Chapter 141 Love Letter
The next morning, Gu Zhuo had only just opened her eyes when she moved and touched something beside her pillow.
She focused her gaze. It was a letter.
A line had been written across the envelope in a familiar hand:
October 15, 1973—Thank you for coming into my life.
Ever since they had become engaged, Xie Lin had enjoyed writing to Gu Zhuo—or, more precisely, writing her love letters. He had a particularly distinctive habit: he would write the date, followed by a title.
—Don’t.
The phantom radiated overwhelming baleful energy and oppressive force from every direction, causing the nine people charging toward it to stop breathing in unison. An involuntary shudder of fear rose within them.
It had never done anything like this before, believing that such behavior would compromise its dignity. But today, Sen Qing was suddenly overcome by the feeling that someone was coveting its territory.
He was so captivated by the strange chill in the pool that he failed to notice how the burned portion of his left hand was slowly recovering as it soaked in the water. The energy restoring his hand was not his own magical power, but something that came from within the pool.
Even so, seeing the younger sister they cherished being despised and looked down upon by her future mother-in-law left him extremely displeased.
His words were flawless. In effect, he had given Ye Zhiyu some consideration by postponing the matter for a day, while simultaneously rejecting her proposal.
It was Jiang Xuanzong. His face wore a gentle smile as he walked toward Xin Andong step by step. Sunlight spilled over his broad shoulders, seeming to cast a warm, soothing radiance around him.
At the remaining half of Qingqing Hot Spring, Wang Teng found a clean spot and finally learned the whole story.
In this empty space, the concepts of time and distance scarcely existed. Zhai Liu seemed to be gaining an ever deeper understanding of this “reality” simulated through massive calculations. With only one step, he once again caught up with the second personality.
When Mu Rong Ye had sold ferocious beasts and encountered the transvestite stall owner, he had been disguised. Now, not only was his figure different, but he was also wearing a silver-white mask. The two identities should have been nearly impossible to connect.
Liu Ying and the others possessed realms but little actual cultivation. They might not even have been able to defeat someone one realm below them, let alone someone at the same level. But if they could all break through into the Tribulation Transcendence Realm, cultivators below the Void Refinement Realm would no longer be able to injure them, and Su Chi would be far less worried.
“That’s good, then. Let Senior Sister come along too. They’re all businesses owned by our own family, after all. We couldn’t ask for anything better than to have her help.” Lin Zhuo soothed Ke’er’s raised lips with a glance and agreed on the spot.
“Bastard! Get out! My palace has no place for a spineless worm like you!” Ruan Chengzhu flew into a rage and kicked the commander of the Imperial Guard in the shoulder. The man’s bones were so hard that the force rebounded, sending Ruan Chengzhu flying backward until he landed on the ground in a sitting position.
Yang Jing had already planned how he would clear his name after returning to Mayolis—and how he would teach Meng Luo a severe lesson.
The killing intent had grown even more ferocious. If he had merely resolved to kill Wang Kai before, then now he was determined to kill him at all costs.
Such an aura could only be forged on the battlefield. How could the soldiers of the Zhan family, who lived in comfort outside the beast-fighting arena, possibly possess it? No matter how high their realms, how could they compare with soldiers who had endured countless battles and killings?
At that moment, Mu Ningyou burst out of the bamboo building. Beneath it, Bai Suxu held the Golden Moon Dagger, while Night Consort carried the short blade she had forged herself. She had already joined Xia Shui. Around the camp, the disciples of the Witch Doctor Sect had also begun exchanging gunfire with Zhamu’s men.
In fact, as more people took up alchemy, some alchemy furnaces of inferior quality had begun appearing on the market. If one was not careful, it was easy to be deceived and spend a great deal of money on an ordinary furnace.
Looking toward the other areas, there were also quite a number of people dressed in this style.