Chapter 125: Give You

However, that face only flashed past and could never be found again. Lin Lu closed her eyes, thinking to herself that perhaps she had copied the scriptures too much and her eyes were strained. She handed the sutras to the master and said, “I wish to seek a fortune stick.” “What does the benefactor wish to request?” “Peace and compliance.” Ye Li Shang seemed to be murmuring to himself, his gaze fixed on Xiao Heng’s face, tracing its contours with infinite affection and yearning. “Has there been news from back home?” Lu Yazhu stopped at the fountain in a good mood. The water droplets spraying out sparkled under the sunlight, appearing even more exquisite. When one of her front paws inadvertently touched the water stain, Ye Li Shang shuddered suddenly, feeling a dizzying force spreading rapidly from the paw across her body. “If I’m not mistaken, the four of them should all be in the middle to late stages of the Golden Body Realm, and you two at least in the Undying Realm. Such powerful individuals, yet it takes six of you working together to handle one in the Undying Early Stage?” Bilam said. At this moment, Lin Bei had no idea that he was being targeted by a group of people who wanted to find him. However, as the second steward in the mansion, he was merely an advanced servant. He could still put on airs with the other servants and slaves in the mansion, but if he showed any dissatisfaction toward Cao Tun, he would definitely be packed off the next day. Once Fang Qianchou’s evil yang body was stripped away, Run Xue’er could obtain it, breaking through the peak of foundation building and stepping into the golden elixir realm. He had a head of dry brown hair, several mature wrinkles on his broad forehead, and a blurry knife scar on his steady face. This scar did not mar his looks but instead enhanced his masculine charm. His eyes, when opened, were stung by the sudden light. He saw a man’s heroic figure striding across the eight directions, the frost-cold sword in his hand emitting an overwhelming chill. He casually assessed his own internal energy. Su Changqing revealed his long, slender figure. The black and white messengers made no fuss; the pitch-black shackles moved like shadows, shooting forth like laser remnants. Once the most revered Lu Junyi now resembled a drowned rat dragged from the water. Few people bothered to pay him attention. Yet the current situation left her with no choice. Lin Yun’s attack had come, and the Death Thirteen Spears were about to crash down on her head. “Cough, cough.” Chen Tianhao was sipping tea when he heard Chen Feng’s words and choked on the liquid in his throat. Ask Miao Miao whether she had eaten on time, if there was anything she needed to buy, and if she was free, bring them back along the way. Miao Miao would not easily return to his side, but one had to consider the future matters. Human thinking is often quite interesting: pondering over a single strange event may take long, but after a series of strange events, they become commonplace. This is probably related to “learned helplessness” as mentioned in psychology. Having said this, Ye Feng placed the dagger back in its original position, glanced at the two elders, and left with a cold smile. If his guess was correct, the kidnappers of Li Hao were almost certainly ancient cultivators from Huaguo. Otherwise, the three hundred-plus people sent by Peter would not have perished so easily. They were all locals of Binjiang, though their previous lives had been poor. It was only after following Ye Feng that they began to live with zest. Bai Chengju roared in fury. She glared angrily at Wu Suying, her eyes bulging as if they might pop out. Mo Shangji cleverly employed light kung fu to follow, but his speed lagged behind the previous master and disciple pair, and he was struck down by the Haoqi Sanren from behind. Yang Yuyu offered a poor excuse, then slapped his own hand back vigorously. “Pah! Pah! Pah!” The crisp sounds echoed in the room, causing Ling Mo to wince in sympathy for Yang Yuyu’s aching hands.