Chapter 73: An Old Acquaintance

When it came to treating Cheng Ying-shuang, Gu Zhuo truly had confidence. After all, in her previous life, she had treated more than a hundred similar cases. To her, the greatest significance lay in obtaining the medicinal ingredients needed for Xie Lin’s treatment through this endeavor.

That evening, Gu Zhuo had just finished wiping Xie Lin’s body when Yinyin, nibbling at the fragrant melon Gu Zhuo had purchased, asked, “Mom, when are we going home?” She had asked the same question yesterday. Gu Zhuo understood then that the child—

It was programmed to kill John Connor and others, to ensure Skynet’s survival, and so it had no intention of tangling further with Huang Chao. As it flew out, it executed another astonishing maneuver, turning its back to Huang Chao, and upon landing, it sprinted away with powerful strides, leaving shattered footprints on the ground.

It seemed that another bloody storm was about to erupt within the NK family; Nangong Ao was about to oppose Bai Ya completely, and a price would inevitably be paid for this confrontation. As if passing through a veil, Fu Yu’s body trembled slightly, and his gaze sharpened. The place was saturated with spiritual energy, at least ten times denser than usual.

Chu Ge’s spear moved, launching a deadly assault; countless spear blooms burst forth, targeting the creature’s vital points, rivaling Long Zaitian in ferocity.

His father had never given him explicit instructions, but upon returning home, he sent a letter to Gong Dongning and asked him whether he had the confidence to pass the trial. Clearly, he was certain that Gong Dongning could be directed.

Inside the main tent of the Xiling army, Lei Tengfeng examined the wound on his arm and frowned. “I didn’t expect Nan Hou and Murong Shen to be such formidable fighters.” Today’s brutal battle left not only Murong Shen injured, but even Lei Tengfeng had sustained a minor wound amidst the chaos. However, it was nothing serious.

“No need, I know you. Last time, you and Mr. Zhong attended our social gathering together. Besides, seeing Yuhao so happy puts me at ease.” Xiao Yiran smiled and gently stroked Yuhao’s damp hair.

At that moment, the light of deduction flickered in Mu Xifeng’s eyes as he analyzed the surrounding scenery and aura. Gradually, a vivid and lifelike scene unfolded in his mind.

“Since you’ve already chosen, there’s nothing more to consider about whether it’s worthwhile.” Han Mingyue replied calmly, cupping his hands to Ye Li before turning away, allowing the guards to escort him.

Apart from labor and seed expenses, there were no other significant outlays. Given another year for the crops in the compound to enter full circulation, the economic situation of the estate would greatly improve.

Receiving the guitar from Jung Yong-hwa, Long Zhiyan met the attentive gazes of Xu Joo-hyun, Kim Tae-yeon, and Jung Yong-hwa in turn.

Those who cared about Tang Chuan, and those whom he cared for, fell one after another under the blade of the god of fate. The young necromancer, surrounded by souls from hell, was slowly lifted onto an invisible throne of bones.

She was so frightened that she jerked backward, the chair scraping the floor with a piercing sound, like the last moan of someone dying in the silence of the room.

Liu Xiaoyu kissed Jiaxin’s lips tenderly, nodded gently, and said, “I understand, Xiner.” Such a simple phrase moved Lin Jiaxin deeply.

Wei Yang’s disregard for him infuriated him. He could not forget this dragon—the hateful dragon had once humiliated him, and had humiliated Lord Wusi. But these were not the most important issues. The greatest problem was this: the dragon was the object of Bing You’s affection. Therefore, it must die.

“Heh, so now you know how to reprimand others?” Goodrio looked at the youth who was becoming more and more like him in every aspect, feeling content.

A powerful aura unfurled, but Wei Yang was not the least bit afraid. Ridiculous—he wasn’t even intimidated by his father’s dragon might, so why would he fear these two humans, who were vastly inferior to Arak?