Chapter 48

Mingfei let out a sigh of relief and replied, "I held my breath just now and walked a bit further. I felt as if a gentle breeze was blowing from ahead, but the fog grew denser and denser until I felt like I had entered a vast open space. However, the mist was so thick that I couldn't even see my own feet. Fearing I would wander too far and fail to find my way back, I had no choice but to return first."

"Let's leave it at that, thank you." Glancing over, the young man nodded, though not entirely satisfied. He felt the draft still lacked a certain something.

"Judging by their performance in the night raid the day before yesterday, they are indeed not very clever and lack discipline, otherwise they wouldn't have been so blinded by greed and taken such reckless risks." The others nodded in agreement.

The group was one he knew very well: the company from Doriath, consisting of Lúthien, Daeron, and their guards.

I clutched the money tightly in my hand. "How much is this?" I was very poor, but since someone had bandaged my wounds for me, it would be unreasonable not to pay anything.

"What I mean is..." She looked at me, but Liu Yu began cracking his knuckles at that moment, staring intently at her. His knuckles popped loudly, the sound echoing clearly.

Looking at the villa and the courtyard he had created, Qin Junxi was extremely satisfied.

I smiled. In my past life, whenever they forced me to do things I was unwilling to do, they would use these exact words. Out of pity for her and my younger brother, I brought such a miserable end upon myself. In this lifetime, I certainly have no desire to return to the path of my past life.

Clearly, this bald eagle was not as simple as it seemed. Yet, after observing it for a few moments, Charles believed he could still instantly subdue this cunning feathered beast that knew how to use bait to achieve its goals.

I walked over. Standing close, I could see the grime on her face—she was probably reluctant to spend money on soap, figuring she couldn't wash it clean anyway—and the several new wounds on her hands, along with traces of adhesive tape wrapped around them. Sweeping the streets and doing hard labor every day, her joints must ache terribly, right?

Tan Xiaoxuan was overjoyed and wanted her parents to come along as well, but Tan Zhongyi refused. He was still holding a leadership position at his workplace, and being too high-profile would create a bad impression; he would consider it after retiring in a few years' time.

At this moment, seeing Ma Yilong knocked out cold by a single punch from Ye Fan, Zhao Feng and the others were utterly shocked.

If a Martial Saint were truly to appear, the old man felt it should be Martial Saint Long Quan of the Huaxia Continent, because after all, this was the territory of the Dragon clan, and Long Quan, being a member of the Dragons, was the most likely to manifest.

Inside the broadcasting studio, Su Yanping served as the host, while Ma Zhe and Fang Ziqin sat on the sofa opposite her, the three of them chatting like old friends.

Zihan was asking himself this question as he gazed at the boundless starry expanse before him, his mood stirring inexplicably. Yet he had once read in ancient texts that the Path of the Gods is the mandatory route to reach the Sea of Laws. However, the Path of the Gods is ethereal, born from the illusion of heaven and earth, an endless realm of perpetual, unchanging night.

Listening to this, Zihan's eyes grew eager, and saliva practically pooled in his mouth. With just these few words, Zihan once again solidified the conviction in his heart: he wanted to become powerful.

Everyone thought Chu Tian was joking, but Luo Xue, held tightly in Chu Tian's arms, instantly felt the spiritual energy of the sword gripped in his right hand burst forth, while a beam of red light shot out from the blade.

"Big brother, this... does Yu'er know people from that mercenary group?" Third Uncle of the Tang family asked quietly behind Tang Cheng.

The moment that giant fist collided with the wind wall, Tang Yu also snapped his eyes open and stepped forward.

Fan Ruoxin was already dumbfounded, while Chu Tian hurriedly activated his clairvoyant and clairaudient abilities to observe the reactions of those people.

Ever since entering the police station twice, Chen Ming had increasingly sensed the importance of power. Power was not merely a symbol of status; sometimes, it even transcended money. Having money did not necessarily mean having power, but having power guaranteed wealth and the ability to effortlessly resolve problems that ordinary people would break their heads trying to solve.

The Ginseng Baby clutched its head with one hand and its bottom with the other, letting out a soft, whimpering cry with tear-filled eyes.

This was the advantage of the Water-element cultivation technique: seemingly inconspicuous, like a meandering stream, but once converged, it possessed the majestic power of the vast ocean.

While the steel gate was being raised and lowered, Yan Fengwu carefully observed the material. Relying solely on eyesight, it was truly impossible to tell any difference; it looked like ordinary steel plate, roughly three centimeters thick. Yet such steel plates inevitably had internal layers, otherwise, they could not withstand an attack from 12.7mm caliber bullets.

However, whether he was the Lord of Dongjie City or not, the owner of that aura belonged to the Dongjie Sect faction—that much was certain. In other words, the master of that aura was definitely in opposition to Liu Yi, so whether he was the City Lord of Dongjie City or not was of no importance.

"Hey, hey! Old Su! What the hell are you doing?" Chen Kai shouted directly at Su Xinghe through the team channel at the top of his lungs. For he had already reached a point not far behind Su Xinghe and the others, facing an army of Drow numbering a full six thousand.

Logically speaking, in this mission world, Li Yanxi was Consort Sun's only son, so he shouldn't be someone who made her feel afraid. Everyone's attitude toward Li Yanxi was also somewhat strange, as if they were overly terrified. It didn't quite resemble the way one treats a crown prince; rather, that fear and respect seemed to radiate from the inside out.

When Chen Kai and the others returned to the village, they found it once again filled with the sounds of weeping. They practically heard crying all the way along the road, and since the place where Xu Fei and the others rested was right in the center of the village, even though they had been in fairly good spirits before arriving, their expressions turned heavy the moment they reached this spot.

Inside the Phoenix Singing Palace, Dowager Empress Lu, who had just moments ago worn a gentle and dignified expression, no longer smiled. Su He knelt before her, recounting Bai He's previous gift of the jade bracelet.

The scene unfolding before them was extremely bizarre. Although it seemed devoid of any aggressive manifestation, a sudden sense of foreboding welled up deeply in the hearts of Qin Fengwu and the other three.

"Because I am Brother Long, and when I tell them to stop, they have to stop." Although the protective suits the three of them wore were of inferior quality, they were still sufficient to block tree branches, gravel, and the like. Through nearly twenty days of living together, Dragon Thorn had already come to regard the other two as his younger brother and sister.