Chapter 108: The Slave Without Freedom

Drip, drip.
That was the sound of blood falling from the tip of a sword.
The dragon-kin in the cell held her breath, the thick scent of blood stinging her senses.
She could clearly see the slaughter unfolding in the darkness—the panicked roars, the limbs severed by blades, the flowing pools of crimson...
It was as if she had been transported back to that night, the piercing, shrill screams echoing in her ears once more, the ravenous flames consuming the forest, and countless sharp blades killing her.
However, these bullets did not penetrate Wilson’s body. Instead, they struck his back and, as if hitting solid wood, remained embedded there.
Chu Feng busied himself on the side, stacking the plates and bowls before carrying them into the kitchen to heat water and begin washing.
Also, there is a small matter to mention: Ling'er does not understand marriage, and Aunt Bai could not explain what a husband or wife is, so she simply told her to act as her master; since they would be looking after each other for a lifetime anyway, the difference was not that great.
Lian Shuo looked at Han Lianyi’s back with wounded eyes; he knew he had frightened her. Was it really so wrong for a younger brother to compliment his elder sister? Or had she sensed that his feelings for her went beyond a brother’s reliance on a sister?
"Cough, cough!" Ariel coughed, her complexion slowly beginning to improve. Seeing her health bar gradually rise, Lin Fan finally breathed a sigh of relief.
If he had been even a fraction of a second earlier, would he have run head-on into the Peacock Great Wisdom King? The current situation was probably no better.
"Roar!" The five Demonized Dragon Knights let out a roar and stood directly before Lin Fan and his party. Beneath the Demonized Dragon Knights were true bone dragons; an level-eighty demonized bone dragon combined with the knight itself made for an extremely formidable individual force.
Ye Jingsi appeared calm and serene on the surface, but inwardly, perhaps she was gnashing her teeth in regret.
"Hey, come to think of it, if you married Mo Ye and I married Mo Jue, we could still live together," Ye Wei mused, spinning her schemes. In truth, it wasn't that she liked Eleven; it was just that being with her brought her joy. For the sake of Eleven and Mo Ye, she hoped they would find happiness.
The suite was very spacious, consisting of an outer hall equipped with a bathroom and a bedroom.
In terms of martial arts talent alone, Duan Lang was certainly not inferior to the world's protagonists, Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun. Yet, his turbulent destiny caused this diligent martial arts prodigy to fade into obscurity.
When John and Helena arrived, Tia was curled up in Medallier’s arms, her eyes vacant and devoid of light.
Streaks of divine light ebbed and flowed between heaven and earth, but soon after, they surged into that massive rift like moths to a flame, vanishing into the darkness.
Murong Qingran stood up abruptly and stared straight at Mo Yan, pulling off her veil. Keeping it on was bad for her breathing, but she hadn’t expected that the Hasachi tribesmen in the hall would gasp in unison, standing frozen in shock, with some even dropping their scimitars to the ground.
Qin Lang turned his head slightly, his warm lips landing on her forehead, kissing her gently, again and again. In the noisy hospital room, everything suddenly fell silent. Many people watched them, and despite the tearstains still on their faces, they could not help but smile.
The death warrior seemed to sense the strangeness in its surroundings, standing rigid in place, awaiting further orders from its master.
"You seem quite busy lately, never at school on weekends. What have you been up to?" The scent of tiramisu wafted through the carriage. Mo Shaodong adjusted his seat to recline, pulled back the sunroof, and looked up. The night sky over the school was darker than elsewhere, revealing a multitude of stars.
Throughout the entire process, no matter how he performed, he had actually been on edge, terrified of making even the slightest mistake.
This race possessed immense natural talent. Of course, their numbers were also vast; while they could not compare to the human race, they were still one of the leading tribes on the Eternal Land.