Chapter 95: Is Third Master Not Leaving?

"Quite the biter. If he doesn’t leave, are you going to bite my finger off?"

Xu Yu’s cheeks burned scarlet.

"I’ll wipe it for you."

She pulled out a tissue, and truly became someone’s personal attendant.

Shen Liangyan pinched her puffed-up cheek, making her look exactly like a blowfish.

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"Looks like there’s no other choice." Fei Ya closed her eyes slightly, and a surge of blue energy radiated from her body, turning the surrounding air damp and chilling.

There was only one reason: if the Daoist sect were truly even a little stronger than the powers of the heavens, then why, to this day, was its main sphere of influence still limited to only these three mountain peaks?

If you opened your eyes and walked forward, you would fall under the illusion and, without realizing it, circle in place. If you closed your eyes and walked, you would unconsciously veer off course. In other words, whether your eyes were open or shut, you could no longer move forward?

"Is there any other way?" William grew more and more bewildered. Once a body rotted, a large amount of gas formed in the tissues, greatly reducing its density and causing the corpse to float. If they did not want the body to rise to the surface and could not lash on heavy weights, was there perhaps some way to suppress the chemical process of decay itself?

Abbess Miaoyin shook her head. Human nature could not be divided and discussed separately, because human beings had emotions. One’s temperament had limits; once a single thought strayed into delusion and reckless action, one would fall into the demon of temperament. Emotions and sensibilities could also go askew. To cling obsessively to feeling was to invite madness, yet to cast emotion aside was to lose one’s humanity.

"Letting this fellow off so easily doesn’t seem quite right!" Yun said coldly, looking at Han Jing, who lay immobilized on the ground with only his head outside the ice.

After seeing those two cars, Qin Junxi nodded, already planning to get one like them when he went back.

As the Wang, Zhang, and Li families’ traditional physicians took root across the land of Hua, many things became clear at once after studying the medical canon compiled by Lu Yu.

Just as she refused to give in and was about to launch a second pounce, her hair suddenly stood on end. A terror, as though she were being watched by a ferocious beast, surged from the depths of her heart. A faint smell of blood drifted from behind her; her skin prickled, her face went pale, and the pair of indifferent eyes behind her were as terrifying as death itself.

That lecturing tone had only just pulled him back to reality. At that moment, the banner finally revealed the bearing of a thousand-year-old elder, one who had transcended time, though it still carried not the slightest hint of demonic aura.

"Hiss... If the Zhao Ji before me is really the one I think she is... then this is getting interesting. Then... doesn’t that make me the Qin First Emperor of that era?" The thought sent Zhao Zheng’s eyes burning with sudden intensity.

Ye Qingyu did not care about that. After finishing the first song, she chatted briefly with the fans in the livestream, casually banned a few accounts that, in her eyes, had crossed the line into foul language, and then began singing the song she had written herself.

It carried a strong rural flavor, but by then it was at least understandable. Before that, she had run into several people from the villages who could not even speak standard Mandarin.

In the blink of an eye, midwinter had arrived. This year’s snowfall was especially heavy, and for more than a month now, snow as large as goose feathers had fallen without pause. The village at the foot of the mountain was completely buried; inside and outside the village, the snow lay nearly a foot deep, and even the water in the deep wells had frozen solid.

In other words, from the very beginning, Su Yan had never intended to face the worst-case scenario, and perhaps had not even dared to face it.

In truth, nothing was absolute. Zhao Zheng knew that suicide might well free him from this foreign world, but whenever he imagined having to leave this world in such a pathetic way, he would rather stay here and live out the unlucky man’s life for him.

Liu Heng had some connection with the company, so he could speak up on behalf of others. When they heard it was only a case of lateness, they gave him face.