Volume Three: Turmoil at Xuanwu Gate - Chapter 122: Loyalty and Honor

After a long moment, Li Xuanba let out a deep sigh. He personally helped Lei Meng to his feet, dusted off his lapels, and patted his shoulder. His voice softened considerably as he said, "Enough, stop crying. It was my fault for blaming you. You're a grown man now; don't go acting like a sniveling woman."

Lei Meng choked back his sobs, wiped his tears, and whimpered, "Right, I'll stop. Now that you're back, Commander, we have our backbone again. From here on out, the brothers will be counting on you."

Li Xuanba nodded. "Naturally. You are the soldiers I raised; we share in both glory and disgrace. Killing the enemy and winning merit is up to you, and securing rewards and recognition is up to me. If anyone dares to give our Black Armor Army a hard time again, we..."

"The illusion is collapsing, Lu Xin; you cannot keep her forever!" An aged, raspy voice suddenly echoed from the sky.

The carriage could not be left here, or the pursuing enemies would discover their location. Let them chase after this empty carriage instead.

After stunning the Deep Sea Warrior, Yang Tian unleashed two bone spears, instantly carving away half of its health, leaving it with less than 15 million.

Bate had also slain a few Vampire Counts; the remaining ones finally took flight, hovering in the air.

5688 finished a greasy meat bun and stared longingly at the one on Shi Qi's plate.

The other three expressed their agreement. They, too, feared a world overrun by zombies. If it came to that, even with the enhancement serums they had injected, they wouldn't last long against the endless tide.

With a loud slam of the door, and only after Kaoru's bouncing figure disappeared from view, did Yukinoshita speak, her tone carrying a trace of subtle dissatisfaction and helplessness.

"Please, teacher, do not fabricate facts." Lina held onto a sliver of hope that Fantasia was merely trying to bluff her.

Su Linglong was stunned for a moment before she regained her composure. She offered a smile that was awkward yet polite. She couldn't be blamed for being so captivated; this garden was well-built and far more pleasing to the eye than the garish gardens of the War Prince's estate.

Before she could say more, she felt a tingling sensation on the top of her head. A string of beautiful notes cascaded down, sounding like jade beads clattering into a basin.

Good heavens—the moment these words left his lips, the previously smiling face of Qin Wuyan froze over.

"Please, General, step inside." To spare Gu Jingfeng any embarrassment, Wei Liang quickly stepped aside and led him to a private room on the second floor.

"I'm going to sleep for a while. Call me if it flares up," the handsome man said, casting her a languid glance.

Judging by what she had learned, anyone Qin Wuyan disliked was immediately dealt with—wiped out, body and soul, without a trace.

That hand, perfect as polished jade, reached out without a word and gripped her chin. His fingertips were icy, and with a slight pressure, Xin Hu was forced to part her lips.

Su Yunliang emerged from the barrier with a rosy complexion and a faint, enigmatic smile on her lips, looking no different than usual.

"Let's change tactics. I will hold off the strongest one, and you take the chance to finish off the others," Mi Sanzhi commanded.

Chancellor Tian Qianqiu had intended to remain neutral, believing that the less trouble, the better. But the moment he heard they intended to charge Xu Ren with a crime, he grew anxious.

At this moment, even Chen Dagang and the others who had been captured looked at Tang Zhong in front of them with expressions of extreme dismay.

The patient's bleeding had stopped, and scabs had already begun to form. It could be said that the patient was now out of danger.

"Do you remember me telling you that playing the fool comes with a price?" As Jin Lufeng spoke, his hands began to move over Jian Rui.

Han Qidi had no idea just how monstrous the durability of Luoyu's physical body was, but how could she not know? After being bombarded by her own rank-six Dou Qi blast and remaining unscathed, it seemed that no matter how powerful Wang Zihan was, there was no chance of victory.

Perhaps her son had been married in secret all along. At the mere thought of Ding Le living with a man, she felt a wave of nausea rise in her throat, adding to her already fragile state.