Chapter 62: Prince Jin Feels Jealous

A sudden gust of wind swept through the plum blossom grove.

The pungent aroma of realgar wine drifted away on the gale, scorching the Gu insects on the altar into a charred and fishy stench.

Zhao Xue'er dropped all pretense. Her fingernails grew wildly into blade-like claws, and a Gu serpent formed from a mist of blood hissed as it lunged straight for Chu Hanxiao’s heart. "Without the Soul-Locking Nail, did you really think this sovereign couldn't take the Phoenix blood?"

"A-Qi's blood—is that something worthy of the likes of you?"

Chu Hanxiao suddenly snapped his eyes open. His gaze was crystal clear, and the internal energy in his palms surged like a tidal wave.

Although Ribs and Hu Li looked rather unsightly, they were still much better-looking than Long Kun. Moreover, sitting there, they managed to put on a somewhat human facade, which successfully fooled Yang Yilin.

Ignoring Qin Jian's sighs over in the next room, Shangguan Fei went to his own adjoining room, but he did not go to sleep right away.

Wearing a black basketball jersey, the player with the number twelve was currently dribbling the ball, slowly moving toward the perimeter of Dongshi Yifang. Meng Tian, already feeling irritated by the earlier foul, immediately stepped in front of number twelve, intending to block the ball and wash away his past humiliation.

Bradley brought out a stack of tobacco leaves and laid them flat under the sun to dry. Though he didn't know how to make cigars, he could practice on his own for now. Sitting in the shade, he watched the tobacco leaves drying in the sunlight while leaning against Xiaoyue. Bradley dried the leaves until they were semi-dry, selected a proper amount to store, and left the rest to continue drying.

"Zhuo Nan, this is no joking matter. Why would you do such a thing?" Chang Xiong hurriedly asked.

After the bell finished tolling, it was unclear who started it first, but every single soldier present raised the weapons in their hands and let out an enthusiastic, thunderous cheer. It infected even the city gates with palpable excitement, as the crowd passionately waved their fists and joined the soldiers in celebration.

Wei Yan hesitated as she raised her arm and brought it close to sniff. Sure enough, the overpowering stench nearly caused her to faint. How had Puyuzi, with his severe germophobia, managed to endure this over the past two days?

After finally snapping out of her trance, Jian Zhu once again caught sight of that familiar, somewhat forlorn and lonely figure—a back that exuded an unrivaled sense of safety.

" Artistic conception!" Xintian withstood all these attacks, but his heart was faintly shaken by his opponent.

"Let go!" Shaka felt his wrist loosen, and he finally broke free from Lin Yong's wolf-like fangs. This was the only time he had ever been injured by human physical strength! Knowing he was on unfamiliar ground, a sliver of fear arose in him. Yet, this terror was infinitely magnified by Lin Yong's blood-spitting roar that followed.

Swish! Two broad, giant wings spread wide and free, and a tall angelic shadow appeared at the stairwell. His hair hung loosely over his shoulders, his face was covered in a thick stubble, and his clothing was extremely simple. At this moment, his appearance resembled even more that of the Holy Son Jesus.

"Then do we have any way out of this now? Or should we say, once that fellow comes out, we can have a proper talk with him?" Old Monster He probed tentatively.

"You're so wicked!" With a coy reproach, Li Yanran darted far away, got down from the hospital bed, and began to tidy up the messy room. Earlier, she had only intended to playfully tease Chen Xu, never expecting that he would become increasingly bold. Yet, this also secretly pleased her heart.

"No, I've already locked onto the auras of these four people. Their demonic energy is so distinct that we won't lose their trail," Su Huai said.

Fang Jin nodded slightly, though the vexation in his heart did not abate. While what Su Huai said made sense, leaving him to do nothing always left him feeling a bit uneasy.

Before long, the beastly leopard could no longer restrain itself. Breaking the stalemate, it sprang through the air directly toward Lin Feng.

It was already the dead of night. Before Dongzi and Lu Yao were empty wine bottles—some lying on the ground, some standing on the table, and others by their feet, clinking softly at the slightest movement.

He knelt on the ground, covering his eyes with his hands, and with a fierce tear from his right hand, ripped the gauze right off his eyes! Pale red tears continuously streamed from both of his eyes.

Master Cao, whose given name was Cao Bao, was secretly called "Good-for-Nothing" by those in the shadows. It was only because he shared a distant kinship with the Cao family that he had been trusted with an important position.