Chapter 97: Throwing a Wrench, Trying to Persuade My Sister

By the time the group returned to the Gu family ridge, it was nearly noon.

The men who had come to help, though they never actually had to fight in the end, had still bolstered their side with real force. For that, gratitude was due. Yet gratitude, too, was a matter of tact; money could not be handed over openly, or else the matter would take on the flavor of hiring thugs, which would be improper and invite criticism.

The money for Chunsheng had been given quietly and in private. He would never speak of it, and that was simply an ordinary token of thanks, a different matter altogether.

Li Qingyun went to ask Madam Gu for advice, then returned home with a basket of steamed buns and more than a dozen eggs.

Looking at the scene, the first thing that caught his eye was Zhao Kai and Leng Su together.

He reached out and gently stroked the jade-like face of the sleeping man. A smile of sweet contentment spread across Ming Ye's features. Bending down, he placed a soft kiss on Mo Wushang's forehead. In the next instant, he vanished from where he stood, gone to who knew where.

He was not unaware of the danger in doing so, nor of the hidden trouble it might cause in the future, but in the pressure of the moment, he had made the decision in haste.

"Isn't west of Long Mountain just Longxi? Isn't that the very place where we live?" Zhao Boyu found Ying Kang's baffling question deeply strange.

What was more, the damaged portion of the energy supply and the junction where it met the main body of the formation were interlocked like jagged teeth; to make them fit perfectly, one had to first understand the principles of the formation around the interface.

In their eyes, Tang Yunhua and Ling Musnow were glaring at each other with utter coldness. The struggle between darkness and light seemed impossible for anyone to stop.

"Elder Vesai, I told you before: leave Simpa's physical body to me, as long as he is truly willing to follow me," Yun Fei said.

Seeing this, Bao Si swept her sleeve and turned away, walking slowly outward with a calm expression, as though no matter how great the affairs of the world became, they had nothing to do with her.

When Wen Yingying heard the conversation between the Empress and the Noble Consort Liang, she appeared to lower her head in embarrassment, yet inwardly she was already tense beyond measure.

If measured by human standards of strength, the ghost-headed dragon's combat power lay somewhere between four-star and five-star silver. The silver warrior opposite it might only possess the strength of a three-star or four-star silver rank, perhaps even less. For a human expert, defeating the ghost-headed dragon at that level was indeed asking too much.

With that said, he signaled Fourth Tiger to bind him and take him away. From the beginning until now, not a single one of Qian Fugui's men had moved. That alone showed clearly what people thought of Qian Fugui's conduct.

"There are wolves in the woods. Don't be so stubborn, and don't blame us if we won't cooperate with you," the older student said loudly.

At night, though it formed a world of its own, it could not keep out the moonlight from beyond. Bright moonlight poured down from the heavens, like a bolt of soft silk spread over the earth. In the late autumn night, the faint chill made the lonely darkness all the colder.

A clear, pure breath washed over them, carrying immaculate energy and the scent of life as it drifted through the air nearby.

This startled the black shadow so badly that the hair on its body stood on end. Moments ago it had only felt a slight chill, yet now Xiao Yan had instantly formed so many ice needles, each aimed at a vital point.

In an instant, more than ten masked men fell one after another, leaving only the leader still gasping out his last breaths.

The others nodded in silent agreement, inwardly admiring Chu Haoran. If Chu Haoran knew that merely by entering the virtual code space he had won such admiration from so many people, he might have laughed himself awake in his dreams.

Who would have thought that the moment I let go, the shaft of the ever-burning lamp would fall straight to the floor? Because there was a notch in it, the shallow groove could no longer hold the heavy lamp pole securely. I hurriedly picked it up and fitted it back into the wall, pressing it firmly with my hand.

Han was a man of what kind, Huoyanyan understood very well. He would never allow himself the slightest loss; even if it meant perishing together, he would still tear a piece of flesh from his enemy. Today, with three or more of them putting on the airs of their superiors and dispensing charity, they had touched Guo Lin's reverse scale.