Chapter Eighty-Seven: The Opening of Crescent Moon City

I have to admit, Master Uncle and Xiao Su were unbelievably efficient. On the second day of the Ice River Festival, Ming Shuang really did set out for the City of the Waning Moon with empty hands.

The innkeeper, who had made a tidy profit, forced several jars of wine on Ming Shuang before the three of them left, though in the end those fine drinks were confiscated by Master Uncle.

The great fan meeting for the fraudulent river god was still going to cause trouble for several more days, so the fox brother Xiao Mei had no intention of traveling with them, and the few people in the Wang residence who had no say in the matter had not even received a departure notice.

Ming Shuang always felt that their hastily assembled trio was a little off, but the other two parties acted utterly natural and relaxed. Xiao Su even chatted casually with Master Uncle from time to time.

If it were not for the fact that their topics of conversation...

By then, they would be able to take advantage of the Witch God’s moment of looseness and seize the other cities of the Moon's Peak in one fell swoop.

The old man surnamed Yang nodded. Though he did not want to admit it, it was indeed a genuine recovery pill.

Liu Tao listened in secret admiration and could not help regarding Moon Frost with renewed respect. As expected of a professional, she really was different.

When I heard it, I thought so too. Seeing Dunzi’s mood now, he had settled down a great deal as well. Rather than wasting effort here bickering with those two fools, it would be better to break the formation while we still can.

When Lan He saw that Qi Er had not appeared, disappointment showed on her face. A Jiu turned to look at Qi Yao, only to see him smile mysteriously. Then A Jiu understood somewhat; perhaps with both of Qi Zhenxiao’s parents acting together, their purpose was not merely her coming-of-age ceremony.

"Roar!" A blood-red qilin beast let out a howl that spread across the wilderness, like the descent of an imperial might, vast and overwhelming, as mountains and seas collapsed.

Lin Jiang and his men were a little different from those two. The rules and regulations of the brothers in the lodge were exceedingly strict, preserving the old traditions, old systems, and old customs, and carrying on the very ancient air and habits of the underworld.

If the bitter monk and Yun Juezi had not cast their spell at the time, Luo Rou’s situation would likely not have been any better. And after the forbidden art was imposed on her, although it would damage her body, so long as no violent stimulus roused her old memories, it would not cause her any substantial harm.

After some hesitation, Zhu Pianman finally decided to act. The green light that had covered Mo Lin split apart and turned into more than a hundred strands of emerald brilliance, converging upon the one hundred and eight most vital joints and acupoints in Mo Lin’s body.

There is a very peculiar country in this world, a state within a state. Its territory is entirely surrounded by another country. It is called Vatican City.

A scalding tear fell onto the back of my hand and was instantly chilled by the wind. I turned to look at him and found him staring straight ahead at me, his eyes reddened, not even noticing the puddle in the road, stepping into it and soaking his old canvas shoes through. Had he discovered it? I tried to pull my hand away, but he gripped it tightly.

Her cheeks were flushed, her gaze tender and beseeching. Her hands were hidden behind her back, and no one knew what she was holding. Yet that gesture made her chest lift even higher, giving her the air of one ready to be plucked, arousing boundless fantasies.

"I only feel it a pity that such a beautiful woman should have ornaments of pearls and flowers made with greater delicacy to suit her," Su Ru-hui sighed, then rolled her eyes and smiled.

That was only proper. Su Ru-hui nodded and did not even look closely before telling Nan Zi to take them and accept them, smiling as she agreed.

"Xiao Longwu released this news for one reason only: because of the sect master. Since that is so, then the sect master should go alone to Chao-yuan Prefecture to rescue Mo Xueyan, while the others continue according to the original plan. Perhaps... the sect master himself is thinking the same thing," said Si Tong.

For instance, the bottleneck from the Mystic Spirit realm to the Mystic King realm was, for him now, virtually nonexistent, as fragile as a sheet of paper at a window.

In the Dehui Hall, the noble empress dowager Jiayi leaned beside her seven-year-old fifth imperial son, Gan Pei, while holding Princess Rongshou in her arms. Her expression was bland, giving nothing away.

"So that means the Battle of the Cold Gate... is intended to leave the lower lane to its own devices, letting life and death take care of themselves?" Lin Ling frowned slightly.

The Withered Goose Sword no longer cried out, nor did it release any killing intent. It merely spat out a beam of white light, so brilliant that every speck of dust in the room became visible.

Of course, although everyone’s faces were extremely ugly, because what Dongfang Haoran had just said was not all of it, their hearts had nevertheless been stirred.