Volume 1, Chapter 161: Whether Live or Die, Leave It to Fate

This miserable scream pierced once more into the ears of Su Manyin, who had already fallen unconscious, startling her awake like a sudden crash of thunder as her consciousness slowly cleared.

As her awareness gradually returned, Yun Yi suddenly remembered that she seemed to have slept for a very long time. What time was it now? Oh dear, she hadn't practiced her cultivation today yet; she mustn't let it slip by! With that thought, she suddenly snapped her eyes open.

The third form builds upon the foundation of the first two, suddenly condensing the twin swords into a single point for a surprise attack, striking fiercely at the enemy's flaws while they are distracted by the previous two forms.

Although there was a faint trace of sorrow on Wuchen's face, hidden beneath it was unmistakably a hint of mischievousness.

Even though it had been more than seven years since he left Falling Blossom Village, looking at the scenery, which had barely changed at all, Yun Yi still couldn't help but feel refreshed and relaxed, temporarily casting aside all those vexing matters.

Lingxue quickly raised her hand, and the Youshe Sword in her grip slashed out a wave of sword qi, cutting straight across the red flower bud.

"Are you planning to go to Beijing?" Just at that moment, Wild Dog's voice abruptly echoed behind me, startling me awake.

The door had been forced open earlier and could no longer be securely locked. Colin reached out and pulled it half-shut, blocking the enemy's line of sight. Everyone let out a sigh of relief inwardly; they could now be considered temporarily safe.

Qin Xiao had no time to deal with him either, so he arranged for him and Jiang Juncai to share one office, while keeping a separate office solely for himself and Liu Ting, which brought much more peace and quiet.

Just like today, it was originally just a passing thought, but she simply couldn't control herself. So, taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, she quietly slipped out and stealthily followed behind Qin Xiao. Considering that Qin Xiao was drunk and his alertness was weak, she trailed step by step without being discovered by him.

Among them, she received an unexpected windfall: a camellia plant and a peony plant had both undergone mutations. That camellia, named "Eighteen Scholars," actually blossomed into eighteen different colors of flowers, dazzling and full of variety.

However, Gu Ye caught the underlying meaning Jun Miaor's words were trying to convey. Her five senses had always been exceptionally sharp, and she could faintly perceive the malice coming from Jun Miaor.

Upon hearing that Ling Chen had vomited blood and collapsed into unconsciousness, Gu Ye no longer had the heart to listen further. She downed a gulp of medicinal potion and sprinted at a hundred miles an hour toward the headquarters of Morning-Night.

"I see you've worked at the Yue residence for too long and grown quite arrogant!" Yue Tiancheng found it hard to soothe the anger raging in his chest for a long time, and ended up kicking Uncle Huang directly in the knee.

The monk looked extremely young. His face still retained a youthful innocence, yet it carried a transcendental Buddhist aura. His eyes were closed, his hands clasped together, and his lips were as vibrantly red as the maple leaves overhead. His nose was straight and prominent, and the contours of his skin and bones were smooth and firm.

Immediately afterward, taking advantage of the fact that the dark figure had not yet regained its footing, he brandished his sword and charged straight ahead. Giving the enemy no quarter, he directly slashed the dark figure's throat.

"Miss, someone is here from the Yancheng Pharmaceutical Factory!" Yueyuan walked in from outside carrying a porcelain pot of white fungus, goji berry, and longan porridge, a trace of unconcealed joy beaming across her face.

In less than twenty seconds, the black flames vanished, Song Yongcong vanished as well, and the sky once again became pristine and clear, as if nothing had ever happened.

Although none of them had reached Level 5 and couldn't engage in formal Player Killing, punching and kicking were still entirely possible. Surrounded by such a large crowd, the five of them would inevitably be pinned to the ground by the opponents, and if any humiliating or disgusting things were done to them then, they truly wouldn't have the face to go on living.

Yet he couldn't even grab any of the vegetable soup; those children swarmed into the kitchen, each scooping up a generous, heaping bowl of rice for themselves, and then rushed into the main room, scrambling to pour the vegetable soup into their own bowls.