Volume One, Chapter 12: Do Not Leave

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Qu Pan heard what sounded like voices outside and paused while removing the hairpin.
Once the outside fell silent again, Qu Pan took off the hairpin, skillfully pried open the shackles, quietly slipped off the ground, and silently opened the wardrobe.
Inside the wardrobe were only men’s clothes; there wasn’t a single woman’s garment.
Could it be that Chu Hanliang hadn’t sought out a woman in all these five years?
Qu Pan shook her head—whether he did or not was none of her concern.
Chu Hanliang’s usual clothes were few; Qu Pan picked out a sky-blue long robe and put it on. She folded the robe at the waist and tied it with a belt, transforming the floor-length robe into an ankle-length skirt. Then she draped a woolen overcoat over it. At least now she could go outside.
But how was she going to get out? Qu Pan’s gaze fell on the balcony outside the window.
Meanwhile...
After both sides exchanged formal greetings, Zhang Nianzu got straight to the point: “I’m honored. According to records, the last time so many people gathered like this was...” He glanced at Li Erhu beneath the podium, who signaled ‘three’ with his fingers.
Unfortunately, they came from the eight great sects, and as rivals, they were destined only to be swept aside.
The stage was shrouded in white smoke; the assassins frantically waved their hands, trying to disperse it, but to no avail.
On the street, the colorful neon lights began to flicker one after another. The rain continued to fall from the gray, overcast sky. Illuminated by the street lamps, the countless silver strands wove a dense net, spreading everywhere, as if the entire world had turned sorrowful.
“Your sister, your sister—where did she go?” Even though I had anticipated the outcome, I still couldn’t believe it and found myself asking aloud.
I dared not enter the door, nor look at Sister Mei’s photo, yet I steeled myself and went inside, seeing Sister Mei’s portrait smiling happily.

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I thought about it—so Zuo Zhu had another identity; he wasn’t part of the Huang Fist. Suddenly, I recalled how he saved me.
Fang Zheng’s words demanded a clear answer: if the Xiao family’s actions were deliberate revenge, he might as well stop fighting altogether.
Xue Wushuang knew well that the fireball had been sent by the Fate Guardian, who clearly forbade her from saving Zhou Qian.
A soft aquamarine light gently enveloped Yue Mengxin, quickly stopping the bleeding on her chest, and the wound began to heal slowly.
The fierce fire-element resonance of the great man had left a deep impression on Wang Zhen. In Wang’s eyes, the shock caused by this elemental resonance was no less impressive than his own heroic summoning.
It was like a beggar telling a rich man, “You don’t even have the right to carry my shoes”—how utterly laughable.
“Since you put it that way! Leave it to me!!” Diamanti, whose spirits were lifted by those words, was already burning with the flames of battle.
Arrogance! Utterly arrogant. Everyone was stunned; how could someone dare speak such blasphemous truth? Was he mad?
At the time, Zhou Xun was beside several doctors. The senior physician conducting the lecture deliberately urged him to try, and indeed, the prescribed medicine was correct. After brewing a bowl, the fever subsided that very day.
Behind the artillery position came the ten towering catapults personally commanded by Zhou Yuji.
“I’m sure you know the importance of today’s talks—security must be tight!” The young major spoke with some arrogance.
Fortunately, this printing machine was automated, greatly reducing the chance of errors. Moreover, it enhanced secrecy.
After the soldier finished speaking, he returned to his unit. The remaining British soldiers collectively turned toward a British colonel, all eyes filled with hope—who would willingly face death when there was a chance to survive?
Checking the system prompt, I realized the protruding gray rocks were stepping stones across the blazing fire sea. We had to step on these stones and make proper jumps to reach the other side safely, completing this perilous witch demon trial.

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At this moment, Yan Wu’s heart ached deeply. Su Wei saw his pain and the people transformed into lakes—each one a scene of devastation and ruin, cries of unbearable sorrow. They were all innocent; one could say the entire city was innocent.
After losing the match, A Yan withdrew his Venusaur and shook hands with Shinji, who had recalled his Jolteon, then left quietly without a word.
“It seems Taiyi’s Lava Snail has the Flame Body ability; the Giant Claw Mantis is already burned,” the commentator said.
Lupin said: Personnel can be deployed early; the key is in the planning. Are you ready?
Gu, however, found no trace of the Dragon Soul’s aura, which drove her nearly mad.
Now the entire arena was covered in ice. Shinji dared not let his Shiny Psyduck move aggressively—if it slipped, a single grass-type move from Venusaur could disable it.
“Roar.” But the more they worried, the more inevitable it became. After the tearful river struck the Ice Lion of Heaven, a painful howl emerged from the mist. Though brief, the cry turned into a howl filled with resentment.
Kuang Yan, arriving in haste, spoke bluntly with the straightforwardness of a hardened soldier, showing no restraint before those present, including Yu Lin Temple.
Mo Yunyan stood, dusted off her clothes, and said to Hou Ji: “Our paths differ; we will not conspire together. I don’t care what others think—I must save my people.” After speaking, she ignored the gods and demons and charged directly into the formation.
Hearing Mo Chu Xi’s warning, Wen Xin’s legs trembled inwardly, gripped by a fear as if standing at the edge of an abyss.
Mi Ran’er quickly got up and retreated into the cave. The space inside was limited, leaving the eagles little room to move. Resisting inside might buy some time—hopefully enough for Gus and the others to return.
Yet Mu Zhen’s next words made Yu Tian feel as if he had been slammed down from the heavens only to be swiftly lifted back up to the highest realms.