Chapter 106: The Transfer of Duty (Please Follow for More)

Bang, bang, bang!

Just then, deafening gunshots rang out once more.

The two men turned toward the battlefield at the same time. Little Piggy was charging wildly in a zigzag, head lowered, using its skull to face the direction from which the bullets were coming.

It ran in an S-shaped pattern, allowing it to avoid being struck by every bullet.

Even its tough, heavy hide was still oozing fresh blood.

Clearly, it had not yet reached the terrifying stage where its skin could stop bullets.

“It’s nothing, it’s nothing!” Du Feifei shook his head, though his face betrayed him by flushing red.

Although his credentials were rather ordinary, Qi Xing had ultimately accepted him, hoping he might bring some surprises.

Luo Long glanced at Ning Sanque in astonishment. He knew exactly how hard he had hit him. Even a Spirit Master above the fifth level of the Initiate Rank, with a body strengthened by spiritual power, probably would not have been able to get back on his feet easily after that beating. Yet Ning Sanque appeared completely unharmed.

The captain of the guards was entangled by the Apothecary and could not break free to pursue the killer. The old eunuch stood to one side, ignoring the Apothecary entirely, as though Sun Tian were no different from thin air in his eyes. His ghostly gaze remained fixed solely upon the Apothecary.

Storm had also anticipated how the monster might respond. He had already drawn his bow and was preparing to fire a second arrow. He intended to continue harassing the beast with the rapid succession of arrows at which he excelled, preventing the male fire dragon from landing properly.

“Who else could stand shoulder to shoulder with Brother Shi Chong?” In Yang Xiu’s impression, that fat man with broad sleeves was practically the richest man in the entire Jin Dynasty.

“And if you fail to guess it, Brother Sun, you can do whatever you want to me. How does that sound?” You’er pressed lightly against Sun Tian’s ear and breathed into it.

He glanced over the placards held by each sect leader before finally walking toward the school with the largest number of people.

He kept his eyes lowered and his mind composed. He had no intention whatsoever of stopping Zhao Gao from being beaten.

Was he not Lin’s mischievous and willful younger brother, the sailor who had disappeared along with the Seventh Exploration Team?

“The zi from guazi, and the gua from guazi.” In his haste, he had pronounced Jiegua as Zigua. Finding the latter rather pleasant to the ear, he did not bother correcting himself.

In Fengxian Commandery, Zhu Tianpeng had gone around proclaiming that the Jade Emperor had sent down the disaster, infuriating Tang Monk and Sandy and leaving their relationship badly strained. Later, the drought was properly resolved, and Heaven did not hold Old Zhu accountable. After two months of living together peacefully, their relationship had gradually eased.

The underground humanoid royal smiled faintly. The time had come; otherwise, that fellow probably would not be able to hold back the Lord of Taibei Ancient City much longer.

The steward at the third-floor counter was also responsible for collecting lodging fees. At night, he stayed at Gourmand’s Rest instead of leaving, unlike the stewards on the lower two floors, who had all returned to their own homes.

After observing him for the past few days, she had more or less understood why Ye Chen was sometimes cold and ruthless, yet at other times considerate and caring toward others. There was only one reason: he was a man of unpredictable moods. When he was happy, the sky was clear for miles; when he was not, violent storms raged.

Ma Su was no fool. Setting up camp and arranging defenses were among his strengths, so Huang Zhong naturally followed his recommendations and decided they would rest there for the night.

If this deduction was correct, then Houtu, Hou Yi, and Wu Gang had all come from the same branch of the Witch Tribe: the Hou Tribe.

The last time Zhu Tianpeng had reprimanded him, Sun Wukong had disappeared for most of the day. When he returned, however, he showed no unusual signs. He continued laughing, cursing, and joking as usual, and still kept calling Zhu Tianpeng “Idiot.”

At the same time, the man following behind him also came forward. Just as he passed Fang Yi, Fang Yi suddenly struck, driving a fist into the man’s abdomen. He followed with a shoulder charge, slamming the man to the ground before he could even let out a groan.

Fang Yi curled the corner of his mouth and said, “What can you do to me?” As he spoke, the bastard took a drag from his cigarette and blew the smoke into Zheng Pengfei’s face. If that was not provocation, Zheng Pengfei would never believe anything again.