Chapter 132: A Wounded Heart

Qin Xiao touched his slightly damp cheek, the corners of his mouth curving upward.

He returned to the imperial palace late at night, intending to head straight to the Qingxiang Palace. The events of the day had left him preoccupied with that little harlot, Tang Li. He decided to pay a visit to Lu’er to gather more information and perhaps engage in some lighthearted, romantic banter along the way.

Just then, Elder Ye returned.

...

He could erase the pain in her heart; he would shower her with endless affection, and he could help her forget Qi Rui.

Huo Yuhao remained silent, but his gaze toward Wang Dong’er was filled with tenderness. From a rational perspective, now was indeed not the right time for a head-on clash with the Sun Moon Team. However, if all his companions believed they should fight, he would never object.

The sharp blade pierced through the bodies of all the divine servants, churning them into a bloody pulp like a meat grinder.

Furthermore, this transformation occurred with startling speed. From the moment Jiang Shaoyou first noticed it, and before he could even react, the egg-sized metal sphere had completely melted into liquid, burrowing into his palm and vanishing without a trace.

At this moment, they discovered that the cage was filled with dozens of skulls! Moreover, these heads were strung together by an iron chain. Even more astonishingly, the skulls were not a dull gray, but rather a faint, eerie green.

His cell phone suddenly rang. Gu Yunmi picked it up and saw that it was a call from Gong Qinyi. She didn't know whether she should answer or not; seeing her name light up on his screen made her feel stifled.

"Haha, what do I want? I want to kill you, of course!" The half-origin god of the Demon Tiger Sect let out a thunderous laugh. He struck out with both palms simultaneously, sending two turbulent currents of spatial energy cascading toward Ling Xiao, aiming to obliterate him in a single blow.

He felt certain that he was capable; if Tang Kexin wasn't pregnant, then the issue must lie with her.

"How is it irrelevant? Wasn't the theory of relativity created by old man Einstein?" Fu Cheng remarked.

"Corpse decomposition" is a phenomenon that occurs after a body is buried, resulting in fragmentation. This fragmentation primarily manifests as detached or missing heads, and broken or severed limbs.

To be precise, it involved smuggling soap, cigarettes, alcohol, beverages, leather shoes, and other miscellaneous goods north across the border, and then bringing back local specialties to sell.

Bai Huacang was puzzled. He turned and rushed back into the stone cave, yet no matter how he looked, it was just a naturally formed cavern, neither deep nor shallow. Bai Huacang exited the cave, spread his hands, and muttered, "Remarkable."

At this moment, Yan Yun turned his head to look at the lizard. His faceplate had already slid back into place, and streaks of black blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

The soldiers were deeply moved, shouting "Fight to the death!" as they followed closely behind Zhao Yun, bracing for the final battle.

"Well? Are you three satisfied with these three weapons?" Zhang Fei asked. With a sudden wave of his hand, the weapons vanished, returning to his personal dimensional space.

Su Rui looked at Meng Mingxu in surprise. She had just been fretting over how to solve the color issue, and now it was already resolved—though, where would one even buy red yeast rice?

"It’s so difficult now... the timing is just terrible... How am I supposed to find vegetarian meals? Where am I supposed to find vegetarian food for them?"

"Is this guy sick? He says he’s looking for a mule." Xu Fei tossed his mobile phone onto the bed, furious.

After Han Feng finished his speech, he realized the awkwardness of the situation. Setting aside the fact that cocoa trees could only grow in subtropical climates, such seeds had not yet reached the Ming Dynasty, and he had no idea where to acquire them.

The most brilliant aspect of this poem was its ambiguity; one could interpret it however they pleased. It first circulated on the streets, catching the attention of relevant parties, before rumors were fabricated to point toward its intended target.

Ye Bai smiled and said, "Alright. Let's wait for dawn." After speaking, Ye Bai leaned to one side, watching the flames and the pitch-black moon on the horizon. This place was truly bizarre; if he hadn't kept his wits about him, he might have truly died out there.