086. What If Little Qiao Is About to Be Carried Off by the Great Devil?

“Well now—you two have done nicely. Go out for a casual stroll and come back having picked up a hot potato for me.”

At the county yamen of Hefei, Cao Xin toyed with a perfectly square piece of jade in his hand, about three inches wide and no more than two inches high, like an oversized matchbox.

On the underside of the jade seal were eight small seal-script characters in intaglio: “Having received the Mandate of Heaven, may he enjoy long life and everlasting prosperity.” The seal was pure, flawless white throughout, crowned with a coiled chi-tiger knob. When Wang Mang usurped the Han, one of the horn tips atop it had been chipped off by Wang Zhengjun and later repaired with gold.

Ning Jimo let out a grim, chilling sneer and, without the slightest hesitation, swung the steel pipe, beating the two men until they howled for their fathers and mothers.

The Qian family all sat collapsed on the ground in dejection. Their family was finished, utterly finished. Yun Lingqiang had also been released, and before Chu Tianxing they did not even dare utter a threat.

He bit down hard on his lip, and at once his mouth filled with the thick taste of iron. He felt his mind clear, if only a little.

This so-called heaven was not the heaven of the Immortal Mist Star, but the true heaven within the starry cosmos. Forget the present Song Ning—even Song Ning at the height of his powers likely could not have done it.

Only Sakurako Aoi could not laugh. To her, the matter between those two also represented the matter of the island nation itself. She did not want her country to become like this, and still less did she want this turmoil to drag on and create a bad impression.

So many corpses would be troublesome to dispose of. Murong Yi had also sent people to the mass grave, yet no extra bodies had been found there. If they were not dealt with, then foul stench and a host of other problems would inevitably follow. Taking everything into account, Su Liluo did not believe she was in any danger.

After the two had made their decision, a staff member loaded the electronic route map into the vehicle’s navigation system.

Song Ning kept silently reviewing the method of calming the mind within his heart. Three days later, when Qingyun arrived, he sensed his presence from thirty-two zhang away.

Lan Ruoxi’s gaze brimmed everywhere with viciousness; Wanyan Yue’s eyes were even more terrifying than Lan Ruoxi’s by several degrees.

“Say, she isn’t hiding off in some corner, is she, just waiting to spring a surprise attack on us?” Sun Fei edged nervously closer to my side, scanning the surroundings with wary eyes.

All the servants in the courtyard lightened their steps, terrified that the slightest sound might further enrage Qi Dali, who was on the verge of exploding.

Qin Yuxuan met Tang Yi’s gaze, and his eyes felt almost like those of a god… surveying all living things.

The irritation in Cang Sheng’s heart rose with the steadily climbing heat of this place—only higher, never lower; only up, never down.

Even so, Miss still possessed a strong sense of professional ethics. Though inwardly she was grumbling, nothing showed on her face; it remained full of delighted surprise.

He had sent out several groups of people, openly and in secret, to inquire into the background of Hexing Tower, but every group had been turned back.

When the time came and she became the most gifted person in the entire Liu family, she would drive those two old things out. Useless trash—they were not worthy of being her parents.

Without even turning his head, Liu Chengzhi finished peeling the potatoes, then began slicing them; once the slices were done, he cut them into shreds.

After that affair, although Xiao Wang was demoted to a marquis, the gloomy, joyless air he once carried was swept away. Instead, he seemed bathed in the spring breeze.

Duli could see nothing now. Once he closed his eyes, all around him was darkness, utter darkness. Because he could not see, his other senses grew all the clearer.

“Hmph. The victor becomes king, the defeated bandit—say what you like.” The Grand Empress Dowager Shengde spoke coldly. Though she looked wretched beyond measure, she still refused to lower her proud head.

“The Thirty-Six Immortal Caves—heh. So these are the demon cultivators of the Demon Realm?” Tang Yaotian said.

“I shall go meet them.” After a moment’s thought, the Patriarch of the Duanmu clan leapt out of the Eastern family estate and sped straight toward the city outskirts.

Firefeather’s eyes lit up at once. It nodded vigorously, sprang onto Gong Xueyi’s shoulder, and pointed its claw in a certain direction. Without a word, Gong Xueyi led the others away.

“The first form of Heaven-Splitting: Split Heaven.”

The Star Scepter changed shape at once, transforming into a colossal battle-axe. One star after another hung high upon the axe blade, inlaying the entire weapon with a dazzling brilliance.