Chapter 52: Swallowing Ten in One Gulp

Saliva began to flow uncontrollably.
Such a huge melon. It looked so delicious and seemed like it could be eaten for a long time.
Slap!
"Daring to steal my melon, I'll bash your goose head in!" Qin Xiaoyu struck out with a slap.
She was planning to cultivate this gourd to grow a storage space. If this fellow really ate it, wouldn't it break her heart?
Thinking of the storage space, Qin Xiaoyu suddenly thought of something, narrowing her eyes as she sized up the iron pot.
The iron pot used its two wings to protect its chest.
It doesn't matter. Wait a little longer... Wait a little longer, and perhaps things will take a turn for the better.
The priest remained silent and obediently walked over to sit on one of the wooden benches intended for believers in the front-left rows. At this moment, he saw several men, looking like knights or sergeants, appearing with weapons on the second-floor corridors surrounding the church. A few of them had already quietly opened the doors to rooms along the corridor and slipped inside.
The two of them had not seen each other since their engagement, and meeting again now felt somewhat awkward.
Regarding this, Old One-Arm was clueless. In a daze, the One-Eyed commander's men had already rounded up the personal cavalry's horses, armor, and weapons, managing to salvage thirty or forty fine steeds. So the One-Eyed fellow had been after this gear all along.
Elder Yun received Yun Yuewang's long-range communication talisman, then summoned Yun Yi and handed the talisman over to him.
A black cloak draped over a white undergarment made Jinxiu appear all the more fragile. The slightly ajar lattice window swept away the scent of burning charcoal from the brazier within, yet also brought in a touch of chilliness. A strand of floating hair brushed against the tip of Jinxiu's nose, prompting her to raise a hand and stroke it in discomfort.
When the chamberlain finished reading the imperial decree and fell silent, Lin Xiu only felt a surge of hot waves rolling within his chest. Immediately afterward, he dropped to his knees, kowtowed, and gave a hoarse response.
On the contrary, his vertical-lined brow was filled with fearlessness and righteousness. His hair was entirely gray, with only a few mottled black strands remaining, yet his straight spine and still-bright eyes proclaimed that this old man was no ordinary person.
Liu Xuefeng was not at his peak state and dared not linger in the imperial capital for too long—at least until his martial prowess recovered, he needed to stay away from this vortex at the center of both the imperial court and the jianghu.
"Oh...?" Captain Hawkins looked at her with curiosity, and the other senior crew members also turned their gazes toward her.
Time flowed slowly. Night fell, and the entire Wen County grew completely quiet, with patrolling soldiers occasionally passing by with torches.
Whether for the sake of acquiring merit or altering the plot, Bai Ye certainly could not stay on the mountain forever.
A deafening battle cry echoed from their left. The three of Xinglang turned their heads to look and saw dust swirling in the distance on the left. A bald monk was leading a force of over a thousand men charging toward them. Beside the bald monk followed a man with a somewhat hollow and vacant gaze.
"Understood, you talk too much nonsense. I am you, how could I not know what you're thinking?" The clone waved a hand impatiently.
Yan Liang delivered a slash with his saber, aiming directly for Zhang Xiu's head. Zhang Xiu's body abruptly twisted, dodging the blow by a hair's breadth.
Although what struck him was merely the spiritual energy field concentrated on the blade's edge—its destructive power far lower than being directly cleaved by the blade itself—this attack was almost unstoppable.
To Song Yu, calling her master or similar titles felt too distant. Besides, she wasn't truly his master, and since she was unmarried, Song Yu simply chose to address her as "Miss."
"What the hell!" Ye Chen was startled. He had still been immersed in the joy of his cultivation skyrocketing and hadn't paid attention at all. He hurriedly crossed his hands to cover his crotch. Just as he reached out to grab his storage bag, he found it completely empty—it seemed to have been burned to ashes. He looked at the artifact spirit with an awkward expression.
The foremost giant lightning python let out a long howl, opened its bloody maw, and lunged toward Ye Chen to tear him apart.
At this moment, Dong Wu wore a simple robe and a warm smile, chatting amiably with the villagers gathered around him. No longer looking like a lofty and unreachable emperor, he seemed more like a friendly elder brother next door.