Chapter 132: Running Away

"Wei Feng, come with me to General Xiang Yu's camp." After the army had set up camp and settled everything, Xiang Ye spoke to Wei Feng, who was busy tidying up the bedding.

The leader, however, seemed to turn a blind eye to the eerie behavior of the crystal head, continuing to mutter to himself incessantly. Looking at the face that was identical to his own, so pious and solemn as it prayed, Gu Feng felt a strange sensation in his heart.

Xiao Qi had already lost consciousness, and the black blade he had been gripping had vanished. Layers of black mist could be seen swirling around his body, exuding an ominous and evil aura.

It was a long time before Chen Si remarked, "This is truly incredible." He did not know that high above in the temple of the mountains, the phantoms flickering before the crystal ball were expressing the same praise.

"Screech!" A sharp sound of screeching brakes echoed throughout the mountain, instantly stirring up a thousand waves. Birds in the jungle were startled and took flight, flapping their wings, so that for a moment, Leng Xuanye's car seemed to be under siege, leaving him unable to see anything at all.

General Pu and Mu Chen exchanged a glance and both lowered their heads. The excuses Mu Chen had prepared to tell Xiang Yu were swallowed back down his throat.

This person was none other than Ming Ri, the second young master of the Ming family, who had clashed with Ye Xiang years ago. It was precisely because of this man that Ye Xiang had developed a feud with the Ming family, eventually leading to a series of events.

At this moment, Ye Xiang had lost control of his own body. Facing the final attack, he had no means left to defend himself and could only endure it, unaware of whether he would live or die.

"Young Master, this subordinate understands!" The man in black bowed his head in a respectful salute. At that moment, his resolve was likely set to follow such a god-like, powerful king to the death.

It seemed the Dragon and Tiger Guards by his side had not been boasting; His Highness the Prince of Qin and this so-called Great General of the North really were well-acquainted.

Ning Xuanqi, however, felt her scalp go numb. She dared not move, feeling only that the man beside her had turned into an ice sculpture, radiating cold air from within and without.

However, perhaps the Ghost General could sense the soul fragment of Jin Xiuzhu. It seemed she would have to find an opportunity to speak with the Ghost General alone; given her current relationship with Jin Xiuzhu, it might not be appropriate to rashly ask him to lend her the Heavenly Bead to examine.

Mo Yuanlin scratched his head in frustration, thinking that if his eldest brother were here, it would be better. His brother always knew what to do, and they wouldn't have to listen to their mother's lecture here.

One only had to look at Qian Senyuan to know that in a civilian group composed of thousands of survivors, there were thousands of hidden agendas.

Auntie Wu was genuinely grateful to Zhong Nianyao from the bottom of her heart. However, before she could express her gratitude, she was shoved aside by someone.

She was currently combing Diao Peijun's hair, styling it into various intricate patterns based on her knowledge from the future. Diao Peijun liked them so much that within a few days, she had promoted her to be her personal maid.

Works by masters that had been scattered among the public were rounded up for this auction; those with a keen eye knew to come and hunt for treasures.

He picked up his scalded right hand and examined it carefully for five minutes, discovering a blister forming on the burned area.

He looked at her pink, cherry-like lips and couldn't help but kiss them. He only meant to have a taste, but once he touched her soft, pink lips, he could not stop himself.

"Move on? Shaoyu, how could you say such a thing? Could it be that you have really fallen for that vixen, Gu Jinhuan?" Shen Ruomei truly did not expect Lu Shaoyu to say something like that.

At this moment, Yin Su'er was dragged in by several matrons, her face full of tears and terror, looking pleadingly at Consort Shen and Consort De, hoping these two bosses could turn the situation around.

After he left, Beiming Ye did not walk into the Phoenix Pavilion but instead headed toward his own villa. The only reason he had stayed there was knowing his Imperial Father was nearby and wanting to spend a little more time with him.

Xuanyuan Che rarely spoke, but today he said, "Go back and nurse your health well." This sentence, however, touched Consort Shen's heart; the Lord cared for her after all.

"Where? How could I... isn't it just a tattered piece of clothing! How could I have hidden anything privately?" Chu Hemeng explained, feeling guilty.

After entering the Hundred Flowers Pavilion, Murong Chen signaled for the doors to be locked. In truth, even if the doors were wide open, the Hundred Flowers Pavilion was deserted.

"Alright, alright, it's my fault." Bai Shaoxing's somewhat helpless voice sounded again above her head. Facing Mu Feng, who was rarely being unreasonable, his tone was softened with a rare indulgence and doting.

"Hey, what have you two been learning all these years? Do you only know how to eat? And you're the grandson of the Qiang tribe leader," Qing Yao said, feeling annoyed as the two could not answer a single question, and she spoke with sarcasm.

"Is that the Snow Eagle that injured the Jade Toad? Did you catch it?" Leng Yue sipped the medicinal soup that Mo Ran held to her lips.

An Murong's eyes regained clarity for only a brief moment before sinking back into a daze. He formed a seal and struck at Hua Ruxue without mercy.

Hu Chang'an specifically found an empty room within the Ministry of Works to serve as a future classroom for these craftsmen.

With no officials patrolling the streets, the scoundrels and rogues restrained themselves, transforming into helpful young men. For a time, the public order of Hangzhou Prefecture improved.

The old man, after reassembling Old Bai on the side, slapped Chen Feng directly.

Outside the cave, in the moment the Flood Dragon King was slightly distracted, Ao Xue seized the opportunity and shot an ice arrow into his chest.

As the shepherd spoke, a faint blue light emerged from his body, and he transformed into a burly man wearing ancient blue robes with his thick arms and legs exposed. Judging by the bronze-colored clothing and the aura he exuded, he was somewhat similar to Hou Yi and Xing Tian.