Chapter Fifty-Seven: Liu Peier’s Treasure (Part Two)

Yun Shuang’s brows furrowed instantly as she cast a faint glance at Xu Changyong. “I’m fine,” she replied.

“But I heard from the villagers that Sister Wu knocked you to the ground. I was terribly worried,” Xu Changyong said, seemingly oblivious to the impatience on Yun Shuang’s face, trailing after her every step.

Even Yun Shuang couldn’t help but admire him—Xu Changyong’s skin was growing thicker by the day. In the past, her cold demeanor would make him embarrassed, but now he wore an expression as if nothing could faze him.

Only now did Ligredo sense something was amiss. Her uneasy expression mingled with anticipation. Wasn’t it difficult to face someone directly when taking a detour? Ligredo asked outright.

Seeing Murong Tian dead, the Grand Mage was furious, gathering all his lifelong power, each move aimed to strike at vital points. Yet he did not realize that the Pair of Love Swords grew stronger against powerful opponents. With every glance and gesture, every tacit understanding, every harmony and unity, each move followed the next in perfect order, offense and defense intertwined, mutual understanding and affection reaching the swordsmanship’s pinnacle.

In the dead of night, Li Zhihui lifted the sheet and slipped out of bed, just as Zhang Zhao was returning. Neither could see the other’s expression, but both knew they were being watched.

It was precisely this characteristic that the Spear of Vengeance relied upon, granting her remarkable flexibility in both offense and defense, drastically improving her chances of survival.

Richard demonstrated to her exactly what he meant by his earlier words. As the tentacle fell to the floor, Ligredo, left exposed, could no longer restrain herself, and her waste sprayed out mercilessly.

Here, there might not be any particularly large tribes, but that didn’t mean there were none—some tribes even had quite a few formidable individuals.

Watching Lu Erdao flee with screams, rolling and crawling, Fang Yu frowned, glanced at his wife, who acted as if nothing had happened, and called for her husband to get into the car.

They claimed to sleep, but neither actually did. They chatted about everything under the sun, recited poetry, and exchanged witty verses, deeply captivated by each other’s talent. The conversation lasted all night.

This place was never prosperous, and now with all sorts of undead creatures appearing from every direction, it seemed even more desolate.

Murong Yu quietly sat beside Zheng Chen. Zheng Chen leaned against the cave wall, instinctively pulling Murong Yu into his arms.

The Inspector, supervisor of the capital’s officials, though his rank was only slightly above a minor noble, held a position higher than that of the Chief Commandant.

From his perspective, Chen Fan possessed the common flaw of geniuses: arrogance. Because he had broken through so easily earlier, he became reckless, believing himself invincible and dismissing his teacher’s advice as outdated platitudes.

“So many grandiose words! Fine, I’m leaving!” Chan Xiaotian glared at Zheng Chen, turned, and prepared to depart.

For half a month, Madam Liu Zhang had been all words and no action, constantly expressing concern for Madam Liu Fang but never actually doing anything for her. Madam Liu Fang had never tasted a meal from her, not even a sip of water had Liu Zhang brought her.

Thinking of this, Hunter became excited, as if he’d returned to his peak in his twenties.

Qin Yu paid no heed, fully aware that these people were intentionally trying to provoke him from start to finish.

Killing intent swirled around them, and everyone in the hall instinctively stepped back in fear. When two Sunfall-level experts fought, even the aftermath could be deadly to bystanders.

The Xianbei cavalry, still holding back some strength, could not display even thirty percent of their combat power under these circumstances.

“Retreat!” Emperor Fan shouted loudly. He could sense that such an onslaught was far beyond what the three of them could withstand.

Anxiously, she gazed out the window. The whole world was howling with wind and pouring rain. She quickly took out her phone to check—she hadn’t returned so late before, and wondered if Ji Jinnan had called.

I’ll go right away. The commander quickly stood up, gathered his subordinates, and hurried off. But he was doomed to return empty-handed.