Chapter 47: How the Villain Became Hopelessly Lovestruck, Part 10

The immense gap left Jin Hu utterly tormented, stripping him completely of any drive to forge ahead. He spent his days drinking to dull the pain, sinking into deep depression.

Listening to the dial tone from the receiver, Shi Yong felt a bitter wave of annoyance. What kind of mess was this? He had thought he was merely building a connection, only to pull a hot potato right into his lap. Had he known better, he never would have made that greeting in the first place; now, he had gone and brought trouble straight back to himself.

Upon catching sight of this from afar, the delegations from various nations hastily retreated. Within a radius of a hundred miles from the dense aura of death, everyone felt an oppressive weight that made it hard to breathe, forcing them to fall back.

Meanwhile, the fire in the valley spread with accelerating speed, accompanied by billowing clouds of thick smoke that gradually began to spill out beyond the valley walls.

"Let's go. There is no need to linger here any longer," Wang Meng said, casting a glance at the valley with a trace of speechlessness. Tucking the bag into his robe, he flew toward the central region of Tianlong Mountain.

"Fang Qing, do you know of any good channels for acquiring crystal diamonds? Even slightly risky ones would do," Lin Dong asked.

With Jin Hu showing up on their doorstep demanding that Lin Yi step into the arena, it was an absolute impossibility. Even if Lin Yi were to agree, Qing Muyang of the Qing family would never allow Lin Yi to disregard Qing Wan'er's life.

Kong Yi had been shocked beyond all redemption; she never could have anticipated that things would end in such a fashion.

In the eyes of the One-Eyed Divine General, the fact that Qin Zheng had previously managed to decisively defeat the Blood Thorn Divine General and the Blood Demon Divine General—forcing the two of them to ask him for help—proved at the very least that Qin Zheng was no ordinary individual. Even within the royal family of Great Qin, he could be considered a true talent.

Zhu Wei's expression was serene, resembling a sleeping lotus upon a pond. Le Zhiyang gently stroked her smooth hair, gazing at her slightly pale face. For some reason, he suddenly felt a sense of unfamiliarity; though she was right within arm's reach, she felt as distant as if separated by ten thousand miles, clearly close enough to touch yet perpetually out of reach.

Before the two words "on the spot" could even leave his lips, a flash of purple light vanished in an instant. The burly man suddenly felt a sharp pain in his hand, followed immediately by a fierce jet of blood shooting forth.

With a deafening crash, five or six netherwolves let out cries of agonizing pain. The next moment, their bloodied bodies stained the earth crimson as they were struck head-on by the attacks of Li Hexiong and Bai Zhan, bursting apart instantly.

Su Xiao flicked his fingers and formed a seal. Where the golden light flashed, a dense constellation of coin-like projectiles swiftly darted outward, piercing through several streams of ink unleashed by Mo Changqing. The two engaged in a rapid exchange of offense and defense, neither able to gain the upper hand.

As a result, the transmission range of the miniature teleportation array was extremely limited, spanning a mere fifty miles in radius. Although this fifty-mile destination was completely random, it remained the ultimate method for escaping with one's life.

"Damn it, are you ever going to let this go?" Nangong Jin wrinkled her nose and angrily sat back down on the bed.

Yin Yanran gazed into those mesmerizing eyes, seemingly catching a glimpse of blazing skies, tragic weeping, and a shattered, slender form lying amidst a spreading pool of blood.

The two fierce beasts already possessed rudimentary intelligence. Seeing that Mo Meng's side vastly outnumbered them, they immediately turned and fled without a moment's hesitation. Relying on their massive frames, they instantly crashed through the ring of icy water walls. Fire and water collided, producing a sizzling sound akin to water splashing into boiling oil, generating a thick mist that completely obscured their vision.

Shortly after, Chong Li returned to the banquet. Learning the true intentions of the other party, Tan Luo finally let go of the stone hanging in her heart.

To be honest, watching this scene play out, Su Qingqing still felt somewhat conflicted. She believed this drama contained numerous unreasonable elements.

"Huh? This..." Upon hearing this, Li Zhang was also stunned. He had not expected that even at this stage, Liu Mei would still refuse to give up. Such tenacity was truly a rarity.

Old Master Lin had gone out early this morning, though goodness knows what for. To be frank, it left a rather unpleasant feeling in one's heart. Still, it did not really matter; given the Old Master's situation, this was considered quite normal. After all, he was not part of the entertainment industry and knew very little about such matters.

The short sword was only about a foot long, yet it was exceptionally heavy in the hand. Despite the physical strength forged within his body through the Scarlet Dragon Blood Pill, he still found it quite strenuous to hold.

Yet, back when they were deeply in love, they felt that a lifetime was exceedingly long, believing it would genuinely stretch from the very beginning all the way to their hair turning white.

Whenever she recalled how Zhou Kekai had kissed her in the bandit hideout, a deep sense of guilt toward Fu Yayi would well up in her heart.

Before Yin Fuchen could even walk away after clearly identifying the newcomer, the figure of Cha Xuan in his arms was violently yanked away.

Ruan Mianmian fled far away without daring to look back, terrified that a single glance would result in that person dragging her back. In the midst of her "escape," she suddenly collided with a... person.

We have bought our own house and car as well. Now I no longer need to stand guard like a temple guardian every single night in such a foul-smelling place.

Perhaps it was because there were many people on the journey back, and chatting with everyone distracted her, but Jiao Yue felt that her morning sickness had truly improved significantly.

She was astonished by this single realization. Jian Xiake muttered inwardly to himself: how could redeeming a single Demonic Heart Orb possibly require so many items?

Jian Xiake nodded rather sheepishly. Although he had already received a million silver taels bestowed upon him by the Dragon King during his time in the Dragon Palace, he certainly did not wish to have a full tenth of it mercilessly carved away by this richly dressed, swindling merchant of the martial world.

The Divine Land was currently passing through troubled times. Although Manzhou Commandery was not necessarily a fiercely contested battlefield for strategists, it was clearly a place of immense strategic importance.

Yet, considering Guoli's earlier interpretation—namely, that Feng Lin intended to drive him away—he did not cry or make a fuss demanding that Feng Lin let him stay.

The boot-launch banquet commenced amidst waves of cheerful laughter, reaching its absolute crescendo amid the warm, clinking din of toasts and goblets.