Chapter 103: The Sense of Security Gu Hansheng Gave

Shi Yi’s pupils suddenly contracted, and she struggled desperately, panicking as she drove her elbow hard into the intruder’s stomach.

“Ouch!”

With a yelp, the person doubled over, and Shi Yi abruptly froze.

“It’s me! Don’t panic. I saw your flashlight waving from far away and rushed over. Keep quiet.”

Gu Hansheng’s voice was like a powerful sedative, injected straight into her wildly pounding heart.

Han Bin’s voice rang loudly, and with the door half open, everyone outside could hear every word clearly.

Yet unexpectedly, Han Xiang didn’t retaliate but deftly dodged Han Yunxi’s attack.

“I just wonder where that guy went?” Xuan Tian murmured, his eyes growing somewhat lost.

“This has nothing to do with me!” Guan Xin interrupted in a low voice, her tone laden with mockery. She was clearly angry.

When Han Bin saw Dugu Ming, he had the same intention, but after secretly observing the others around, he realized these cultivators were all top-tier fifth-level Divine Badge experts. Among them, six exuded a sense of danger. Because of this, Han Bin felt these six were anything but ordinary; if a fight truly broke out, he might not be their match.

She remembered saying: “Divine statue, you must possess a spirit, right? Otherwise, the elves wouldn’t have revered you so. Who are you, really?”

“I’m sorry,” Guan Xin said sincerely, looking at him, her hand clutching the hem of her dress trembling slightly.

Yet, though errors may be forgiven, guilt is an indelible scar—irremediable, and no one can erase it.

Guan Xin coughed gently, casting a reproachful glare at Qiao Ying beside her. This question was rather sensitive—at least, it shouldn’t be asked on a first meeting.

Zhao Lingling asked for Wu Xian’s phone number and tucked it away, then handed him a check for one hundred thousand yuan.

The show-off monster, unable to gain leverage in midair or twist its body, was struck aside by Mo Yang and sent crashing into a deep sleep pod.

This provided Zhao Ziqian with excellent cover; she managed to slip inside effortlessly, moving like a shadow among the crowd.

It was precisely because Zhou Yu’s captured soldiers returned that he could keep pace in recruiting and training, enabling him to lead his troops in attacking Jiaozhou.

Mo Xing called over the people from Wumei Peak, handing one to each of Su Xin, Chi Hongyu, and Lu Fei. His generosity made everyone nearby green with envy, itching to snatch them away.

Over the past twenty years, the Demon Sect had endured two generations of leaders—Nangong Po, obsessed with martial arts and indifferent to sect affairs, and Gongsun Ba, whose ambition was boundless and whose only desire was dominance. Neither ever cared for the lives of their brethren, leaving the Demon Sect fractured, with everyone looking out for themselves.

With a wave of his billowing sleeve, Xie Yangtian sent a cloud of black mist swirling out, sweeping up Wang Ya, Luo Fei, and the old man, then flying into the distance. Feng Lianzi arched a brow and said, “We’ll let you go this time!” Li Hanzi and Xiao Lei also walked over, gazing skyward as Xie Yangtian and his group vanished without a trace.

After Cheng Xin left the army, he forbade Commander Liu from addressing him by his former rank. Commander Liu had no choice but to respectfully call him “Sir.”

Since Yang Guanxing entered college, he’d offended Jin Dapeng during a basketball game, prompting Jin Dapeng to make trouble for him at every turn. Today, as soon as Yang Guanxing and Yun Xueyan entered campus, Jin Dapeng received an inside report from one of his cronies.

Liu Bao’s main purpose in doing this was to prevent Husha from losing balance and falling. If that happened, Liu Bao’s saber might not strike its intended target, while Husha, having regained his balance, looked at the spear with a hint of confusion.