thirteen to the bitter end.

Si Jingjing wailed inwardly. She discreetly nudged Mark with her elbow and gave him a meaningful glance: What do we do?

Because she had not trained for several months, the hands that had once been covered in calluses had returned to their former softness and delicacy. Held in one’s grasp, they felt almost boneless.

Wei Hanjue instinctively lowered his head and glanced at his watch. It was already past half past twelve. Even if he drove back now, he would not make it in time to stop Wei Chuan.

The many great clans watching from afar were all drenched in cold sweat. Never in their lives had they seen such a terrifying divine ability born from an artistic conception. It could no longer even be called an artistic conception; it was a miracle with the power to spread.

Li Luo sensed the suppression and restraint of the person in his arms, and simply took it as Yue Xihan rejecting him.

I looked at him with a frightened and innocent expression. He wore the smug face of someone who had caught another person’s weakness, spring rippling through the corners of his eyes and brows as though it might raise waves of its own.