53 Butterfly (17)

My face burned fiercely, and a hot flow filled my nose. As I lowered my head, blood immediately streamed out. The two slaps just now had left me utterly miserable; the grievance in my heart far outweighed the pain in my body.

“What?” I let go of my sister, frowning at her, doubting my own ears. She had just said she would allow me to use the mystical arts I possessed. This was a perfectly ordinary matter, yet, by the flickering light of the burning paper, I realized this graveyard was far too vast. I quickly estimated—there were over a hundred graves here. The village had only two hundred families, with perhaps three or four hundred people in total. How could there be so many graves?

This thought came to me suddenly: a fist thrown under double gravity would have twice the force of a normal punch.

The young man was infuriated that Liu Ming dared call him a fool. He surged forward in one swift step, swung his fist, and aimed it straight at Liu Ming’s forehead.

“Get lost…” Bai Zhuohan’s lips trembled as he tossed out a firecracker. His eyes were as red as a rabbit painted on a New Year’s scroll.

I will give you a chance to confirm your love for me; naturally, I cannot bear to let you regret it. As for the life you owe Fu Zikang, I have already repaid it to his son on your behalf. Isn’t that enough for us to love one another wholeheartedly?

Because of this, Yamamoto had wanted countless times to kill Liu Ming, to prove that Matsushima Koji was wrong. But Matsushima Koji had repeatedly stopped him, leaving Yamamoto endlessly frustrated.

“What a strange name. This herb is a treasure. If only all soy milk had this herb juice added, wouldn’t it be wonderful!” Yang Xuelian looked at Zhao Tiezhu with eager anticipation.

Old Wang’s wife, hearing Huijue’s words, let out a miserable cry and fainted dead away on the spot.

“Damn it.” Bai Yu could not afford to hesitate now. He took out a long whip from his storage ring, wrapped it in fiery force, and lashed at the nearest skeleton. The whip whistled through the air and struck the skeleton hard, sending it flying apart in all directions like a pile of scattered bones.

Chen Tianhao, the boss of the Grand Sky Gang, was Lin Ye’s point-scoring companion. Only now did Lin Ye remember him, and just then his phone rang—it was Chen Tianhao calling.

Because of this, Zheng Kai had been scolded many times by Luo Tingguang. He only checked the three major broadband endpoints and flagged households with heavy data flows for the list.

Red and white, the pungent smell of blood was nauseating. The assassin didn’t even have time to grunt before Lin Xiaofei shot him straight in the head, killing him instantly.

“Pfft!” Fan Bingbing, nearby, burst out laughing. To use “withered flower” to describe Feng Shaofeng—only Miao Pu could come up with that. Yet, on second thought, it wasn’t unreasonable. Zhou Bai and Wang Baoqiang also doubled over with laughter. The two of them were becoming more and more like a pair of bickering friends.

Yu Sanjin summoned his spirit, and streams of consciousness tinged with black starlight covered the Eye of the Taiji, making a sizzling sound.

Ding Xiang was startled. When she was working outside, she had once been a sales assistant in a clothing store and knew that even at half price, clothes of this brand were far beyond her means.

Upon hearing Luo Yi’s words, the young man, Reese, suddenly became excited. Being understood and blessed by someone lifted a huge weight from his shoulders, as if he had seen a ray of light in the darkness. Indeed, Luo Yi’s words made Reese immediately regard him as a confidant.

All that appeared before their eyes was a stretch of blackness. The scouting team immediately turned back, reporting only that it was some strange black petrified surface, yet when they stepped on it, it didn’t feel like rock at all but was rather soft, almost like rubber.

“It’s rare for Lady Sun to invite me in! If your husband were home, he’d probably throw me out himself!” Aunt Feng muttered coldly as she stepped inside.

At this moment, Lin Fucai was struck by Zhu Keqi’s spell—he could neither speak nor move. His eyes darted anxiously, wanting to speak but unable to, filled with worry for his companions.

Outside, a light drizzle began to fall, pattering endlessly. Lin Yuming frowned and turned back to the office for an umbrella, but Chen Zijun said it wasn’t necessary—she had brought one herself.

Today, because of her father’s betrayal, she found herself a distant onlooker, no longer part of that warmth.

With a furious curse, Yi Tianchen’s eyes flashed with a fierce light. He drew out Wild Wrath, poised to strike at any moment.

Liu Yuhan was momentarily taken aback. Only now did she realize that besides Yi Tianchen and the dwarf blacksmith Karn, there was something else—an object she recognized from before: the golden furnace used to break the Dragon Chant seal, wrapped in a burlap sack with some ironwood charcoal.

My heart clenched in an instant. Crouching down with my submachine gun at the ready, I scanned my surroundings alertly.

Jia Denlian finally noticed the officer in front of him. The man was very young, perhaps seventeen or eighteen. He was tall and handsome, with a demeanor that reminded Jia Denlian of someone from his past, though he couldn’t recall who.

The two spoke openly from the heart. Although the outcome left Jun Qi with some regret, he at least understood Li Xiang’s feelings, and now respected him even more, freeing himself from the torment of unrequited longing—a kind of liberation.

Fang Yuan had not expected that upon hearing of his arrival, the other would come so early to wait for him, and so he had the man step forward to meet him.

At this moment, a new command appeared in its consciousness, and it felt its body regain mobility.

“Find out where that tremor just came from!” the slovenly man yelled as he ran.

“All right.” The thought of having everything vanished. Though disappointed, Li Lizhi, who suffered from indecisiveness, felt much better when Liu Tianyu told her she could take her time to choose.

After all, a conflict with cause is one thing, but to be targeted with deliberate intent is another altogether.

Thus, Prince Ninietiel’s other hand moved as well. He drew back his fist and struck at his opponent. At the moment of impact, his arm broke the sound barrier, and within less than a meter, not a breath of wind could keep up with it.

When the three brothers met, they exchanged pleasantries as usual, though their banter was anything but polite—sharp, biting, and sarcastic, as only old friends could manage.

The two men involved were both criminals with records at the police station. The authorities would not spend much effort investigating their deaths.