Chapter Twenty-Nine: He Rented It

Lost in the memory of that taste, he still savored it with relish: “That completely outdid whatever that so-called master made last time by eight streets!”

“!!!” A-Nian froze for a moment, then suddenly rushed into the kitchen. The room was spotless, even the dishes had been put away.

A-Nian let out a wail towards the ceiling: “You didn’t leave me any food again? I have to eat instant noodles again…”

“Even though my own throat was torn out, the opponent lost an arm—no loss there!” Poison Q turned his head toward Van Oka and gave a thumbs-up, then fixed Yarlene with a chilling, sinister glare, a broken, throaty laugh rasping from his throat.

She naturally believed what Crimson Moon said. Perhaps because she had encountered so many people, she was always keenly able to judge whether someone was being sincere or merely pretending.

The Tang family had run out of things to say, both good and bad. In the end, they could do nothing but agree to let him take a leave from school and arranged for him to work at the family company.

Only now did he realize that the one he should be most worried about was himself. This sense of loneliness was slowly devouring him from within.

A pillar of destructive light burst from the body, engulfing the cyborg, rapidly spreading in all directions; anything touched by it was instantly obliterated.

If they hadn’t sneaked in last time to drug them and plant explosives, they would never have made it out alive.

Though the Duke of Pei looked calm on the surface, inside he was in utter panic. He didn’t have nearly enough soldiers to hold the line, and could only watch helplessly as Xiang Yu led his troops ever closer.

The Chu army at the rear had no idea they’d already walked into an ambush and kept advancing. Those at the front, unable to retreat, were blocked in, and soon turned into pincushions beneath a hail of arrows.

As the conversation wore on, Cloud Du’s face grew darker and darker. He hadn’t expected Lu Bu to scold him so publicly! It was a complete loss of face—after all, he was a diplomatic envoy, and Lu Bu’s rebuke was as if directed at the Left Wise King himself.

“How could he not!” Kong Xuan thought. Although Shen Gongbao was wily as a fox, he still didn’t understand the ways of the primordial saints. Having followed the Two Sages himself, Kong Xuan knew a thing or two.

With no other choice, Executus, the steward of the Molten Core in Ragnaros’s service, was forced to awaken the Firelord slumbering deep beneath Blackrock Mountain, hoping to reverse the tide of defeat.

At that moment, the first rays of sun lit the lake, dazzling clouds painting the emerald water like sumptuous silk. The boat glided over the shimmering surface; surrounded by glimmering light, gulls and herons called and spread their wings, sending sparkling splashes into the air. Even the waterfowl, unable to contain their excitement, dove eagerly in search of fish and shrimp.

Thus, on the first day of the siege of South Sea Town, the Wolf King Namdus was defeated amid cries of “Allahu Akbar,” leaving behind over a thousand orcs, several hundred werewolves, and as many troll corpses. When the new siege ladders were ready, the assault would begin anew.

Chengtian finally saw clearly: the streak of spiritual light was an arrow, two meters long, forged of pure vital energy. The terrifying aura it gave off made even Chengtian shudder.

Overwhelmed by parting sorrow, he wandered along the stream, the sound of running water in his ears, as if the troubles in his heart were washing away with the current.

“It’s not just me—even the sect elders can’t reach that fellow,” Zhang Daoxuan said helplessly.

Still tending to Yuling, she felt only slightly reassured by her father’s words, but anxiety lingered. After all, danger had not been averted upon returning to the world of the living; all she could do was trust that Chen Xuanyi.

Xu Jie stood outside deep in thought for a while, then, with a twist of his right hand, produced a slim-mouthed pill bottle.