Chapter 83: Li Fanshuang Is Infected

In the quarantine room within the air-raid shelter, nearly half the patients perished overnight. When the military high command received this news, their expressions became so grave it seemed water might drip from their brows.

Tianlang Man was well aware—Hu Fei was one of the valiant generals under Southern Guardian King Tianhu Fei. His inherited totem beast was the Earth Violent Bear; though not as swift as the Wolf Totem, it far surpassed it in strength. Throughout the Southern Guardian Legion, only Hu Fei posed a true threat to Tianlang Man.

“Hmm... Throw them into the pool behind us to soak for a while. We'll decide once they're clean. If we happen to get hungry, we can eat them,” the Demon King instructed.

In truth, Mei Feiran’s painting was quite skillful. Beyond the resemblance in the brows and eyes, what mattered most was that it captured the spirit as well.

This display of mine only earned me a flurry of mockery and punches; they laughed and called me selfish. If I had known things would come to this, I might have thought twice. With a sigh, I brought them to the craftsmen and let them sketch out their favorite weapon designs so the artisans could craft them.

“Huh?” Miu Kedi was taken aback. Talk with her? What was there to talk about? Was it another overzealous fan of those school heartthrobs, displeased with her?

Watching Long Teng being seized, Zi Yan didn’t hesitate. In an instant, she launched an attack at the wooden-plank man, her figure flashing as the longsword in her hand stabbed fiercely toward the demonic youth.

Liu Yi gazed at the Immortal Orchid, now in full bloom. Seven colored divine rays shone brilliantly, illuminating the entire stone cave with dazzling brightness.

“Hoo...” Back in reality, Sword Spring and the Demon King both let out long breaths. The sensation from just now still left them trembling with fear.

“Jiang Chengdao truly deserves his reputation as a formidable figure of this generation, leading his men to seize such an advantageous place,” Liu Yi mused inwardly.

This scene stirred everyone’s heart, and the expressions of Hong Zhenying and Zhou Yinshuang suddenly turned to shock.

In fact, Yuan Jiaqing’s reaction was much as Xie Xiren had anticipated. Though inwardly amused, Xie Xiren’s face displayed utter surprise, with a trace of disbelief as he looked at Yuan Jiaqing. Only after a long pause did he speak up, aggrieved.

Only now did Niu Zhiyuan recover from his fright, wordlessly watching the two old men emerge from the ground.

“Mom, after you finish changing their clothes, let me hold them for a bit. I haven’t held them in so long,” Qin Jiale said to her mother, glancing at her adorable nephew.

Everyone knows the story of ‘bearing the birch to ask forgiveness,’ but what the Xue family father and son were doing was clearly a poor imitation. One look at Xue Lian’s eyes, brimming with resentment toward Zhang Jing, revealed he had no real intention to apologize. Most likely, he was only doing this because Xue Zheng forced him, just to placate his father.

To the southwest lay the direction of Fengdu City. However, the cultivation of these few ghost envoys had been diminished, making their progress slow. When they would finally return to Fengdu City was anyone’s guess.

What Qin Xue didn’t know was that Nangong Shulan didn’t distrust her, but rather the former Qin Xue.

At this moment, Yan Hong’s back was still stained with patches of blood. The dried blood had turned brown, but against her plain white clothes, it remained a shocking sight.

He reached out and was startled—when had he lost his clothes? Had he, in a daze, unknowingly taken them off himself?

“No, why would I clean up?” Sang Gan seemed genuinely puzzled by Rode's question.

First, Rode’s strength was overwhelming; second, the range of abilities he displayed left an indelible impression on his heart.

“Captain Wang, take your men to search for any other suspicious persons. Leave matters here to me,” a middle-aged man at the back of the Armed Police Captain stepped forward, patting him on the shoulder and speaking in a deep voice.