Throwing Someone to the Wolves

Feihong, however, found it difficult to comprehend what her Ninth Aunt had done. If Ninth Aunt truly loved little Yun’er, she could have snatched her back just now without regard for their safety. Although their martial skills were inferior to Ninth Aunt’s, with their help, the chances of success would have been much greater. Granted, such an action could have resulted in casualties, but if Ninth Aunt did not love little Yun’er, then why was she now willing to take such a great risk to follow them?

Anyone who considered Beast King Star a land of riches now felt as if they had been doused with a bucket of icy water. Their bodies and minds shivered, and waves of fear welled up within them.

As he spoke, the demon clan member had already stepped forward, arriving at the side of the teleportation array. He gestured politely for them to proceed, but despite his courteous words, there was no hint of respect in his eyes.

Li Yang was momentarily taken aback, but he did not hesitate to retract the protective armor. His spiritual sense swept across the armor, finding nothing unusual, and he showed a grateful expression.

It was rumored that Shu Qing, the second-in-command of Judgment, and Chen Chen had been at odds for centuries. Overtly, Judgment and the Chen family had clashed more than once. Given that Ban Ming and Shu Qing were like sworn siblings, it was only natural for the Chen family to be hostile toward Ban Ming.

It wasn’t that he didn’t understand these things—he simply didn’t want the world he encountered to be shrouded in darkness, filled with nothing but schemes and calculation.

“Then have him train his troops even harder and annihilate the rebels as soon as possible! When he left the capital, he claimed five thousand elite soldiers would suffice, yet now, with tens of thousands under his command, he’s still been defeated. How dare he speak so carelessly?” Chongzhen’s voice was stern as he rebuked, as though the Zhang Guowei standing before him had become Sun Chuanting in his eyes.

Using his phone, Bao Nishuang borrowed money from every app he could find, then called friends and classmates. In the end, he really did manage to scrape together two million.

“The rebels have retreated!” “General Li is here!” Before long, they heard the joyful shouts of the townspeople within the city, accompanied by the crackle of firecrackers. With the city’s food stores depleted, many had gone hungry for days. Now, knowing the rebels had withdrawn, their joy was profound.

Meanwhile, as Yulan and Yuer prepared to leave, Jiang Jichen gave them a number of top-grade pills and artifacts for self-defense.

As for the other beauty, Su Yunfei, she too wore a veil that concealed her face, so no one could see her true appearance. Yet, Jiang Jichen felt a faint sense of familiarity.

Shen Wuluo did not hesitate; he immediately charged toward the edge of the domain, hoping to break free from its confines.

Huangfu Xiaoyao stared at Long Pingfan in disbelief. In his mind, his third brother must have used some forbidden technique to claim first place in the initial trial. If he were to participate in the third round, it would surely come at an enormous cost.

The crowd was utterly silent, everyone’s attention fixed on the duel between Xiao Qian and Long Er. After all, this was a high-stakes bet.

The Heavenly Demon Curse, also known as the Soul Control Spell, could command a person’s actions, compelling them to do whatever the controller wished.

“I’m so mad! I’m not talking to you anymore!” Li Sihan nearly lost her temper on the spot, having just been teased so mercilessly. She turned her head away in a huff.

Staring after Chen Bairang’s departing figure, Chen Qingyang felt a hollow emptiness within, his eyes filled with confusion, like a child standing at a crossroads, uncertain of which way to go.

Even for someone as strong as he, in such a situation, no matter what happened, there would always be those who wanted to know what was really going on.

This wasn’t just a matter for Qishan—it was part of a citywide directive. As long as nothing went wrong during the process, it had nothing to do with him. As for any consequences that might arise, there was no need for him to worry; as head of the Lianzhou City Enterprise Restructuring Inspection Team, Song Youquan was certain to intervene.

“Ganglie!” Zhu Ganglie, upon seeing his father’s face darkening, immediately got up to leave the dining hall. No one knew his father better than he did. Whenever that expression appeared, trouble was sure to follow. He had only taken a few steps before Master Zhu called him back.