Chapter 103: Hitching a Ride
Before Tang Third Master could speak, Li Peach Blossom heard the commotion and came out.
“No.”
Madam Wang glared at her. “It’s not your ox cart—why not?”
“Third Master, do you think it’s possible?” Li Peach Blossom asked Tang Third Master.
Tang Third Master replied calmly, “Madam Mingkui, it really isn’t. My ox cart’s been chartered by their family.”
“You know about my family’s troubles. I must find Tang Jiang to stand up for my daughter! We’re all neighbors here—”
At that moment, Autumn Ruo Xi felt as if she had fallen into an icy abyss; her hands and feet grew weak and trembled, as if all strength had left her.
Yun Meng never expected Li Zhiyuan to possess such a powerful pet beast. Under the claws of that creature, the disciples suffered heavy casualties. At once, Yun Meng sprang forward, launching herself toward the patterned beast.
Steel Left Hand and Raz finally began to treat the battle seriously. Every second brought fierce collisions.
Elder Qin entered with Du Cong, while Lady Qin had already brought the tea. Du Cong’s feelings for his master’s wife were more subdued, but the respect he held for her was no less than that for Elder Qin. So his address, “Master’s wife,” was genuinely affectionate.
This was indeed the Heart Sutra of the Buddhist sect; so now recited by a monk, this was a Buddhist treasure?
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A man wore sunglasses and a disposable mask, giving him a cool, aloof appearance.
Only Ye Xiaofeng was told: to use the blood jade ring to cast the Bloodthirsty Divine Art, thus avoiding the loss of life force.
They gazed up at the mountaintop, strange and excited, discussing fervently what was happening above.
Meanwhile, in Ye Xunhuan’s eyes, a chilling light suddenly flashed—sharp and full of murderous intent, like a sword capable of piercing the heart, instilling fear deep within.
That voice held a certain power. Even Su Ming, protected by the Tower of Death, felt an urge to surrender upon hearing it.
And there was the white shark with twin wings on its back. Its body was enormous—at least a hundred meters long—like a mountain lurking beneath the sea.
Beside the house was a pen, formed from wooden sticks and woven with vines, the top left open and bare—utterly simple and crude.
Guo Shaoxia was sturdy, with a scar the size of a palm on her back. Tong Ling, paler in complexion, had a scar on the outside of her thigh.
The brown bear was surprised to see her so unafraid, calm enough to converse with him. After a brief pause, he reverted to human form.
He Bai Mei trembled, her head lowered, clinging to Liu Fang, her voice quivering.
Qiao Wei was left bewildered. She touched her nose and searched her mind for information about Hope Haven.
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Suddenly, everyone in the room turned to Liu Chen Yu, puzzled as to why she struck someone yet still refused to let He Bai Mei go.
“What is this fear of death? Who in the world isn’t afraid to die? Even the old Murong War God—this is the sort of merciless joke that makes one want to weep.” Murong Rou Rou was stunned by the old war god’s anxiety. He gave another wry, humorous address.
The cave was not large; apart from some scattered animal skins and a few jars of honey, there was nothing else.
In the evening, Jiang Yu Shu soaked in a hot bath for two quarters of an hour, to relieve fatigue and clear her mind. Afterwards, she gathered her energy and quietly summoned the shadow guards.
In the end, Chai Jin was even outmaneuvered by Song Jiang, and so, this noble royal descendant ended up on Liangshan, becoming a bandit.
Still not yet alighted from the imperial carriage, Xiao Wan Ci glanced behind at Virtuous Consort Meng Shuyi, most of whom were veteran palace concubines.
Lust—the most disgraceful of the Seven Reasons for Divorce. Jiang Yu Shu was filled with mixed emotions, thinking: There are couples who love each other deeply, and when one dies, the other grieves and never remarries; but there are also those whose feelings are ordinary or even indifferent, and after mourning for the prescribed period, they remarry or wed anew.