Chapter 112: Not One Will Escape

“Then so what?” Lin Lu looked at her own dazzling reflection in the mirror and, only then satisfied, put away the powder puff.

Su Yi went on as if to herself. “Back then, right after he went abroad, he was in a bad mood and didn’t have any friends around to talk to, so he kept going to bars and staying there all night.”

“It was me who walked the streets downtown, from one bar to the next...”

By then, the livestream’s comment feed had already gone wild, and one glittering rocket after another shooting skyward finally made Sun Ziai realize she still had not ended the broadcast.

Bu Jimei’s face turned even paler, and tears suddenly spilled down. She looked pitiful beyond words, as though she had suffered the greatest grievance.

I thought it over... things are already like this... I absolutely can’t reveal anything carelessly... What if I tell him I’m Chinese, and they send me to the Chinese embassy in Pakistan, or have the embassy send someone to take me back... and then tell them I ran out of Afghanistan? What would the people back home say then?

“Miss, beyond the eastern side of this city lies a stretch of sea. Cross that sea, and you will reach the Northern Abyss. Safe travels.”

The beggar limped away.

Yan Luoxue folded her arms. “Silly Liu Yue, with that much time, you might as well look for the way out.” Then she stuck out her tongue and made a face at Liu Yue.

After that, she shot a sidelong glance at the door of her apartment. Thinking of what Zhang Huiling had just said, her expression gradually darkened.

Yun Shun, red-eyed, used his chopsticks to pick up a piece of rib, first giving it to Yun Song, then placing another into Yun Mei’s bowl.

She truly, truly liked Feng Muxing. She liked him so much that even in her dreams at night, all she could imagine was a future life with him.

Wu Wei took out the letter the Dwarf King had given him and stepped forward two paces, preparing to hand it to the guard. Before he could even speak, the guard roared, “Can’t you understand plain words? Get out of here!” The moment the words fell, he lunged forward, swung his giant axe, and swept it toward Wu Wei.

Zhang You was not unwilling to return to the capital. He was human, after all, and now that his status was so exalted, to be honest, he really did not want to take risks anymore.

Next, Ling’er deliberately wore a look of melancholy as she stayed beside them, watching Ji Cangyu put on cloth gloves and take out that large saber stained with quite a bit of blood, the very one Qi Yang had once used.

Shen Wei took down the storybooks and flipped through them roughly, one after another, finding them rather unsatisfactory. Ah, when had she, Shen Wei, fallen to the point where even a love story could no longer satisfy her?

The Nine-Headed Serpent was greatly alarmed. It thought to itself: could it be that the gods have revived once more? If so, my days from here on out will be anything but easy. It hurried out of the cave to greet the visitor from the skies.

Keyboard Warrior and Savage Bull were working together: one gripped Taotie by the neck and shook him relentlessly, while the other lifted up the dwarf’s corpse and shouted, “Need a healer!” After a while, seeing that it was of no further use, Keyboard Warrior dragged Taotie along, and Savage Bull dragged the aircraft, the two of them returning with heads lowered to Wu Wei’s side.

Thinking of it that way, Zhu Yijun’s reward was still the most practical. From now on, even if she relied on no one at all, the stipend of a sixth-rank Anren would be enough for Madam Geng and her daughter to live on.

“Enthralling Soul-Snaring Art?”

Qi Yang instantly snapped fully awake. Looking at the Northern Messenger of Rising Light who was attacking Lu Yunfei, he indeed noticed that his gaze had grown somewhat dull.

For some unknown reason, Zhao Ling suddenly wanted to see him. Zhao Heng immediately had someone invite her in.

It happened that Marshal Tianpeng of the Heavenly River Water Army had once again fallen into Sun Wukong’s hands. With him there, the demon realm had a complete understanding of the Heavenly River Water Army, and also learned that the Heavenly River was precisely the spatial rift between the demon realm and the immortal realm.

However, at this moment, Xuan Wudao’s decisiveness left Yue You at a loss. Looking at the Heart of the Netherworld in his hands, Yue You felt an inexplicable pang of sorrow, her emotions turning strangely unsettled, and she could only stand there in a daze.

In order to ensure his own safety, and also to make up for the losses from the previous battles, Xu Baichuan summoned another batch of ghost servants.