Chapter 45 Severe Internal Injuries

As the saying goes, the tongue has a dragon spring sword, capable of killing without leaving a trace of blood.

Fueled by malicious gossip, the rumors claiming that Leng Yue'er brought bad luck to her husbands spread further and further. Whenever the Leng family stepped outside, they felt as though everyone around them was staring at them with strange and peculiar gazes.

Because of this, Leng's father frequently argued with people and several times almost came to blows. Had it not been for Leng's mother holding him back, he probably would have started fighting long ago.

Though a physical fight hadn't broken out yet, the anger in Leng's father's heart...

As someone who had always been busy with her career, Ye Sisi really ought to be taken out more often by her boyfriend, Bian Bei'an, to relax and breathe in the fresh air of such a millennium-old bamboo forest brimming with natural oxygen.

A few days later, a group of five traveled just like this, hurrying along by day and resting by night. Each time, Ye Feng took the initiative to serve as the lookout, the only difference being that during the subsequent legs of the journey, Ye Feng never once gave Xuan Yuanxin the opportunity to speak with him.

This was precisely why the Assassin Alliance had never deployed the first generation of augmented humans into actual combat.

Her dark, deep eyes blinked. Because of the recent intimacy, a heavy mist of moisture gathered within them, and under the illumination of the nearby torches, her glistening pupils seemed as though they were about to drip with tears. Yet her gaze shifted from calm to bewildered, and then from doubt to anxiety.

As for Ye Feng, his mind was currently a complete blank. Moving forward meant death, and retreating also meant death; he truly could no longer think of any solution. Perhaps all that he knew how to do... was simply to breathe, and circulate the natural energy within his body to restore his physical form.

Wang Zha swung his long spear once more, sending several terrified Jin soldiers flying into the air, and issued another prompt.

By the end of his words, a chill radiated from Ye Feng's speech, and the killing intent emanating from his body surged by a full fifty percent.

Ye Yuxue's body trembled slightly. Although the expression on her face did not change in the slightest, Wang Zha still caught an unusual trace of a clue.

However, Li Botao, who had always valued loyalty and righteousness, had no choice but to swallow his broken teeth and bitterly acknowledge the situation.

In the quiet night of Londonwick, there were only the occasional barks of dogs and the dim, yellowish glow radiating from the night watchman's lantern.

Faced with Liang Nian's endless harassment, Shen Ruyue could truly be said to be suffering immensely. Jiang Zijin was usually busy with his career, leaving Shen Ruyue with no one to vent to, forcing her to digest all these unhappinesses entirely on her own.

These elderly individuals had dedicated their entire lives to the country. He respected them, and provided he was in a position to help, he didn't mind lending a hand.

The open ground where the two had chosen to stage their arm-wrestling match had now been reduced to ruins, devoid of a single intact patch of earth, and even the houses closest to the battlefield had been affected by the fallout.

The northern region was temporarily off-limits. The two known Chaos Demon Legions, Marianda and Seraphine, were both stationed in the north. Having already provoked both legions, heading there would undoubtedly plunge him into extreme danger, and there was no guarantee someone wouldn't come looking for him the very next day.

"Negotiate? What is there to negotiate?" Emperor Meteor felt he must have gone mad to listen to this nonsense.

"The facts are right before your eyes, big sister. If you still want to splash dirty water on our shop, don't blame me for being impolite."

Thinking about how his own family's outhouse was still unsettled, he certainly didn't want to just place a large vat beneath his rear end and call it a day.

Zhu Zhu called out "Grandfather" and "Uncle," and selecting the most crucial details, recounted everything that had just happened at home.

Discovered, so be it. If worst came to worst, she would just take the exams early right on the spot and graduate directly.

"It should be pretty much cleared u—" Just as Obito was about to say that the Ninja Alliance forces should have been completely wiped out, he caught sight of the Ninja Alliance outside the barrier and fell abruptly silent.

The county magistrate received these two or three imperial scholars within the residence of the metropolitan graduate, mobilizing and encouraging them. For scholars facing financial difficulties, the magistrate would even buy them houses and grant them silver, lifting any worries from their minds so they could travel to the capital for the examinations in complete peace of mind.

"When did you see it?!" Old Odrian looked even more astonished, his tone completely different from usual as he hurriedly pressed for details.

"Take responsibility? What is he going to use to take responsibility for you? Do you think there's any chance he will call off the wedding?" Wang Zhaixuan directly raised a sharp question.

Huang Chao was indeed somewhat surprised by Gao Pian's arrival. Logically speaking, after Yun Zhen and Tian Lingzi had a falling out, court officials ought to have severed all ties with Tianmen. Presumably, Gao Pian was a shrewd figure who had seized this rare opportunity to act in such a manner.

Early in the morning, devoid of any dazzling solar starlight, Mo Li opened her eyes, finding it somewhat difficult to tell whether it was day or night, because the nights of the Ghost Clan were just as bright—a fact that had always left Mo Li utterly baffled.

Huo Ziyin's breathing became unstable, turning into a rare, heavy panting. This was by no means a good sign; it proved that Huo Ziyin's body was struggling to adapt to this environment.

When finally uttering the words "kill the ghosts," Xingyu deliberately shifted his gaze toward Leixiu, making his implication abundantly clear: the one capable of killing ghosts was not himself, but Leixiu.

If we merely put on a show before the villagers, pulling out the fierce teeth and sharp claws of this pair of paper tigers, their momentum will naturally wane. Our nation has always possessed the tradition of beating a dog that has fallen into the water, and when that time comes, everyone will step forward to trample a momentum-less paper tiger to pieces.

The Great Serpent King no longer dawdled, launching an all-out attack. Every swing of its spiked club stirred up spatial rifts, causing time-space distortion in the current surroundings. If an object's hardness fell short of a fifth-tier spiritual weapon and failed to exceed the absolute hardness threshold of space, it would be instantly sucked into the sub-space, thereby suffering devastating damage.

Upon entering the dormitory, she quickly climbed onto her bed, undressed, and prepared to sleep, only to realize she was still wearing Rong Xu's short-sleeved T-shirt. She briefly considered taking it off to wash and return to him the next day.

Wen Yang had no desire to poke his nose into other people's domestic affairs, especially since Qian Guizhi wearing a green hat and cuckolding Wen Shilong was hardly a decent matter—there was simply nothing worth advising.

"Damn it! Don't use the Old Ghost to scare me, and you expect our boss to come and talk in person? Who the hell does he think he is?" The other party showed absolutely no respect for the flat-topped-haired group, directly hurling abuse and uttering extremely harsh words.

As she said this, Mo Ruchun casually rested her hand on Qiao Xinshuai's shoulder, lightly patting it as if nothing were amiss.

When I groggily opened my eyes again, the sun had already risen. It was late June, and the blazing balcony sunlight beat down upon my face, scorching me with intense heat as beads of sweat as large as soybeans cascaded down.