Chapter 108: Will You Return?

Wen Han pressed down on Xu Yu’s face, her palm clutching a handful of snow which she smashed onto her. Xu Yu, pinned beneath her, fiercely butted her head into Wen Han’s nose.

Wen Han, riding atop her, cried out in pain and tumbled into the snow.

“Wen Han! Uncle! Shen Yue!” Xu Yu shouted loudly, hurling snow at Wen Han as she called for the three of them.

She packed snowballs quickly, fueled by old grudges...

“Did the King of the Northern Barbarians truly accept such harsh terms without hesitation?” Zhan Xi’s tone held no surprise, yet she deliberately asked.

Su Qian’ai bared her teeth in a stiff smile, striving to keep warmth on her face. Though she understood why Yulia treated her so kindly, she had to admit she quite liked the feeling of this unexpected warmth.

On the night of the twenty-fifth day of the tenth month in the thirteenth year of the Longhui era of the Great Abyss, an army of hundreds of thousands quietly departed Qizhou City during the second watch. The troops moved silently, and despite their vast number, they made little noise as they left the city.

“I understand. I’ll go!” Xia Ranmo gritted her teeth. Damn it, they were threatening her with the orphanage again—and now there was an additional five hundred million involved.

After Zhou Dandan finished explaining, Jiang Weini suddenly caught the mention of marriage and children. Her eyes widened as she racked her brain for a long moment, recalling everything from beginning to end. Still, she couldn’t remember if any protection had been used. If not, did Guan Jinting like him? Did it mean he wanted to marry her and have children?

Xu Shenlin poured tea and water for me nearby. I accepted without hesitation, my mouth burning as if stuffed with sausages, but I couldn’t help but grin foolishly at him.

“President, here’s your coffee.” After familiarizing herself with the company, Xia Ranmo placed the freshly brewed coffee on Xing Yicheng’s desk.

Li Xiaomai smiled bitterly. “Do as you wish. In your eyes, I’m no longer the Li Xiaomai I once was.” She said this calmly, weighed down by a deep exhaustion. No matter how she explained or what she did, neither she nor Huang Zijie could ever return to the past.

“I...” Li Xiaomai’s mind was a muddle. She scratched her head and muttered, “I need to think, I really need to think.” At this moment, her thoughts weren’t just on Li Monan’s problem, but more so on Huang Zijie.

The cultivators of the Demonic Sect possessed tremendous explosive power. Those left guarding Cuiming Mountain were the untrained Nine-Tailed Cat tribe cultivators. Sending them to face the Demonic Sect cultivators would likely fail to coordinate, and the well-formed Demonic Sect formations might decisively defeat them one by one.

“Old Snake, I’m straightforward and don’t play guessing games. Given your status, you surely wouldn’t come without reason. Please, speak.” Shi Quanshun poured a cup of tea for the old man.

Spring Grass entered the room, tidying up the unfinished luggage. Lu Ziqi came to help, and before long, the packing was nearly done. Lu Ziqi brought water, and the two washed up together, then waited for the others to arrive.

The next morning, after breakfast, Lu Ziqi busied himself arranging the assassination, while Spring Grass found herself with some idle time.

Everyone was baffled, pondering the recent conversation. Just then, Mu Xichen happened to glance at the jade seal with a broken corner. He slowly walked over and picked up the damaged seal.

He opened and propped up the hood, looking here and there, feeling and moving parts. Yet after fiddling for a while, his brow remained furrowed. Perhaps he had encountered a serious problem.

But by the time they escaped, they were already exhausted, and here, their strength waned further, sensing the wind of pursuit closing in ever nearer from behind.

At this thought, Tian Tian’s whole body went limp with terror. She quickly covered her mouth, not daring to breathe a sound.

Before Meng Qi could consider carefully, the dark figure darted swiftly in one direction. Gritting his teeth, Meng Qi resolved to follow first and assess the situation later.