Forty-Eight: The Demon Folk of the Peach Blossom Vale

A charming curve touched Duanmu Ming's lips. His little Xi'er had never been one for sweet nothings—was she making vows of eternal devotion to him now?

"It was fortunate he met you. Otherwise, you might still be unconscious now!" Ji Tongying shook her head, still shaken with lingering fear.

"Stop him!" Bai Li, finally recovering from her astonishment at Zhou Cang, cried out in alarm. The soldiers of Jiulian Town rushed toward the doorway, trying to block Zhou Cang. They knew well that if this powerful enemy could not be stopped, then Jiulian Town would be doomed as well.

Buzz, buzz. The satellite phone at Xiao Lin's waist vibrated; it was the agreed signal that reinforcements had arrived nearby.

Thus everyone kept changing their expressions as they looked at Yang Cheng, each privately guessing. The kindly hoped Ye Ye really was unwell; the vicious ones could not wait for night itself to fall upon her with some incurable illness.

"So this is the move that defeated the integration-stage cultivators of Kunlun's great sects? It doesn't seem like much!" As Li Chengfeng spoke, he thrust out his silver spear with a move of Frenzied Dragon Stationing the Ground, easily blocking the waves sent out by those palm strikes, and with a forceful twist of his hand, sent those waves rebounding back.

With his head bowed low, the rhinoceros did not dare resist in the slightest. In this moment, all it could do was pray from the deepest part of its heart that this ordeal would end quickly.

He narrowed his eyes slightly. Still no one—could it really have been his illusion? But how could his spiritual sense be mistaken?

Yet this change only caused a brief panic among the soldiers at first. Once everyone adapted and saw that nothing was amiss, matters settled down. By the time those savage tribesmen reacted, Xiao Mo and the others were already far away. Even though the tribesmen knew the jungle well, they could not catch up for the moment, and could only look on helplessly.

"You old hag, die!" Mo Lingfeng said. Spreading his hand, he slapped toward Mu Luoying, and a round, natural force flew swiftly toward her.

After pinning down Mu Qiongyue's legs, he seized both her hands, cutting off any chance she would fight back later.

Chu Yi was pouring tea, but his eyes were fixed on Shui Lingyue's face, like searchlights, as though he meant to look straight into her heart.

Mu Qiongyue frowned, and in the end still chose to glance back. Sure enough, she saw Shu Hong—and beside her, Shu Hong's fiance, Jian Anren.

Qiao Ru'an did not dare move rashly. Her body had not yet fully recovered, and if she injured herself again, she could feel that several of her bones had been broken.

Qiao Ru'an looked around, her brows lightly knit. There were so many flowers here, their fragrance rich and sweet, yet not a single butterfly or bee could be seen.

Yier remained lying in bed for three days before, after tears had been shed in fearful concern, they finally dared to let her get up and move about. Silver Valley was not so fortunate; he slept for several days and did not slowly wake until the morning of the fifth day.

Yet she said nothing. After all, as a mother, she longed for her child; and as the child's father, Mu Yexiao surely longed too. Qian Jiujiu glanced at the capital, now so near at hand.

Yan Xi could not see through Jiang You's depth, and fear had arisen in his heart. But he knew very clearly what his duty was—he could not retreat.

He had long known the emperor's plan, so on the surface he played along with the emperor's performance, while in secret he sent men to Plum Blossom Ridge to rescue the true Prince An.

Xia Rongrong had never left her father's side for even a step, afraid that the old man might suddenly go off on a whim and do something impulsive.

Though Luo Fang was now the Master of Kunlun Ruins, he still did not dare to put on airs of authority before the two of them.

"Why ask that?" Hearing her younger sister's question, Qi Ning was somewhat taken aback.

"Oh? You investigated that thoroughly. Since you know, then good. It's not that I can't pay—it is only a matter of whether it's worth it." A glint of sharpness flashed through Song Tianji's eyes.

However, Yan Bing, standing opposite Luo Fang, changed expression several times. Her experience was broader than that of the cultivators present, and that sound of heavenly explosion made her face rather unnatural.

As he swung his blade, streaks of saber light transformed into wind blades that slashed toward the two of them, forcing them to dodge aside.

"It's nothing much, just about the living ginseng. Could you share a little of the one you obtained with me?" Ke Miaomiao asked.

The flower demon lightly tapped Ye Ling'er on her smooth forehead. For this disciple who loved to act spoiled at the slightest chance, all she felt was affection, endless affection.

The encircled elves and three-eyed tribe members had all gathered beside Song Tianji and Zong Lei'erfu, staring at the black mass of corpse-devouring clansmen, at a complete loss.

She intended to keep this batch of weapons stored all along. In truth, her thoughts were much the same as Ye Xingchen's: if she sold them, she would not begrudge the tens of thousands of spirit stones. So she left them in her storage space, and over time, that collection grew to more than a hundred weapons.

Though Feng Wuhen had long been prepared, the instant his longsword had come out only an inch, he felt a blockage in his chest and was suddenly unable to move at all. Terror crashed through him, for he could not even see Yang Xu's movements clearly.

With Zhao Hao's resounding command, the clack of crossbow mechanisms burst into a chorus, and then bolts poured forth like meteors chasing the moon, shooting toward the Liangshan army crossbowmen more than a hundred paces away.

"Who is Xiangwan? Is she very special?" The person lining up behind Xiangwan to enter was also curious.

John had actually not visited Annie's grave for a long time. Why? And why, whenever G's room was mentioned, did John become so tense? Had something truly happened?

A sharp reprimand suddenly rang out in the corridor. The old lady's frosty gaze was fixed tightly on Jian Yanwei, who was trying to explain herself.

An Yixia understood at once. She had thought Sixth Sister-in-law had been struck by some painful memory, but it turned out she was still thinking of Zhan Yinwan's interests. She was truly closer than a real mother.

"What is different here?" Uncle Ming asked directly, too lazy to waste words with that libertine.

Zhao Hao merely gazed at the rivers and mountains of Yan south of the Great Wall. Behind him, the eyes of the generals all shone fiercely as they stared fixedly at everything spread before them.

At this moment, he still did not know that dozens of li away at Languadian, despite his repeated cautions—and even after he had removed General Yang Keshi, the risky-minded commander who had caused the historical defeat at Languadian—the battle there still took place, and more than two thousand soldiers of the Hetuo elite army were lost.

Da, we can be said to have gone from enmity to friendship. Whatever was right or wrong in the past, let it all be in the past. From now on, may we each be well." Lu Bing said.

The man was in his forties or fifties, his face dark, his frame as sturdy as iron. Sparse whiskers dotted his face. He looked imposing and strong, with divine might and authority, and his voice rang like a great bell.

By now, she could even use the warmly covered tip of her foot to slowly writhe against his chest, brushing almost imperceptibly, and when it touched some raised point, drag the edge of her nail hard across it.

Ding-ling-ling... Ding-ling-ling... Ding-ling-ling... Tang Ming's phone rang, vibrating in his trouser pocket.