Chapter 101: The Scapegoat Bearing the Blame

I turned my head. Though the light was dim, I could still sense the muscles on Sitou’s face trembling—an action somewhat akin to laughter.

"You promised me, no more birth control pills. If you get pregnant, tell me. We can get married," Zhang Qihang pressed her onto the bed, speaking with earnestness.

"Hmph, this is Young Master Fan from the Pirro family. You’d better watch your step—not everyone is someone you can provoke!" Mo Kun introduced the sullen young aristocrat at the center, while cleverly distancing himself.

The crossbow bolts of the Tiger Camp were crafted from refined steel, their three-edged heads bearing blood grooves, granting them formidable penetrating power. At close range, a single bolt could pierce through two rebels and wound a third.

Yet, the creature resembling a python did not immediately attack them; instead, it engaged in a staring contest with the humans, neither advancing nor retreating.

A long, mournful voice rang out, its cadence rising and falling like a song or a recited poem. No one knew where the voice came from, but in an instant it filled the sky above the entire tribe, reminiscent of the whispered words of a deity—solemn and clear, echoing in their ears.

"Chufan, there’s no need to be so formal. You’re all my classmates, and Zhang Dan is my best friend. Just treat this place as your home, don’t worry," Ning Jie chimed in.

"Alright, take your time discussing. When that fool from Singapore takes the bait, give me a call," Xia Tian said lazily.

He barely evaded a breath of dragon fire, his fur scorched and curled by the intense heat—even with his innate defenses, he was left in a wretched state.

Shooting upward with a parabolic arc to inflict damage from afar was an advanced tactic, surpassing ordinary marksmanship and instilling fear in the enemy.

Just as Zhang Yu was leaving the swamp, his name suddenly soared up the rankings, landing him directly in tenth place.

"Heh, if anyone is willing to lend me three thousand top-grade spirit stones, I’d do anything," Tuotuo chuckled.

"Tea is like life—endlessly savored. Perhaps that’s what it means," Elder Yang sighed contentedly, cradling his teacup.

Ye Lan ordered a glass of juice, while Gu Mo chose red wine. The couple sat together, chatting as they watched a pair of happy lovers nearby.

"Is that so? Perhaps," Mobulan replied uncertainly, thinking that Suojies might simply have a faulty sense of taste.

Zhao Chengde, rich in experience gathering herbs, was familiar with ginseng’s habits. After wandering the mountains for five days and nearly doubting the existence of ginseng there, they finally glimpsed the shadow of a century-old root.

Their arrival didn’t disturb the ghosts; the cultivators discovered that the spirits seemed mesmerized, wandering aimlessly. Even when some curious cultivators dispatched a few, the ghosts showed no reaction.

The golden hairpin in her hand slowly advanced, leaving a crimson trail across her translucent neck. The emperor’s heart raced, terrified she might do something utterly deranged to harm herself.

Faced with such a fateful opportunity, Su Ting put aside concerns about the origins of the venerable monk, instead focusing his mind and calmly contemplating.

Sima Shang cursed inwardly, then refolded the letter and tucked it into his sleeve. His intention was not to become Nalansnow’s enemy, but to gradually seep into her life, making her unable to leave him, unwilling to part.

Old Mo Yi replied and, without bowing to Jiang Yue, walked straight to Nalansnow’s bedside and sat down, preparing to take her pulse.

"Haha—" everyone burst out laughing. For the podcaster who always claimed to have nothing to say but was actually endlessly talkative, they’d long felt annoyed, and Shen Feng’s words resonated with them.

Huang Tianhu, Elder, Spirit King, cultivates fire techniques, specializes in offense, hot-tempered, fond of drink and lust, with over ten disciples under him.

"Zzz zzz," electric arcs danced around Li Mu’s body, his beautiful hair now scorched black, but aside from the charred appearance, he was otherwise unharmed.

"And it’s highly likely those are people from Wild Romance and Brotherhood World!" I said with certainty, given the unusual activity outside the leveling area and the newly spawned monsters.

Lanxi fell silent—was he actually kindhearted? Could someone so expressionless all day truly possess such goodwill?

Suddenly, Su Yan unleashed a piercing howl, his sword tracing a mysterious trajectory before condensing into a dazzling beam, radiating supreme sword intent.

Whether in ancient chaos, otherworldly disorder, or even the peaceful present-day, every man harbors this fantasy deep within, buried so low in the heart.

"This—this is—could it be—" Lu Xiangqi became so excited he could barely speak, while Yun Aotian and Zhou Guran’s eyes revealed a greedy gleam.

Qin Fei and Tang Lei, both tall and strong, worked together to right the boat, then shook it forcefully to expel most of the water.

The jade now before them, though smaller than the one Shiguosheng possessed, was completely transparent and of far superior quality.

Lin Feng nodded; he knew what to do. Gathering all his concentration, he slowly released his spiritual power, creating a channel for it and attempting to guide it with his will.

On the surface, it seemed nothing more than an ordinary glass of red wine. With her tolerance, she could drink three glasses without issue, yet at this moment, it was far from simple.