Chapter 29: I Have Killed Before!

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The alley was deathly quiet, so quiet that one could only hear the crisp clacking of heels against the concrete ground.
Who is this man, and why is he so terrifying? What is that treasure in his hand? Could it be the legendary Innate Supreme Treasure, the Fantian Seal?
"Of course I know him. He is known to everyone in our Qi Kingdom," Qidie said, her tone involuntarily brimming with pride.
The man who suddenly entered was not tall, but rather stout. Wen Wanqing, standing at 165 centimeters, was bumped and rebounded slightly, her thin beanie falling to the ground.
Yi Fan seemed to relish the feeling of the soft jade in his arms. He simply held her quietly, pressing against her fair, smooth skin, savoring the texture like fine silk, allowing the bubbling water of the hot spring to ripple around them, as if his heart were rippling along with it.
Chen Hu already sensed the temperature dropping significantly; the snow line could not be far off.
Xu Chen was utterly fearless. With the Rakshasa Ring in his hand, being swarmed was useless against him. To defeat him, one would have to face him one-on-one, and possess strength far superior to his own.
He had assumed Emperor Cangmu would only rely on the grand formation left by the ancient tomb to deal with them, but he never expected the opponent to disregard everything and destroy the place entirely just to stop them.
At that very instant, a surge of energy erupted from his body, engulfing Tang Chong.
"My name is Qi Sisi. Who are you, and why are you holding my mother?" Sisi asked with a stern face. Qi Yuhan burst into laughter, leaving Sisi bewildered. Qidie didn't even need to explain; with a face like that, no one would believe the child wasn't his.
"The Lingxiao Heavenly Court and the Angel Clan—have they actually joined forces?" Di Jing frowned slightly.
"Greetings, Hall Master! Hall Master, are you unharmed?" As Zhang Luoye stepped into the hall, Huang Tianpeng and the others hurriedly rose to salute him.
After thinking it over carefully, Feng Lang felt that what Long Xuesheng said was more reliable. Since his true form was a dragon, his insight was naturally higher than that of the lonely rogue cultivator.

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Each of these giant snakes was ten meters long and as thick as a bowl. When they slammed into the shields with full force, the impact reached nearly a thousand pounds.
Zhang Luoye suddenly burst into laughter, a laugh that made the face of the tenth Sect Master of the Painted Wall Sect go cold.
In Mingfeng Street of the Huang Daxian District, there was a very famous pharmacy. It was always crowded during business hours, and because the storefront was small, there were even long queues outside.
"Don't worry, I will be responsible for restoring this place to its original state," Wuyou-xiong turned back and patted Ophelia on the shoulder, walking away without caring whether she understood him or not.
There are exceptions, however. If the burial site has issues not only with Feng Shui but is also tainted by Yin energy from the earth's veins, the zombies there may develop a faint intelligence. They then slowly grow by feeding on the Yin energy, becoming "Fur Corpses"—like the one seen before them, whose right face was covered in long white hair.
Although Hermes showed no change in his expression, Achilles could tell through his eyes that he was, to some extent, moved.
Walking along the way, the bloodstains on the walls and the scattered limbs and flesh on the ground were shocking. In some places, the walls and floors were even covered in membrane-like growths. The hospital lights were still on, but because they were smeared with blood, the light they cast was blood-red.
"Mom, don't worry. I won't regret this. If I lose Yilin, that would be the greatest regret of my life." Qiao Tianjun returned to pack some things and, without lingering, prepared to leave.
According to logical deduction, he should not have died. Therefore, someone did not want him to live; the only reason was that he had to die.
There were wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, but his gaze was incredibly profound, like a vast ocean. One look, and one could not help but be drawn into his eyes.
Ye Fei kept a mental note of all the dish names so that when he returned next time, he could order the same dishes to satisfy his cravings again.
If one were to think about issues based on pure rationality, people setting off fireworks during festivals, including staying up all night and overindulging in food and drink, only resulted in the waste of resources. If one were to insist on asking for the practical significance of such actions, one would certainly find no positive examples. Can people really be so willful just because they have money?
Xue Yao could not help but want to comfort Wanqing, but upon hearing her, Wanqing could only turn her face away.

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For the first time, her feelings for him became a joke. For the first time, her heart ached, and her eyes welled up with tears.
As he spoke, Chen Xuansheng stopped and stared blankly at a ramen shop in front of him. It was packed with people, and the rich scent of bone broth wafted out.
He was dressed in official robes, his brows tightly furrowed as if he were off to handle some urgent matter, not even noticing Feng Li ahead.
In short, for Shi Yu, WeChat messages were part of leisure and entertainment; even if they involved work content, they did not count as a disturbance.
He maintained his usual haughty and cold demeanor, as if Zhao Yuxing were beneath his notice. And rightfully so—although Zhao Yuxing was the Consort, his father and grandfather had been discussing military secrets with him in the palace only a few hours ago.
But Zhong Ling really did not want to get too close to her colleagues; after all, her current identity didn't really allow for it.
Jiang Qingshu had never seen such absurd influence. She was instantly dumbfounded. One must know that even Xie Anyun’s father, the First-Rank Grand Tutor Xie Lin, a veteran of two dynasties, did not have such high influence.
There would certainly be many powerful experts there at that time. If one could participate in the chaotic battle and survive, the value of one's achievement would be greatly enhanced.
A few wisps of cold wind blew toward Jiang Qingshu, stirring the stray hairs at her temples. The wind and snow obscured her brows and eyes, but her figure remained as steady as a mountain. The youth sheathed his sword with a "clang" and walked toward her with long, swift strides, his gaze locking onto hers from afar.
After eating and drinking his fill, Lin Chong was still pondering how to broach the subject when Ximen Qing slipped to the door.
Martial artists were naturally resistant to the cold, but even the Imperial Guards were secretly wearing extra warm clothing under their armor. They had even wrapped the sword hilts in layers of cloth because the cold was biting. Only Zhang Yu was even more excited at the sight of snow, specifically retrieving his Yingxue Sword to dance for her.