Volume 1, Chapter 129: A Pervert Emerges

It was past two in the morning by the time they returned from the hospital. Jiang Ning was too exhausted to keep her eyes open, while Jian Shuyan beside her had eyes wide as saucers.

"Then, she went to my mother-in-law to stir up trouble. Sigh! In the end, he found out too. Just by guessing, he figured out what I used to do. Tell me, could he possibly handle that?" Liu Yun'er looked up at Hu Dafa, as if offering him a hint.

"..." Lu Xi was dumbfounded. What was happening? In the split second she was stunned, the gold minivan that had led the way passed by the green belt, drove straight across the road, and headed deep into the rear section of the factory zone.

The night streets were quiet. Although there were many flickering lights, they lacked the neon-drenched, bustling brilliance of the homeland. There were hardly any pedestrians or vehicles on the road, yet armed soldiers on patrol were visible everywhere.

Huangfu Leiyun glanced at the other cultivators dressed in fine robes; they were all masters. The one standing next to Huangfu Leiting was so profound that even he, a Sixth-Order Great Luo Golden Immortal, could not discern their true strength.

Therefore, only Futian could protect Binghe Qianyu, who was now alone. Otherwise, if Binghe Qianyu died, the Holy Spirit Tribe would perish as well.

"Let's go, take him away!" With the help of her colleagues, Qi Ruilan took the suspect into custody and then pulled out her phone to dial Hu Dafa’s number.

All living beings finally breathed a sigh of relief, their burning gazes fixed on Wang Mu, pinning all their hopes upon him.

Tian Jie sat to one side, smoking a cigarette—a rare sight. I looked at Zhong Hao, feeling that some things needed to be made perfectly clear.

His obese body rolled on the ground like a ball, his face contorted in pain. Er Pang watched the young master walking away in the distance, a benign smile plastered on his face, yet beneath that smile, his deep eyes seemed to refract a look of malice.

He was inadequate in looks, in character, and in conduct. To the old man, everything about him was a failing grade.

"It’s nothing, just that this sword is quite good." The fan-wielder picked up the fan he had pinned to the ground, along with the soft-bristled brush that had been nailed beneath it.

He told the Blood Wolf Emperor to stay put, while he himself released the gravity of heaven and earth to form the Heaven-Heavy Battle Armor—naturally, this was to conceal his aura. Then, his figure shot up from the ground, soaring toward the Three Corpses Sect like a black eagle.

When two meet on a narrow path, the brave prevails. Strike first, or be struck; both Han Han and Yun Meng Feixiang were doing their utmost to seize that fleeting advantage.

The Qiang territories and U-Tsang had once been part of the Great Yuan Dynasty. The Qiang lands belonged to the Duosima and Dugansi Pacification Commissions—essentially most of Qinghai, southern Gansu, and the Aba and Ganzi regions of Sichuan—while U-Tsang fell under the jurisdiction of the U-Tsang and Nali Sugulusun Three Routes Pacification Commissioner’s Marshal Office.

When the morale of the army is shaken, no amount of suppression works. A million troops had been fighting for two months without setting a single foot inside Liangzhou City; there was no way to cover up such a failure.

A distance of a thousand meters was covered in an instant. The blades of the twin gold daggers emitted a dazzling red light, shooting like lasers toward the waist of the mountain peak.

At that moment, Wang Yu raised his right hand high, signaling a charge toward the ceiling. Sweat trickled slowly down his face and body, tracing his sharp nose, handsome features, and sturdy chest and arms. The droplets caught the light as they fell onto the boxing ring. He shook his hair, sending a spray of sweat flying.