Chapter 32: You Have Gone Too Far

After lunch, Hua Ning returned to her room to rest. Su Qiuxin carried a wooden basin filled with the clothes that Hua Pozi had changed out of and headed toward the river by the village.

“Qiuxin is here? Come over here quickly!” Zhang Lianyun, who was on good terms with Su Qiuxin, called out with a smile.

Su Qiuxin smiled and nodded, carrying the basin as she walked over.

“Sister-in-law,” she greeted.

Zhang Lianyun’s husband, Li Qingguo, was of the same clan and generation as the team leader.

Just after Hua Ling finished speaking, a third voice interrupted. Turning around, it was Zhao Xin, who had previously been poisoned by the flower venom. Now, he no longer appeared mad but looked completely normal.

“Speechless…” The call of Si Mengmeng lingered in the ear, but Zhao Xin was stunned by everything before him.

As Xiao Yi focused his hearing, the whistling sound of the wind blowing through the cave entrance suddenly grew louder.

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Wang Cheng’en had no choice but to write another memorial to the emperor on the spot. When Zhang Chu saw it and was satisfied, he promised the emperor would definitely approve it, so Zhang Chu no longer mentioned withdrawing the troops.

Whether loving or being loved, moderation was key. Once boundaries were crossed and obsession took hold, everything changed its nature.

“In that case, the novice monk takes his leave. May the benefactors stay a while longer,” the novice monk bowed with a Buddhist salute, then turned and hurried away.

Long Jinfeng’s right fist thundered forward, unleashing a fierce golden dragon stretching six thousand zhang. With terrifying power drawn from heaven and earth, it ferociously attacked the Dragon Sword’s aura.

Le Yiyang’s lips twitched slightly, white smoke rising from his back. After an hour passed, black blood seeped from the wound on his left arm, flowing all the way to his fingertips. At this moment, Le Yiyang’s complexion brightened a bit, and his body temperature gradually returned.

The undead flying dragon spewed deathly energy from its decayed parts but quickly restored itself. Meanwhile, the undead fishman was still sensing whether the iron-blooded aura had truly vanished.

The azure flood dragon flicked its tail indifferently, the sharp slap resounding against the white giant wolf as it bit off a fragment of a golden pill.

After bidding farewell, Ya Dong’s eyes brimmed with tears as he turned away fiercely. With a heavy stomp, his body soared over ten meters into the air, tracing an arc before gently landing atop the white porcelain bottle.

“Heh heh,” suddenly, Gui Li’s face twisted into a sinister grin. A yellow light slowly enveloped his hands, intensifying until it formed an immensely powerful fist energy.

The past few months of hard work had nearly exhausted Long Kun and Hong Mei. Following Long Kun’s advice, they slightly adjusted the production volume of the wine.

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The lake was deep here, concealing the underwater scene. Han Xiao slowly reeled in the fishing line, watching the float being drawn toward the center of the lake, then gently guided it to stroll along the lake’s edge.

Stepping into the grand hall, its decoration was truly magnificent. The hall was as large as a basketball court, with furniture arranged in a very practical manner. Upstairs was a row of bedrooms.

“Shi Rou, come give it a spray,” Han Xiao said with a smile after hanging up the phone, turning to Gao Shirou.

“Your Majesty, you will surely survive!” Zong Lingshan said so from the distant Lost Soul Sea.

Wang Feng’s physique was truly remarkable. Just moments ago, he had been beaten to the brink of death, yet after the doctor finished bandaging him, not much time passed before Wang Feng spoke as if nothing had happened and was even able to move around.

Seeing Baili Tu leap and spin, dodging the punch attack, it was clear that if this strike missed, Baili Tu would counterattack. Hastily, he took two steps back to avoid the follow-up.

He deeply remembered last year when, braving the wind and snow in the fields cutting corn stalks, the third brother Long Kun and the others were inside, happily playing cards and enjoying themselves.

He blinked, thinking he might be overanalyzing. A fourth-rank monster’s power far surpassed that of a third-rank fierce ghost. It must have taken tremendous time and effort to evolve from a fierce ghost to a monster. Such a being—how could it ever be disheartened?