Chapter Ninety-Five: Green Child and Memories Past

“I can’t.” The green figure crouching on the ground pressed his forehead to the earth and muttered gloomily, “That group needs an outlet to vent their emotions. If I really saved Young Master Mo, it would be tantamount to offending all the sects involved in this operation. If they only vent their anger on me, that might be bearable, but if they dig deeper to hold someone accountable, where would I place the entire Yu family, numbering over a hundred? How could I face the elders of my clan with any dignity?”

Heng Shu Jun sprang up from the ground, his small body trembling slightly as he cursed, “Absurd! You never even tried. How can you assume the Wang family would blame you? Saving our cousin should be a great achievement, shouldn’t it?”

In fact, when discussing the sky lantern incident, Heng Shu’s emotions were far less restrained than when he was in front of Ming Shuang.

After speaking, he reached out and grabbed Xiao Yashi’s hand. In a flash, he dived straight into the icy deep pool.

“I heard that Master Yan Gong lost the Huaqing Rosemary Sword?” Another figure, Bu Cu, also asked.

Some nearby people began to express admiration, praising how convenient the derivative abilities of earth-element powers were.

It seemed that Cao Cao himself realized, as he had said, that this country indeed needed a man like Liu Bei—and Zhou Yang was exactly such a person.

Li Mu casually took off the Ink Scale Blade from his waist and tossed it to his subordinate, already striding rapidly toward the breeding grounds.

The divine crystal lotus, formed from the dewdrops reflecting the rosy clouds, looked from afar like a wine vessel, its silver body beautiful, the wine inside deep crimson.

“So two gifts equal two demands,” Zhou Yang said as he opened the box with his Iron Tiger Roar Spear, revealing neatly packed silks, vessels, scrolls, and precious items inside.

Xia Yu frowned; he knew Qian Feiyan’s identity. As a princess of the Sunset Empire, her status was on par with his own. He couldn’t do anything to her, nor did he need to show any goodwill. Yet, thinking of maintaining a good image in front of Mo Li, he held back his irritation.

On the wall, a gap several dozen meters long remained, as if someone had cut through it with a massive electric saw.

This time, the Blood Blade’s target was Mu Ziyang. The moment he landed, he punched Mu Ziyang’s skull to bits, then proceeded to massacre the special forces.

Sir Wiley extended his neck, and all the villagers’ gazes turned toward Leo.

Fan Zhuoren’s mind raced for a moment before belatedly realizing: this Master Zhi Feng was likely warning him, telling him that Su Jianxing was the person he favored and must not be neglected.

Alright then, Su Jianxing naturally understood the principle of not pursuing a defeated enemy too far. Seeing Qu Gufeng had already guaranteed safety, he stopped fussing, clapped his hands, and let it go.

However, in the end, Ji Qingrou certainly did not choose the pair Ji Zhichu had selected; instead, she picked the most expensive couple in the entire store.

In an instant, the storm of hammer blows rose, fists rampaging, tearing the entire tavern and the surrounding hill to pieces. The two fought as they flew toward the outskirts, leaving the tavern owner hiding in a street corner, tears streaming down his face.

A sorcerer tried to escape in the chaos. He happened to see Carlo hiding and eagerly sought his help. Unexpectedly, Carlo not only refused to save him but also called Kane, who decisively captured the fleeing man. Before dying, the sorcerer’s confused gaze lingered on Carlo—the former comrade who had betrayed him.

When Penny Parker used the stabilized laser beam to finish welding the last metallic part, she finally nodded in satisfaction.

The old man never carried a dimensional pouch; one reason was that he possessed a divine technique to open pocket spaces, and another was that Li Ziran’s pouch contained all their daily necessities.

At this moment, the true mysterious guest was inside the Gemini Tower, within a secret chamber.

One moment it was Wu Junye’s nauseating face; the next, scenes from high school appeared—sweet moments with Mu Shaoqing; then the image shifted again, showing Mu Shaoqing’s cold, disdainful gaze, with Ji Qingrou’s triumphant smile beside him.

At that instant, the ground shook violently, screams pierced the air, and vast sections of earth shattered. Blood and severed limbs were scattered across the ground.

“Of course we’re going! Our goal here is to watch over Wanyan Tu. Now that he’s given us the chance ourselves, how could we possibly let it slip?” Hua Qingyi, regaining her senses, smiled at Ai Xianger and Liu Yunqing as she spoke.