Volume 1, Chapter 52: Killing and Seizing Territory

“Big brother, I hit it...”
“Big brother, I...”
Bang! Bang!
Thud!
The younger brothers were thrilled, as if their shots had struck some formidable beast.
But before their excitement lasted long, two bullets, as hard as bones, lodged into their foreheads.
They were dead.
Two awakened heirs, bestowed with legacy, had lost their lives just like that.
At the same time, on the ground in the distance, Qi Fengling forcefully ejected the magazine.
Yes, Qi Fengling had indeed been hit earlier; even he thought he would be seriously wounded. Yet, those once-invincible bullets inflicted little damage.
At this moment, despite Dong Guo Yunfeng’s magical shield reducing the damage, his health continued to steadily decline.
“The time’s nearly up, Rina, it’s time to go back and rest,” Kamiiya Kazuya said, glancing at the clock as it neared eleven.
Madam Fu, having survived a deadly calamity thanks to Qing Zhenzi’s words and Fu Linyan’s sacrifice, now praised Fu Linyan’s filial piety to everyone she met. Within a day, the capital buzzed with tales of the Fourth Miss’s extraordinary devotion.
Moses Di Toto returned to the quiet of the Fuyue Mountains in the Baimin Kingdom. Upon entering the city, Kunwu was hosting the Baimin king.
The three masters, reluctant but resigned, stepped slowly into the spotlight. The audience’s warm applause brought them some solace.

Mihou braced himself for criticism, telling Dongmei that the emperor had agreed to let him go outside, though he had just learned this himself.
Lin Feng returned to the refuge, peeled off his protective suit, and stretched out comfortably on the bed, a look of pure contentment on his face.
On the plaza, the old ghost of West Mountain, who had been bickering with Luo Chen, suddenly wore an uneasy expression.
In the cavalry, Fu Linyan donned the uniform and headscarf prepared by the Tenth Princess, led the horse she had just ridden, and carefully inspected it; there was nothing unusual about the animal.
Cheng Lianbai gazed at the masked boy before him, suddenly feeling a warmth in his heart as if saved by an angel.
A month later, he hoped to give Shen Yuxin a magnificent wedding. Given the current state of the Fang family, hosting such a grand event seemed somewhat ambitious.
“Bitch, you’re insulting me!” Ji Yuwu, drenched in cold sweat from the pain, retorted spitefully without thinking.
It wasn’t until the clock struck ten in the living room and Nianjiu nestled in her arms that Ou Qike considered leaving. Only then did Shen Yuxin notice Jiang Yuanheng sitting quietly beside them.
His face grew more animated; hands trembling as he pressed on Shen Yuxin’s chest following the remembered technique, calling out her name.
One was tall, towering half a meter above Huang Dali; the other was short, half a head shorter than Bai Linghuai.
No, it couldn’t be. Perhaps he had inquired about the birthday banquet during Princess Chen Jing’s last celebration.
After Han Qing finished speaking, sheI'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.