Volume 1, Chapter 68: Bad Luck! Tail Trapped and Spotted

Xiao Weimo lowered the corners of his eyes; Qiao Yuan was indeed far more than just a spatial awakener.

"Colonel... should we still move in?" Sha Xinping asked awkwardly.

"Go ahead. Maintain discipline and take those troublemakers away for confinement."

"Yes!"

However, due to the defeat in this team fight, Leng Feng, if no one else, could be considered completely broken.

"Big brother, I should be at the peak of the Spirit Martial Realm right now, right?" Wang Ting asked somewhat uncertainly.

What he didn't know was that his guess wasn't far off. Although Wenren Ya hadn't liked Shen Xiao at first, she didn't have feelings for anyone else either, which actually saved Shen Xiao a lot of trouble.

"Can you say that again?" Ma Chao of Shanghai wiped his mouth, his expression turning solemn.

Leaning into his embrace and finding a comfortable position, Wenren Ya also closed her eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep.

The dragon power within Wang Jie's body transformed into golden light, completely enveloping the two red light spots. Wang Jie tossed them into a jade bottle and then stored it away in his spatial ring.

Li Ye arrived in front of the temple and shouted loudly to the soldiers on both sides: "Diao Shi is dead! Drop your weapons, and your capital crimes will be pardoned!"

Xuan Ming glanced sideways at Qingyan. Her mind was far too simple, and he didn't even need to think to know what she was plotting. Minglong looked back at these two strange people, gave an acknowledgment, and headed toward Jinse's room on his own.

Dozens of Dengzhou officials in the grand hall looked at one another; none of them was willing to open their mouth and offend anyone.

As Lü Qi finished speaking, the slight frown between Ling Xiao's brows relaxed, and he then directed his gaze toward the attendants he had brought along.

Han Youqing immediately nodded and began discussing with Jiang Li what dishes to prepare later, ensuring that dessert and everything else after the meal were planned out in advance.

He Xinzhang walked and thought, deciding that upon his return, he could find Meng Chudong for a chat and, if the opportunity arose, introduce Meng Chudong to Qiao Song.

Looking into the darkness, Feng Aoyue watched the glowing butterflies. After circling in a wide swarm around her, that massive cluster of butterflies suddenly flew off toward a specific direction, as if guiding Feng Aoyue forward.

Upon hearing that Jiang Li was treating them to a meal, Yan Ling instantly leaped up, and Qiao Mingyang's expression improved slightly as well.

It was precisely for this reason that he was also willing to listen to what the old man had to say next, and what he intended to discuss with him.

If one were hunting for a wealthy catch at such an occasion, dressing grandly was certainly an option. If one wanted to attract attention, dressing in a more revealing and sexy manner would work.

The translucent flower floated quietly in mid-air, behaving almost like a living creature. Upon seeing Feng Aoyue arrive, it began to slowly revolve around her, just like the frozen butterflies.

Li Xiaoxiao thought to herself that this damned Xie Yunfang was really going to be the death of her. He probably saw that she hadn't replied for a while and started spamming her with emojis.

Two bodies were discovered consecutively today: one discarded before the ice froze last night, and the other discarded between three and four in the morning. Was there any connection between the two?

Hua Bingrong was not worried about her own situation. Like most people, she believed that as long as Grand Preceptor Moyunhai returned, all problems would cease to be problems.

Tang Ming's visit eased the previously tense atmosphere on Bullfighting Mountain. Niu Song was deeply saddened by the loss of the hidden sentries, as two of the mountain-guarding sentries who had fallen this time were his own grandsons.

The man in the center was strikingly handsome, his slicked-back hair meticulously neat. Although not intentionally displayed, he still exuded a superior, aristocratic aura, though his demeanor was slightly restrained, as if he couldn't quite let go.

Today, let's all give each other a graceful way out. Tearing off our masks for a mutually destructive showdown where we drag each other down to die together is the absolute worst strategy and must be avoided at all costs.