Chapter Ninety-One: The Future Direction of the First-Class Demon-Hunting Squad at the Soldier Rank

After leaving the Knight Temple trial grounds, they saw a huge carriage waiting for them.

It was three meters wide and well over five or six meters long, drawn by eight fine horses and driven by two coachmen.

The temple alliance treated newly formed demon-hunting squads very well.

Just as the group was about to board the carriage, a young girl came running from not far away.

She looked to be seventeen or eighteen years old, with a slender figure—

He had spent many years in public security and knew that at times like this, one had to remain calm, even to the point of appearing outrageously arrogant, so as to overawe the person interrogating him.

Above the city walls, seeing the bandits driven off and the crisis averted, many soldiers cheered aloud; even some of the defending commanders showed rare smiles.

That was tactics: speak reason only when you wish to; when you do not, even another word is a loss, leaving the other side no opening at all.

Because the law was so strict, the materials used to make weapons were tightly controlled, making it impossible to forge firearms that could threaten martial artists. Thus, some people turned their eyes to crossbows.

As a result, an already impoverished family was crushed even further, and Zhuo Fei’s situation grew more difficult still, to the point that the internet seemed united in calling for her head.

“Ahem, it was just a coincidence. I used to joke around and help him read his face.” Shi Er’er gave an awkward but polite smile.

A long time passed, yet the door did not open. Instead, there came a faint hissing sound from beyond it.

He was so furious that he reached out to snatch Zhu Xinyue’s phone, but Zhu Xinyue slapped him away two meters with a backhand blow, then grabbed the red wine glass on the table and splashed it at him.

If Song Zhang was a heretic born of resentment and fear after a miserable death, then perhaps the fear of others was the source of his strength.

In his eyes, everything was important work. He only hated that he had not grown three heads and six arms; otherwise, he would have sorted each and every matter out one by one.

Zhang Bailing casually picked up the cigarette case, drew out a cigarette, placed it between his lips, lit it, and only then spoke at an unhurried pace.

“Li Yao, how many tasks did I complete just now?” Night Burial asked the system’s Li Yao in boredom.

Mo Yu cast him a cold glance, and the man immediately dared say no more. Dozens of large ships turned around and slowly sailed out from the mouth of the fjord, disappearing into the thick mist over the sea.

As he spoke, he secretly summoned flames to protect Zhan Zhao, then took Yue Tianlin with him and used teleportation to arrive directly at the Azure Forest of the Elven Clan.

Only, to do something so cruel to the heart, Yu Jinming truly could not bring himself to do it. Nor did he believe that the once highly trusted commander under the prince could ever have committed such a treacherous act.

“Alas, the main thing is that Agu is special. She is very kind to our villagers and deeply loved by them, and her constitution is fine, so everyone feels at ease. But...” Yang Xiu said this much and then did not wish to continue.

Three long years passed, and the candlelight in Moonlight Palace still burned on, through a thousand cycles of day and night. Countless longings and torments—only the ancient painting on the wall could bear witness to them.

Just as she was about to speak, a sharp crack sounded, and a heavy slap had already landed across her face.

Summer rains in Mist City always lasted for a stretch of time, with overcast skies, thunder and lightning, and slaughter racing through the storm, thrilling and terrifying. This year’s first summer rain fell for an entire night.

“Madam Huo, you will have to endure a night in this humble place.” From the moment he first saw Lu Xianger, Ju Chenshi had worn a smile on his face, as though he were always fully assured of himself in everything. This only made Lu Xianger all the more wary of him, so she watched her every word and deed with constant vigilance.

Chen Yu’s expression also grew darker and darker. Still, he had to obey his father’s words; after all, the full authority of the Chen Group was still in his old man’s hands. He himself had not even fully taken control of the Green Snake Gang, let alone the Chen Group.

Deliberately covering her face as she yawned, Danxin lifted a hand to gather up her black hair, lay down again in her clothes upon the couch, and turned onto her side with her back to the doorway.