Chapter 103: The Slaughterer

Bing Shuang Zhou finally understood why her father had been so determined to kill Lu Fei.

In the end, it all came down to that phone call that day.

But she had already developed feelings for Lu Fei.

He was the first man who had ever made her feel both body and soul at ease, and she could not bear to watch him die.

“Uncle He, this is all a misunderstanding. I’m already Lu Fei’s woman. If you want to kill him, then kill me first!”

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Without time to think, Wu Song went straight to the woodshed, only to be shocked all the more. The wooden vat in the shed had been moved aside, and the floorboards had been pried up; the pit below was empty.

Something flashed past his cheek. The servant, who had been calm a moment before, changed color abruptly. Before he could move, he felt an overwhelmingly oppressive presence appear beside him.

It was the weekend, and with the tourist season in full swing, there were many customers. Li Zhishi, who had gradually become busy, eventually put the matter out of his mind as well. It was not until he was leaving and checking the counter one last time that he remembered the dagger again. After hesitating for a moment, he reached out almost as if guided by fate, intending to pick it up and look at it once more.

She stared at me nervously and pleaded with me to talk things over. I gave a wicked smile; of course, she had to be hurt properly. So I stretched out my arms and held her tightly, lifted her clothes, and reached beneath her cotton coat to the soft flesh underneath, kneading it hard.

A few minutes later, the fire dragon finally blasted open a breach in the solid wall, and at the same time it vanished on its own, having exhausted all its magic.

The many sword cultivators from Donglan discovered that Zhu Sha had shifted instantly behind them, and all at once they roared in fury and turned to rush back at him again.

Su Yi had such fortune, but Xiao Feng did not. Xiao Feng’s situation could not be any worse.

At this moment, Ling Tian’s face was pale, as though he had no strength left, yet spiritual energy continued to pour endlessly into his body.

Song Jiang was a key figure in Wu Song’s journey to this world; even if it meant displeasing Li Shishi, he had to know.

In the games of the past, since pets were ranked by aptitude, players who wanted to choose a pet with better aptitude would save every item meant for feeding pets, hoping to use them later on an even better one.

Qu Wuqing’s techniques were extremely strange. What he held was clearly a dagger, yet he wielded it with the momentum of a great blade. Blow after blow, he pressed in mercilessly, each strike aimed at Bupianyin’s head.

“You all must die. Every intelligent being must die! I will never allow a True King to appear in this world.” Seeing the King’s Blade in Yun Qi’s hand, the Cosmic Sovereign suddenly felt a trace of dread.

At the same time, in a temporary cave dwelling within the mountain, Gu Mu sat cross-legged, his mood somewhat poor. He had originally no desire to involve himself in others’ acts of murder and treasure seizure, and had deliberately concealed his presence, yet he had not expected those two to come shouting all the way to the top of his head.

Endless dragon energy gathered from every direction, flowing along the King’s Sword in Yun Qi’s hand and into his body.

Though the ratio was brutal, Ye An knew that this number was not exaggerated in the slightest.

Lu Tianming drew in a sharp breath. So many pills—how could they possibly have been refined in such a short time? And he seemed to remember that in the present secular world, pills were valued extraordinarily highly; these alone could undoubtedly bring immense wealth.

An old man looked up at the sky. His eyes were not like ordinary human eyes, but rather the symbols of the Eight Trigrams.

Jing Xiu sat listlessly slumped in his chair, his eyes sore and his head heavy and swollen. Unable to help himself, he leaned over the rosewood table and buried his entire troubled face beneath it.

The room arranged by Sun Yiping for Lu Tianming was a luxurious suite. Ordinary people would have needed to book it long in advance, but as the purchasing department manager, Sun Yiping had naturally secured it with ease.