116 Wild Boar No. 1

It is quite necessary to make the little pig behave.

Oink! Oink! Oink!

The little pig let out a miserable wail. Its rapid gallop slowed significantly, and blood gushed from its back like a waterfall, staining its entire hindquarters a deep, vivid crimson in no time.

Scarface chuckled. Just a moment ago, after planting his feet firmly on the pig’s back, he had gripped the hilt of his massive blade and twisted it in a full clockwise circle. The blade acted like an industrial mixer, churning through...

Upon learning that the Three-Legged Crow had voluntarily left the Cloud Immortal Sect ten years ago and vanished without a trace, Zhang Yiyi made a brief calculation and decided not to pursue the matter further.

Hearing him call her name in that inexplicably aggrieved tone felt like a feather lightly brushing against her heart.

In Feng Yici’s view, Feng Ye was the child of himself and Jing Qingge; Feng Ye had the right to know the status of his parents’ relationship.

She clearly sensed that Xuan Yuanxiao was still standing by the bed, watching her. Though her lips spoke words asking the Prince to please make himself at home, in her heart, she did not want him to leave at all.

Shou Yijing watched the two of them quietly, unable to bear the thought of interrupting such a beautiful scene of mutual affection and devotion. She giggled secretly, lowered her head, and silently retreated toward the door.

Thirty years passed in a blink of an eye. For the past few years, Li Ergou had remained stationed outside his master’s meditation room, never once moving. Likewise, the entire cultivation ground had remained exceptionally quiet, without a shred of disturbance.

By now, most of the crowd had dispersed. Cen Mu turned to head back to her room, and Li Nian followed.

Madam Gu recounted her son’s actions from that day to her husband. Master Gu laughed heartily upon hearing the tale.

Cen Mu and Li Nian cast a glance at them simultaneously. Perhaps because she was too loud, Taotao, who was sitting next to Agula, suddenly burst into tears.

It was not just Yuan Ying; seeing this, Luo Qiheng and Zhang Tongtong instinctively wanted to step forward, but they were stopped in time by Wuzhong.

After a while, the North Gate swung wide, and Dong Zhuo led his army out. The two forces faced each other. Ding Yuan rode out and shouted, “Dong Zhuo, you deceive your superiors and hoodwink your subordinates, committing every evil imaginable! And now you dare to depose the Emperor! Bah! You are a treacherous villain, utterly disgusting!” At this time, Lu Bu and Pang Tong were both in the ranks; Pang Tong, not being a military officer, stood behind the other officials.

“Nonsense! My bloodline contains the blood of a dragon, so naturally, I possess a dragon soul!” Liu Shouguang replied with disdain.

However, Meng Po was determined to meet with the Radiant Emperor first to ask if she still held a place in his heart.

Liu Shouguang understood that even after attaining immortality, one should not be satisfied. He was well aware that there is always someone better, and a heaven beyond our own heaven.

Clad in a black suit and a white shirt, even such simple attire made him appear exceptionally elegant and graceful.

Intelligence reports arrived stating that the Eight Golden Light Alliance Domains had joined forces, intending to raze the Eternal Sect to the ground.

To prevent this, He Yu stored it away in his pet space, then, ignoring the advice of others, he walked unsteadily onto the deck.

Trapped like a turtle in a jar? Liu Shouguang immediately realized the situation was dire, but then he grew joyful; his Fire-Avoiding Vajra Incantation was a spell specifically meant for repelling enemies.

The Elf wore robes of dark purple, his deep purple hair falling loosely over his shoulders without a hint of disarray. His blue-purple eyes were incredibly profound, and a faint, inscrutable smile always played at the corners of his mouth. It was the Patriarch.

“Father, Mother left a letter. You will understand once you read it.” Nie Wanluo helped Qin Zheng sit down and arranged the letters in chronological order.

Lin Feng shrugged. Venerable Lingxiao and Ancestor Qingtian were close friends; the two Sages had spared no effort in taking Lin Feng and Wu Xiaonan as their disciples. Under their guidance, the two improved rapidly, and combined with the foundation provided by the two Sages, they were forged into masters within little more than a month.

Arriving at the entrance of the magistrate’s court, one could see personal guards standing inside and out, while bailiffs bustled back and forth in a constant stream, appearing extremely busy.