Chapter 72: Displaced Love

The person opposite seemed somewhat surprised, but did not pursue the reason, instead explaining everything he knew to Gu Hansheng in detail. Gu Hansheng’s heart gradually sank, and as the explanation was nearly finished, the other party asked in puzzlement, “Why are you suddenly asking about this? And bowing your head to me because of it—this is unlike you.”

“I…” Gu Hansheng hesitated, unsure how to respond. He did not wish for others to know.

The skinny mouse standing beside him gave no reply, rolling its eyes and leaning calmly against the wall. Illusory within the real, real within the illusory—like a dream, like a mirage, with hidden mysteries. Xiao Yuyin took out the jade flute she had kept close to her chest, opened her eyes, and prepared to forge ahead.

Fide could also see it was a long spear; the shaft was pitch black, and the tip was wrapped in cloth, but the shape beneath clearly belonged to an ordinary spearhead.

After today, many experts would surely begin studying the “Theory of Coordinated Movement Recovery,” and the “ISS Restorer” had been created precisely according to this theory.

Ye Wei comforted herself: the arrival of this flashy car at her doorstep meant that a certain flamboyant man had returned, and his return signaled the coming of her nightmare.

Zhao Siqi, seeing the boy ignore her, gently placed her business card on the table. She took out all the cash from her wallet and set it down as well.

“Li Meng, traitor! You are out of strength now—why do you not kneel and beg for surrender?” Zhu Jun spotted Li Meng’s command tent from afar, charged in with his troops, and saw Li Meng emerge in armor. He immediately spurred his horse forward.

A short sword pierced his chest. Zhang Yun’s eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at Sun Ce.

“Brother, look at this.” Not far away, Nalan Chuchu held a bamboo dragonfly in her hand, smiling happily.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Lu’s absurd proposal was unanimously endorsed—as if people in the heartland could not even afford tea eggs.

Afterward, the guard directly escorted the Emperor of the Golden Phoenix Kingdom into the sleeping chambers where the Emperor of the Great Dian Kingdom resided.

Especially those in the Mingyue Palace—their hearts tightened with every scream. They dared not breathe, their bodies trembled, and their faces were filled with nothing but terror. Everyone felt as if they were suffering in hell.

She seemed like a demon emerging from hell—sinister and terrifying, her voice cold and merciless. She struck fear into every heart, as if all were trapped in a dark, icy cellar, their bodies chilled, their blood frozen by the cold that emanated from her.

“This is the form of the blade from the Immortal-Slaying Sword of Penglai! Once I solidify it, I’ll have the power to challenge those above my level!” Zhang Sanfeng thought, exerting all his mental power, pouring his essence and spirit into it.

“A month ago, Second Master and Li Zhiyao were in danger, falling from Xuanyan into the gorge—thus they arrived at Peach Blossom Spring.” Xuanyan was stunned upon hearing this. “Second Master? Where is he now?” Xuanyan had not expected that Xuan Shitian would be there too; he had been searching for his younger brother for a long time.

Though the three had not seen each other for over half a year, their conversation flowed as if they were old friends—reunited after a long separation.

But they believed their mistress must have a reason for arranging things this way, so their only task was to follow through.

The carp demon hid outside the window, one fish eye peering into the room, then slowly withdrew its head.

Moreover, she didn’t have to confront Wei Du head-on to deal with him; besides force, she could use cunning. Yet now, she had little time left to devise a strategy. She had to go to the Scarlet Sea, no matter what, and rescue Wei Yiyang first. She owed him this.