Fu Xian Sheng

Chapter 1102 How to Write the Word Death

"Kid, I'm warning you, this is the capital, not a place for you to run wild."

Lin Wenyuan pointed at Li Yang's nose with an arrogant demeanor, immediately launching into a torrent of abuse.

Li Yang sighed helplessly and said, "So, there's no room for negotiation?"

"Swish!" The wolf blade was aimed at Qinglang's neck. If Li Bai had moved forward even a millimeter more, Qinglang's neck would have been in jeopardy.

Wei Ran stole a glance at him, unable to discern his mood from his face. He had just been accompanying Madam Ruan picking flowers and counting the days; he should have been in good spirits. With the end of the year approaching, officials from all over Jiangzhou were coming to pay their respects with gifts. It might not be easy to find another good opportunity to talk in the future.

Wei Ran went to draw the dagger from his waist. It was a personal defensive item that Wei Zhao always carried. Wei Ran pulled it out a short distance, the blade glinting. Wei Zhao's expression changed drastically. He snatched it back with a backhand. The dagger was very short. As he grabbed Wei Ran's hand, the palm grazed the sharp edge, immediately drawing blood.

"Chenchen, don't be afraid. This is just a game, they're all fake," Li Bai patiently explained to Chenchen.

Zhu Shan, Li Lin, the Sword Hall, and his confidante Yang Xue, all perished in Chang'an. This was the greatest humiliation of his life.

It wasn't until Selina appeared with Krian and recounted the events that he realized what had happened.

Alright, seeing Li Bai's swift actions, Leng Ruobing was even more surprised. However, seeing Da Bai being so decisive, she wasn't angry at all; instead, she was quite happy.

He bent down, gently curved his lips, and softly wiped away the lingering tears from my eyes.

"Am I that scary?" Zhan Tianshuo said unhappily, his sorrow evident. He had followed me all the way, but why did he come out with me? Was he seeking revenge? I subconsciously clenched my fists.

They were a film crew originally shooting a wilderness survival variety show in the Bolish Mountains. They had set up camp deep in the mountains, in a place that was almost uninhabited.

Everyone then noticed the footprints on the ground; they did seem a bit shallow. If one didn't observe carefully, they wouldn't have noticed them. Once everyone entered, it would be even harder to distinguish.

As soon as she spoke, the girl revealed her chatterbox nature. Look at Su Qiaoling; she wouldn't openly ask about the bus schedule, but Lu Yun had every reason to believe she would find out privately as soon as possible.

Yang Qi was startled and quickly walked to the front to look down. Indeed, the surrounding houses had been cleared out at some point. Countless soldiers had surrounded the restaurant, their armor clanking, swords unsheathed, and crossbows strung, looking like a scene from wartime.

Qin Yun remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he couldn't help but sigh. It was fortunate that Guo Ju was there, allowing the Six Doors to survive by sheer luck, not being annexed by organizations like the Eastern Depot, Western Depot, and the Dragon Guard Manor, and always retaining its core elite strength.

Looking at the bloody ground and the overwhelming, pungent smell of blood, those who recognized Ji Xuanyuan's identity turned ashen and trembled all over.

There were quite a few smart people in the village, all following the trend. This was good; at least they knew to work hard, which was better than not knowing. If these families grew their flowers well, he would need them in the future.

"Amitabha, once the engagement post is submitted, it's settled. What is settled is settled. Now I can rest easy. Truly, the Bodhisattvas have blessed us!" Mo Liuniang clasped her hands together and spun around, thanking all the Bodhisattvas.

I really want to... go up there and see... She looked at the stars and thought this. Just then, the stars above were obscured by a dark cloud.