Chapter 155: Silence
"I've said it before. Someone within your Murong family meddled in mortal affairs and made an enemy of my Jiang family. Now that I've won first place in the Ancient Martial Arts Tournament, I'm likely to face danger. Understand?"
It was already late at night in the grand hall.
Jiang Chen lounged casually against the sofa, smiling as he looked at Murong Lingyun. "Therefore, with you around, I am safe within the Murong family..."
Throughout history, the only recorded individual with the destiny of the Golden-Winged Great Peng was Yue Fei.
I prepared a rich and delicious dinner for everyone. After finishing the meal, I went to the kitchen to clean the plates.
Xi Yuchen sat right behind her. He had already been quite displeased watching Yu Sang chat and team up with others, and now that they had finally beaten a boss, she still wanted to cling to him?
Feng Xiaoxiao was actually somewhat at a loss, for she could not figure out whether Yi Han's move was well-intentioned or malicious.
We did not idle away that night. The two of us worked busily through the night, carrying the items out of those two rooms and burning them all outside the temple. We then dragged in some miscellaneous debris to make the rooms look uninhabited, before finding a random spot in the main hall to sit until dawn.
Yet, an exceptionally terrifying scenario suddenly popped into her mind: what would it look like if the person sitting across from her was Xi Yuchen?
Zhang Zhenxian was utterly unhinged. He picked up a brick from the ground and, taking advantage of the moment when everyone's attention was elsewhere, delivered a fierce, heavy blow straight to the back of my head.
Chu Kun, as well as Charlie, the half-blood man who had suddenly appeared, both possessed the potential to take Feng Xiaoxiao away from him.
The voices of the nether ghosts echoed continuously, while I merely put on a show, suddenly soaring outward once I drew close to a statue.
Feng Xiaoxiao could not hear anything further because the door was closed, and the soundproofing here was surprisingly good.
Although not even the corpse of a mouse could be found among the ruins, she was overcome by an unreasoning, ominous premonition. This premonition was like a raging fire, endlessly scorching her body and soul.
He was subject to no one's restraint and naturally answerable to no one. Full of doubts, Qin Xufei had no choice but to go and ask祁士杰 (Qi Shijie).
That was the Gundam Alex brought back by Reno, which had now been painted red—a color like fire, a color representing vitality just like Reno.
With a crisp "shhh" sound, Hu Ao's hand, radiating sword qi, was violently rebounded by the floor. Hu Ao staggered, almost knocked to the ground by the powerful recoil.
After having the criminal press his fingerprint in acknowledgment, he ordered him to be taken into custody. Following a brief reprimand to Lady Li, he dismissed the relevant parties one by one, and only then ordered Feng Jingjie to be brought up to the hall.
"Danling... Danling..." Zhang Wuji muttered to himself, while seeming unconsciously pulled by Zhao Min toward the steps below. Suddenly, his foot slipped, and he staggered, almost falling. The sacrificial platform was paved entirely with flat stones, and with Zhang Wuji being a supreme martial arts expert, the fact that he nearly fell was entirely due to his distracted and absent state of mind.
Kelly was quite content with these past three years, only truly realizing it now. With this thought, she suddenly gave a self-deprecating smile.
As Nangong Ling withdrew his stance, Zhaowuda also stopped his junior brothers Kerzha and Zhuguerhan. Over on the other side, Tengbici had already been captured alive by Yan Feihong; with his acupoints sealed, he lay upon the ground. Zhaowuda walked over to help Tengbici up, tapping twice to release the sealed acupoints, before going to check on Shulei and Zamutu, only to find that the two of them had already breathed their last.
His fists were tightly clenched within his sleeves, his breathing rapid, and his entire body trembled incessantly, as if enduring the agonizing torment of a heart-wrenching and bone-piercing pain.
When it came to solo combat and battle experience, these special operations team members from Huaxia might fall far short of Wang Peng and his men. However, when it came to coordination, these special operatives who had trained and fought together for years were vastly superior, given that many of them hailed from the exact same unit.