Chapter 38: Parting Words in the Dead of Night

Jiang Zhuo bade farewell to Su Yanqing and returned to her room. It was already the Hour of the Dog.

Carrying a plate of bean cakes back to her room, Jiang Zhuo happened to see Bai Feijun standing stiffly outside her door, one hand raised uncertainly, wanting to knock yet unable to bring himself to do so.

Bai Feijun seemed lost in thought, so absorbed that he failed to notice Jiang Zhuo appearing at the end of the corridor.

“A-Zhuo, I know you’re not asleep. You’re only avoiding me.” In the end, Bai Feijun lowered the hand he had tried to raise and spoke with undisguised anguish. “I know it was…”

The middle-aged wife often let out a coarse laugh. Her dark, homely face was hardly pleasant to look at, yet the middle-aged husband gazed at her with a foolish, clumsy tenderness, as though that face were the most beautiful in the world.

Moreover, golden needles were finer and softer than silver needles, so only a very small number of people who possessed inner strength could use them.

Wan Xin lowered her head shyly, making Wu Cuilan and the others burst into laughter. Seeing how harmoniously the two girls got along, Wu Cuilan finally felt reassured.

A luxuriant bamboo grove towered over the rear grounds of the Military Statistics Investigation Bureau. The evening summer breeze swayed the emerald bamboo, producing a rustling sound that sent a shiver through the heart and lent the place a gloomy, eerie air.

As for General Huo Qubing, who was granted the title Wolf Dweller at Mount Xu, he had utterly crushed the Xiongnu until they no longer possessed the strength to strike back. Even the songs of the people had grown sorrowful. Surely anyone with ears had heard that ballad.

Su Ranran’s expression suddenly darkened. She was actually the princess of the Kingdom of Pace? How could that be? How could that be?

The Soul-Severing, Life-Reaping Leg Technique was, by its very nature, a method of killing. Once unleashed, even the old drunkard Lei Dongtian could not control it.

Ye Youyao regarded the Old Ghost of All Herbs with a frigid gaze and slowly placed his hand around Su Jinxi’s waist.

She had come bearing both Nanli’s army and the ghost army of the Soul Palace. No matter how many identities she possessed, she was still Su Jinxi—nothing but Su Jinxi.

Lü Mingduan did not have the Number 76 assassins lie in ambush in the forest and fire potshots at the patrols. Instead, he chose to strike at the assembly workshop of the more influential Number 21 Arsenal.

As the lord of Blockade City, Xiao Cheng had witnessed every kind of chaotic scene and remained as composed as ever. Yet the ruthlessness in his eyes was enough to make anyone’s heart tremble.

“Dongfang Yuqing, haven’t you always boasted of being filial? Is this how you show filial piety to the old master?” Dongfang Yewang pointed at Dongfang Yan, who lay unconscious in the intensive care unit, and demanded in a harsh voice.

Longdu loved collecting treasures and the like. Perhaps he might be able to steal something from it.

“I only followed Yuqing’s method and used the jade disc to transfer energy to my little sister. I didn’t do anything else. You’re asking me how it ended up like this, but I don’t know either,” Wu Dao said.

And because she was wearing a school uniform, which did not fit her particularly well, the skirt was too loose, the vest was too large, and the shirt sleeves were visibly too long. They had been folded several times at the cuffs. She looked fresh and delicate, but standing there, she was utterly inconspicuous.

Though they knew perfectly well that it was impossible, deep down they still instinctively hoped that a miracle would occur.

He had obtained the power of the earth-vein spirit from within the earth vein. Now he ought to seize the time to absorb it, leaving no room for the slightest delay.

With a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, Li Xiaoyao opened his account and swaggered through the streets of Profound Sword City with Yan Li at his side.

Jiang Yuan’s body went limp, yet he forced himself to remain standing and refused to kneel. His sharp gaze bore straight into the young man opposite him.

At that thought, Dongfang Yuqing suddenly stumbled two steps. He seized the titanium-alloy rail beside the hospital bed and only barely managed to steady himself.

“Don’t be hasty. This is the only entrance leading into the depths of Poison Insect Ridge. We’ll set an ambush here and catch them like turtles in a jar,” said the one-eyed dragon seated at the head, a burly, bearded man in a black robe. His confidence was absolute.

At that moment, Grand Protector Lu Fang once again volunteered for the mission. Yang Lin had always known how loyal he was. Lu Fang was also steady and reliable. Though he would probably never accomplish some extraordinary feat, neither was he likely to make any grave mistake. Yang Lin was very fond of him, and therefore he would never agree to sacrifice Lu Fang now.