Chapter 117: Li Fanshuang's Condition Worsens

As long as he refuses to believe something, even ironclad facts placed before him, he likely will not accept them. This might be a form of invincible loneliness—once he uncovers these people’s secrets, or they realize he is the one they seek or the key to their schemes, they immediately fall into opposition.

Although I knew she usually carried a gun, this was the first time she drew it in front of me. I looked at her with some surprise; beside me, Gu Ci was also startled by her swift movement.

“Haoyang” describes the brilliance and flames of the sun, like the sun at its zenith, shining upon all. The innate energy of Haoyang is the first ray of light and heat between heaven and earth.

The nurse suddenly understood and said, “That’s right. Before leaving, one of the masked men threw down a phone.” She handed the phone to Wei Renwu—an old-fashioned device worth barely a hundred yuan.

After bathing, Tong Miaomiao’s wet hair draped over her shoulders, wearing the clothes Mu Qi had given her.

One by one, the men in black raised their knives. Though masked, their eyes betrayed a reluctant defiance, but they dared not move further.

Bo Ci did not try; after all, Bo Yan was a stubborn master impervious to salt and oil. She didn’t want him to overhear her idle talk.

Xuanwu howled mournfully to the heavens, its voice spreading through the world. The divine figure atop the Ao Shou’s head wept as it bowed to the giant turtle.

Ashamed, Major Enfield wished he could crawl into a crack in the earth. He quickly made an excuse about feeling unwell and hurried away.

But years passed, and the energy within Shuangren remained unchanged. Meanwhile, the other three young masters gradually caught up, and in the end, Shuangren fell to the lowest rank among the Four Young Masters of China.

There were no bodies, no bloodstains—only a stench lingering in the air.

Ruyun stood by Qingfeng’s bedside when suddenly a talisman darted past her hand, instantly burning to ashes and revealing several lines of characters in the air.

The sound of weapons and armor clashing erupted even before he finished speaking, the cocking of a gun echoing as tension suffused the entire inn almost instantly.

The black cat, as if hearing Ming Chuan’s call with Zhai Feifei, lifted its eyelids and glanced at him with eyes full of mockery and playfulness.

By now, he already knew the old drunk’s toughness. Lin Yuanhu was nothing compared to the old drunk.

“Clan Leader Mo Su, please calm down,” Purple Qu Saint rose as well. “This time it was my negligence! I only intended to send Qingxue to the Yunhuang Illusion Realm for some training and to avoid detection by Huan Tian.”

The nameless figure sank into the shadows, leaning against one wall, leaving some time for Zuo Ci and Xu Mo, old friends reunited after a long absence, to catch up.

The morning at Jinyun Palace was quiet and still. The disappearance of Eunuch Ai and the death of Consort Wen cast a somber veil over the palace. Suddenly, a commotion awakened Tianjiao from her slumber.

Luo Qianfan understood immediately upon receiving the call that he was being watched by Luo Laoguan’s men, likely to uncover his address. Fortunately, Bi Xu happened to be nearby; otherwise, trouble was inevitable. Glancing back discreetly, he saw Bi Xu’s taxi trailing the bus—though who sat inside was unclear.

Although he had absorbed much cultivation, his karmic ties remained unresolved. His current level could only be considered the peak of the false void stage, not enough to attract such a powerful thunder tribulation.

The sun set behind the western hills, the evening glow dyeing the sky a deep crimson. Summer nights came late; by sunset, it was already dinnertime. Strangely, ever since Bai went out, no one had come to disturb the room of the man in white robes, as if everything had returned to normal naturally.

He pointed a chaotic spirit finger at Zhao Jingmei, then took her and walked toward the disciple who had come to provoke them.

The danger of magic needed no elaboration, so injuries among students at the Second Magic Academy were common. Fortunately, most came from impoverished backgrounds, so minor wounds were not especially burdensome.

“What? Ina is missing?” Ye Feng was startled. He remembered being injured by a level-nine magical beast during the clan leader candidate contest in the Boundless Forest, and how Princess Ina of the elves had rescued him and taken him to the Elven City.

And then there was Navy Colonel Smaug, who, despite being naval personnel, ate and lived alongside pirates, even allowing them to aid his cultivation.

The scene at the Jinsha Town Mountain God Temple had surely been tense. Yet Gu Qianyang, fully aware of the deadly odds, managed to obtain evidence and conceal it in his palm, demonstrating his utter disregard for life and death and remarkable composure.

Not only was the production crew discussing it; even viewers in the livestream chat were flooding the screen with messages.

But now possessing the Silent Death Gun, capable of both ranged and close combat, there was nothing to fear.

The three approached Regna in perfect step, then knelt on one knee one by one from left to right.

Mu Wan’an did not dodge as she faced the photo depicting her and her senior. A sudden cut across her face brought a sharp sting to her heart.

“...” Tang Qiansu, of course, understood Lei Zi and Li Zhuobao and their companions. Though they were rough characters, they were men of iron will and tolerance.

Only she knew the secret of the red ribbon—why would he suddenly notice it? But come to think of it, how did he manage to get a red ribbon himself?

“Alright, I understand. I’ll report to the leadership promptly,” said a detective from the First Criminal Investigation Team after hanging up. He quickly called the captain—still out on a late-night raid and not yet returned.

Perhaps Mo Jingchuan’s mood was too low, causing Qi Jun and the others to keep their words to a minimum.