Chapter 43: Speculation

The commander of the Tenth District Army arrived very quickly; Lian Fei waited for only five minutes before he showed up.

Watching the Tenth District Army commander rush over in a hurry, Lian Fei raised an eyebrow and asked, "Commander, is it really this urgent?"

Without answering her, the commander simply said, "Come with me," and pulled Lian Fei along as he strode toward the starport.

Before she could figure out what was happening, Lian Fei was dragged all the way to the starport and pushed onto a starship.

Once aboard the starship, the Tenth District Army commander told Lian Fei to go take a shower.

Over on the other end, Shi Liaoliao received the message and replied with a simple "Alright." Then, after hesitating before the message window for a long while, she still ended up typing out a lengthy paragraph and sending it.

Xie Daoxuan leaned back against the chair, looking at Mother Lu with a faint smile. The smile appeared radiant and brilliant, yet it carried an oppressive weight that made Mother Lu shudder involuntarily for no apparent reason.

"That's right," the water bear spoke in a viscous, slimy voice, sounding like the tongue of some ugly toad licking against everyone's cheeks.

How utterly foolish must one be to slice away one's own limbs and flesh piece by piece, just to feed a man-eating tiger?

The living room was unlit; the screen of Shi Yuan's phone was the only source of faint, eerie light, casting an uncomfortable glow.

He leaned against the wall of the carriage, his leg suffering from a gunshot wound. He had crudely wrapped it with a strip of cloth torn from his overcoat, but the blood had already soaked through the bandages, staining the ground beneath him a bright crimson.

Xie Daoxuan nestled in Mo Qizong's arms, listening to the steady thumping of his heart. Gradually, a fine layer of sweat beaded on his forehead, his face flushed with a post-exertion glow, and his breathing grew hurried and shallow.

"Let me tell you about something utterly absurd." This was the exact tone He Yue always used whenever she shared gossip with him.

He Yue snapped fully awake. She jerked her eyes open and was greeted by a visage of noble and elegant handsomeness.

Zhang Yujie raised her gaze. The educated youth dormitory before her was clean and tidy, with raindrops drumming against the dark clay tiles, creating a quaint and poetic ambiance.

At that moment, a trace of indescribable, wild ambition surfaced in her eyes, accompanied by a thread of hysterical, frenzied will.

As for the other Vajra Martial Illusionists, upon seeing this, they were already thrown into utter shock, creating a massive uproar.

Upon stepping into the coffee shop, Wang Ning subconsciously glanced back at me, yet her gaze was as indifferent as if she were looking at a complete stranger, devoid of the slightest emotional fluctuation.

The majority of them shook their heads. It was not due to their ignorance; it was simply because this so-called Divine Wood was far too obscure.

They simply could not fathom how, no matter how heaven-defying Monkey Brother might be, he was still merely a Three-Star Venerable, separated from the Saint rank by a distance as vast as heaven and earth. How could he possibly manage to injure a Saint?

At this moment, Zhu Houzhao had a few tables brought forward and pieced together into a makeshift high platform, onto which he and the county magistrate ascended. Being elevated by a significant margin gradually drew the attention of the commoners. Once Magistrate Lu stepped onto the platform, even more gazes turned in their direction.

Adding them all up, Zhu Houzhao's party numbered fewer than sixty people, which could easily fit aboard a single grain transport boat. This particular vessel belonged to the Duke of Wei, Xu Pei, though outwardly it operated as a commercial passenger boat for the Xufu Ji firm of Nanjing.

His fighting style was utterly reckless and devoid of defense; every single strike he unleashed was a fatal, decisive blow.

The pearls were iridescent and transparent, bearing the imprints of the earth and the sky, making this world appear surreal and bizarre.

At that time, Zhu Houwei had indeed written a letter to his two uncles and handed it to Zhu Yuan just in case. He had not expected it to actually come in handy, nor had he anticipated that these aristocrats would operate with such astonishing efficiency.

Sun Ce had originally thought it would take a fair amount of effort to persuade Yuan Shu. To his surprise, as he strode into the commander's tent, he found Yuan Shu hosting a banquet. Zhang Xun, Ji Ling, and the others had all gathered around, loudly shouting congratulations to Sun Ce on his triumphant opening battle.

Yu Yuan crawled over to the side of Ye Qingzhi's bed, removed her iris mask, and tossed it aside, revealing the ghastly scar. With trembling fingers, she took hold of Ye Qingzhi's somewhat chilly hand. She gripped it tightly, forcing his fingers apart one by one to interlock them with her own, and pressed their joined hands against her face, rubbing them back and forth.