Chapter Fifty-Five: No, Those Are Their Spoils of War-Depois de ouvir pensamentos, a protagonista usada como ferramenta enlouqueceu(Quarenta e sete noites ao crepúsculo)

"I suppose you must be here; I just came to see how the preparations were going."
[So she knew Xiao Tangyuan was here—that’s why she brought me straight along.]
Could this be the bond between them?
Jiang Zao felt as if he had suddenly understood.

"Aye, I heard from Zao Zao that you two know each other, so I took the initiative to bring you here," Ji Chengge said to her before stepping aside to reveal Jiang Zao, who smiled and greeted them.

"Hi, Xiao Tangyuan, we—"

But Taowu veered off course, whether intentionally or not, heading toward Yiling. Yiling sat still, expression unchanged, watching Taowu cautiously. Her eyes were sharp and bright; if Taowu dared to offend even slightly, she would not hesitate to respond harshly, regardless of any ties with Yiyao.

"If you don’t want others to know, then don’t do it yourself..." Qiong Chan threw down the wine jar in her hand, glaring sharply at You Yan.

Chu Jiao lifted the curtain and was about to leave but suddenly turned back, smiling at Yingchun: "The lady’s dowry has truly opened my eyes." Saying this, she covered her mouth with a smile and left.

With his powerful dragon-like physique combined with dragon martial arts, he still couldn’t overcome Ning Jiang. Instead, he was injured by Ning Jiang’s fists, which struck a blow to his pride, leaving him filled with a sense of trampled indignation.

The situation shifted repeatedly, and for a moment, everyone present remained still. Then, a new change arose: from afar came the sound of an ancient Buddhist chant, and with it, a monk appeared, accompanied by another.

Moreover, they planned to venture out of the Western Regions’ snowy mountains together to face the danger, leaving the dispute over the Snow Lotus for later.

"Principal!" Before Lin Fei and Yuan Yuxi could respond, Chen Yi took the lead, respectfully addressing Principal Zhu.

"The children, he is insulting your mother!" Tiamat’s fury boiled over. She glanced around, summoning the cannon fodder.

Of course, after the city lord’s mansion was sold, a luxurious mansion sprang up almost overnight in the southern part of the city, with three golden characters gleaming atop: "City Lord’s Mansion." Passersby scratched their heads, puzzled as to why there was another city lord’s mansion here—what about the one in the city center?

Having defeated seven malevolent ghosts, one gained considerable merit, even several times more than when guiding ordinary souls to peace.

Jiang Yan recounted this with frustration, pinching her brow. Finally, her composed demeanor gave way to exhaustion, her shoulders sagging. The director and screenwriter had disappeared three days ago, both at the same time—this seemed to be the root of the problem.

I gazed at the Bodhi tree, its massive roots exposed above the ground. For some reason, I felt a profound, mysterious energy emanating from it. Could this truly be just a tree?

When I returned to the dormitory around nine, I opened the door and found an unexpected person waiting inside.

I didn’t know why, but as days passed, an ominous premonition grew stronger in my heart. One night, I dreamed of Mimi again.

Others might not notice, but she could see—these people all had blood on their hands, radiating a deadly aura from within.

I closed my eyes; a dull pain throbbed in my chest. I knew this was not reality but an illusion. Suddenly, a piercing, mournful howl shattered my eardrums. My whole body trembled as consciousness returned. Opening my eyes, all was pitch black—I had no idea where I was. After a moment, I realized I hadn’t escaped but was still inside the stone chamber.

Despair, helplessness—only a dull-edged sword remained. Though it was a brand-new Twin Sword, it held no power for battle. What use was it to me now?

Watching those standing before Qin Tian like helpless piglets, motionless, allowing Qin Tian the butcher to raise his cleaver and slaughter them—the warrior on the ground, filled with hatred, stared at Qin Tian in shock. After a long while, he shouted furiously at Qin Tian, trembling with terror.