Chapter 13138 — He Piaoliang Cannot Help but Curse

Fortunately, there were not many of these self-detonating ancient mosquitoes—seven in total—and with everyone striking at once, all seven were easily blown apart in midair.

Even so, the combined force of seven explosions still left everyone covered in grime and dust.

And that was only seven. Once the far larger swarm ahead caught their scent, the outcome hardly bore imagining.

Apart from Wei Zhao and Hu Suan, the rest of them—whether He Piaoliang or Chen Feng—would in all likelihood be finished here.

If it really came to that, losing two people the moment they arrived...

Almost every one of them had come for Xu Jia's sake; after a few polite pleasantries with the Qiao family at the door, they would invariably ask after the Second Madam.

He knew that Tengyun was not in a good state right now, and there could be only one reason: she must have seen everything. And having seen it all, she had chosen to believe that all of it was real—which was why she was like this.

This left everyone overwhelmed with flattered surprise; only Old Qi, seasoned as he was, showed a trace of worry between his white brows—and seeing his eldest grandson Qi Kun, face flushed crimson, trailing at Chang'an Jun's side and toasting with him, wearing a look of reflected glory, only deepened his unease.

"Why is there still a scar? Didn't I give you the medicine?" Nangong Tian ran his fingers over the little ridges and hollows, resolving in his heart that he would find something better to erase them.

Looking at Su Yushan, Chenfeng cast her a grateful look. Her words had indeed won him a great deal of face; though he no longer needed such things now, he was still deeply grateful for Su Yushan's thoughtfulness.

"Chu Jia, don't you feel that Ye Lingdao is a real scumbag?" Seeing that everyone had left, Bai Miao spoke her mind to Chu Jia.

Then the three of them headed for their rooms; but perhaps by the will of heaven, Ye Lingdao's and Du Xinfei's rooms were directly opposite each other—he was lodged right across from Ye Lingdao.

Song Wei never revealed his identity; on the eve of entering Chu capital he parted ways with Wen Wan and returned to Ningzhou.

Doing her best to ignore the sensation in her hand, Ruby did not want to disturb this scene that seemed to her like a dream or an illusion.

Walking along the road and watching the crowds pass by, Liu Ye felt rather put out—what did these people have to go and grow so tall for, for no reason at all?

Of course, those few boys were desperately eager to sit where Wang Ting was—in that brand-new Maserati.

Fang Yang waited a moment, then suddenly sensed a change in the void. Outside this palace, an enormous formation had risen, carrying an incomparably fierce killing intent, sealing off the entire hall.

Many among them had hunted down no small number of the evil factions and demonic parties of the Yao Fo Sect for their own selfish ends, yet they were of one mind that a companion spirit could only unleash its power in the hands of the righteous. If it should fall into the hands of devils and evildoers, would this jianghu ever know peace again?

"Come on, let's go to the hospital for a check-up. Whether it still hurts or not, I'll only feel at ease once you've been examined!" Yang Xin said at this moment, with great firmness.

"Something's wrong." For the third time Ye Xing drank down a mouthful of water; he sensed that the path he was walking was not right. Now every step he took cost him immense physical strength, and his vital essence was draining away at breakneck speed—only that wisp of icy flame in his dantian was, at this moment, unusually active.

"So be it, then—at worst I'll just be bedridden a while longer!" Lu Feng thought, and smiling, agreed to his mother's wishes.

It was a kind of invincible domineering air: pitch-black armor that showed not a single glint even in sunlight, short spikes at the joints, and the single horn upon its forehead—all radiating a savage, ferocious aura.

At this moment, even in the icy, indifferent eyes of that Shadow Demon Emperor of the outland demon race, astonishment surfaced.

As if sensing Qin Yu's gaze, that Huo Yuan'er came back to herself and turned her head toward where Qin Yu stood.

With a "tsk," the sword passed through the inner side of his wrist, and blood spurted from the wound—clearly the tendons of his wrist had been severed.

"When did you get here? Why didn't you say something?" Xu Junyao asked Yang Ting as he pulled on his clothes.