Chapter 112: Blocking the Blade for Him

"I've already been paying attention to this matter. How am I indifferent?" Shen Shen retorted. Sheng Ran disliked that coldness in Shen Shen's demeanor.

"The best option is to go abroad for a period of isolated treatment—it might be a few months, or even years. But I know, as long as you're around, he won't go," Sheng Ran pressed.

Her legs moved uncontrollably toward the upstairs bathroom. What was she doing? She herself didn't know; she just wanted to see that dress again, to feel the presence of its owner.

Liushang Mowu, hearing this, pinched Xiao Qingchen’s waist with an imperceptible motion, the pain sharp and piercing. "Serves you right for teasing me!" Liushang Mowu sneered. Just then, Xiao Qingchen suddenly turned, startling the hundred people behind him, and Liu Bifeng beside Liu Xuanfeng quickly withdrew his gaze.

"Gu Guorong, what exactly are you up to?" Mother Yan slammed her newspaper onto the table with a loud smack, angrily questioning Gu Guorong on the other end of the phone.

Chu Feichen, however, didn't even furrow his brow. He continued to pull on Hong Luan with one hand, while with the other he calmly brushed the powder from his clothes.

"The boss was forced into making a decision: secretly eliminate anyone who has infiltrated the Qingfeng Mountains above the Heaven's Awakening Realm recently," Saber-toothed Tiger went on.

"Why are you here? Isn't it enough that you’ve ruined the Ling family? Ling Han is already lying inside, his fate unknown, and you still want to make things worse?" Bai Yuehua's lips tightened, her icy expression enough to freeze the air around her.

Meanwhile, Gu Ting continued his pioneering journey, while some people's clans were in utter chaos.

"Are you tired? I made you some coffee—take a break?" Tong Ran frowned and rejected the idea. "No, he’s only just come in. He can’t possibly be tired yet."

Thinking of what Xiao Ling said to her yesterday, and how she had left so quietly, without a trace of regret, she knew that no matter how outstanding his elder brother was, and no matter how much Xiao Ling loved her, being together would not be easy for them.

With that, he gulped down a large mouthful of wine, then tossed the jar at a nearby tree. The jar shattered instantly, and the remaining wine sprayed out, soaking a wide patch of ground.

Hearing the noise, I turned around and saw a stranger, someone neither Liu Jingjing nor I recognized.

Lost in thought, Xia Lan kept propping her chin up, her face adorned with a charming smile. Yet in the next moment, her smile vanished. When she looked at Zhang Fei again, her eyes were filled with curiosity, for she saw drool trickling from Zhang Fei’s mouth—who knows what he was thinking in there.

Deep within the cave, a rare spiritual herb, Ghost Lingzhi, grew. It could be refined into a pill, the Divine Sense Pill, which greatly benefited cultivators in expanding their spiritual perception.

Xia Feng spoke with double meaning, reminding everyone of the tremendous sacrifice the National Guard had made here.

The butler handed her a piece of candy, which Meng Yao hurriedly popped into her mouth. Zhang Lei, meanwhile, sat silently on the sofa in the corner.

The ghost messenger tried to speak, but frost had already sealed his vocal cords and frozen his tongue. He could only maintain that pose, eyes wide with unwillingness, watching himself frozen bit by bit.

Peeling back the edge of a large package, I found it contained sap from that odd tree. Looking at several packs of sap, I couldn’t help but feel pity for the mutated tree.

"Does Chu Qianxun know about your filthy dealings? I’ll expose you!" I glared at Old Chen, biting my lip in anger.

The vengeful spirit had imprisoned Qing Rong completely, even locking his soul, but no longer restricted his speech.

"So, the incident occurred in the East City. That means the main suspect is the army corps," Nangong Jue speculated.