Volume 1, Chapter 50: You Must Be Blinded by Dog Greed

Page 1 of 3

In time, he would become indispensable to her, perhaps even fostering a frightening dependence. She would follow him wherever he went, clinging to him constantly. What kind of situation would that create?

After Bu Qing took out the Soul-Calming Pill, she instead became unhurried, deliberately keeping Bu Lan in suspense.

Lightning flashed and intertwined. The Big Dipper seemed to be under the man’s command, automatically joining together into a multicolored river of stars.

Huang Ying’er harbored love but no hatred. Reincarnation might not grant her a particularly favorable identity, but seeing how efficiently she packed her things, Yin Xi began to consider keeping her there.

When the mixture was nearly ready, Ye Ling brought out a series of cherries. With swift strokes of the knife, she turned each one into the shape of a flower petal.

At that moment, Wind Soul spoke. “Then let me lead the way.” Perhaps he simply sent successive gusts of wind ahead, flying toward the distance, while they continued onward. For the rest of the journey, however, they could do nothing but wait for news from him.

No one was there to prove Yin Xi’s theory. She relied only on the instincts she had cultivated over many years: this being was certainly neither human nor one of those ghostly things outside.

After seeing Ling Yu off, Ye Ling returned to Lin Yuxun’s home. For some unknown reason, the Lin family had already gathered in the main hall.

Given the situation, all they could do was remain there and wait, hoping for an opportunity to obtain something.

After Mu Mian’s brief post was published, all the earlier posts concerning A Yun had been removed.

For example, the metallic flowers produced by Pure Spring Water Hyacinth were a commonly used material in preparing the foundation for wall plaster.

After another 3D simulation video was played, they could not help feeling that the Alchemy Republic had defeated them according to precisely this kind of strategy. Their defeat had been utterly stifling; they had not even possessed the strength to fight back.

Page 1 of 3

Page 2 of 3

“Understood.” Lin Zeng left, and Yue Guanjun did not find it strange. In fact, after spending more than a month at Duonao Mountain, he was astonished that Lin Zeng had stayed there so long.

Perhaps she had been too excited the previous night to fall asleep until late. Yun Ge was now so sleepy that she could hardly keep her eyes open.

Huan Wen nodded in agreement. His actions also demonstrated one thing: he had not placed his hopes for the invasion on a division within Rome’s forces—not at the initial stage, at least.

“My wife, and a son?” Meng Xuran’s voice was chillingly cold. His hands also began to drift toward the saber at his waist.

The instant the fireball rose into the sky, the white-robed mages surrounding Brightness Sacred Mountain began to move. They made no attempt to advance and break through the Miracle Formation. Instead, they all retreated. Yet after withdrawing only a short distance, they stopped, maintaining a separation of several dozen meters from the formation.

Outside, the Kazan World Swimming Championships were in full swing. In the hotel room where he had been confined, however, Ning Tao felt only an icy chill throughout his body.

“It would be best if we fetched the water for today’s cooking from upstream.” It was not that there was anything particularly important about it, but he did not want to drink the bathwater of these people—especially when they had gone so long without bathing and were all filthy as pigs.

The group continued deeper into the mine. According to the map, they had already reached the latter half of the mine tunnels. From time to time, they discovered mutated Scarlet Jade Emperor Scorpions. These scorpions might have been left behind when members of the Crimson Mercenary Corps infiltrated the mine, but why they had come here was something worth pondering.

As he spoke, Qin Junxi placed his hand behind Duan Hanxin and silently sent a thread of inner force into her body.

Though Yun Xiao was rejected by Feng Xiaoyao, he did not feel disappointed. He knew that every path of swordsmanship had to be explored by oneself; no one else could truly teach it.

Only by using the power of the Netherworld Stone to draw out the deathly aura within Su Zhengxing was there any hope of survival.

The man was extraordinarily tall, standing nearly eight feet high, as graceful as a jade tree in the breeze. He wore a bright red robe trimmed with fox fur. His face was blood-red, his pupils black and gleaming, and his diamond-shaped lips resembled blood. His long, glossy black hair fell loose over his shoulders, lending him an almost demonic air. He was clearly a ruthless man.

Page 2 of 3

Page 3 of 3

A circular wall surrounded the round arena. Six stone gates were set into it; one stood open, while the other five remained closed.

The moment he saw what was displayed on the phone, Qin Junxi sat bolt upright in the hospital bed.

After hearing Long Zhangkong’s words, Yun Xiao nodded, indicating that the duel could end there.

Now he could only hope that Yun Xiao would not return, and that he would go as far away as possible. Otherwise, Yun Xiao would be walking straight toward death.

“I believe there is no need for us to panic just yet.” At last, unable to listen any longer, he spoke slowly. The instant his voice sounded, the noise from below the platform and from the steps vanished. Silence descended all around.

Those four figures were none other than the few chimera-like beasts. They had suffered defeat at Danyuan Mountain, and Blood Red had been burned to ashes by true fire.

Hua Yue knew that Zhang Meng was impatient by nature, but this matter could not be rushed. They still had to wait for the right opportunity.

“All right, all right! My lord, please do not worry! I will arrange it at once!” the old man said fearfully.

Judging from Bai Zhan’s expression, however, and the firmness in his voice, it was obvious that he had absolute faith in his own powers of perception.

Xing Chu looked at the elderly man, whose eyes were filled with hope and whose life was already burning down like a candle in the wind. He nodded silently and said, “Very well. But you must prepare yourself mentally. I have already severed your son’s head. I hope that when you see him, you will not blame me.”

He could not bring himself to deny an old man the wish he held before death. All he could do was tell him the truth.

Page 3 of 3