Chapter 42: Another Nightmare

The last thing she heard was Jiang Li’s urgent call.
"My lady, my lady—"
It was over. The poison had flared up again, and that scoundrel was surely about to resort to his usual methods to detoxify her...
Nanyan sank once more into a surreal and bizarre dreamscape.
She could never remember these strange dreams, until the grief-stricken face of the Old Duke appeared within them.
"Grandfather..."
For some reason, the dream seemed veiled in a layer of gauze this time, somewhat blurred.
"Holy crap! You—your arm is healed?" The young man in the windbreaker noticed his arm, which could now bend freely and move with complete ease.
Fede said nothing. Although his understanding of the power of the Saint Realm was limited, he knew enough to grasp its immense magnitude.
Entering the villa, the group worked together to move the three beds into the master bedroom, the largest in the house, before ushering Chen Hao inside.
While Li Han’s mother’s fate remained unknown, they were still there, kicking a man when he was down, merely to mask the embarrassment of their own cowardice.
From the VIP seats, following the gazes of the crowd, Zhou Yurou and Chu Qinghan saw Jiang Fan and immediately beamed with smiles.
If he were truly driven to his death by Huangfu Yun, it would inevitably brand the new emperor with the mark of injustice and cruelty.
Their Guild Master, rumored to be the creator of the Great Gun God System, was considered a god-like existence. Yet, even the members of the guild knew nothing of the specifics; to them, the Master’s identity remained a secret, and the highest level they could ever reach was the trio of Elders.
Under this sword strike, his Heavenly Heart Palm was instantly eclipsed, stripped of all power, as insignificant as a firefly before the moon, or a pebble beside a pearl.
The entire world had undergone a cataclysmic transformation ever since the consciousness within the Nine Nether Glutton Armor found a host.
Ya glared. "Don't give me that cheeky grin, be serious! What about her? What about them?" If he dared to harbor any thought of enjoying the company of multiple women, she would not hesitate to unleash a poison that would leave his entire tribe barren of even a blade of grass.
Li Xixi remembered that in her past life, she had seen a peerless immortal painting at an auction, its value beyond measure. It was considered peerless because it was the most magnificent masterpiece of a grandmaster painter.
"Fourth Uncle, you say these mountain beasts are here to eat people; places where humans used to live have turned into their playgrounds. People have to burn incense to worship them, and they don't even dare call them wolves, having to address them as 'Third Master Zhang' instead."
Those three thousand-foot-tall shadows stood between heaven and earth as if eternal, like guardian deities, evoking a profound sense of peace.
At that moment, he felt he needed someone to keep him in check, or he might truly begin to devour people. Thus, while pursuing the remnants of Feng Zhanhai and Gong Changhai, he moved westward, drawing closer to his own brigade. On the afternoon of February 28th, he arrived at Majiawan at the Nanha-la intersection to set up camp.
Ye Feng was overjoyed; in truth, the soldiers recruited this time would all be under his direct command.
The only force capable of rivaling the Divine Strategy Army was the Dai Army. Puzhou was only a few hundred miles from Chang'an; at this point, it was a race against time.
For an ADC to be so arrogant before a top-laner, especially one of the same level, was madness; if the opposing jungler arrived, they could easily coordinate with the top-laner to secure the kill.
His three sons, Chu Qiu, Chu Lun, and Chu Wansan, primarily managed the back mountain estate. Wanghu Manor was temporarily under the stewardship of his second uncle, Chu Jinsan; all labor, including Chang Huo and Yue Gong, was assigned by him.
Furthermore, the gentle big brother was not only handsome but also spoke with a pleasant voice. If they didn't understand something, he would explain it again with immense patience.
"Tens of thousands of people might go to war to seize the Red Lotus Hell." Morning Star recalled the various factions surrounding the chaotic grave slope; some areas were packed with people, and if a battle broke out, the numbers would likely only continue to grow.