Chapter 58: A Treacherous Blow from the Shadows

“If that’s the case, why didn’t you stop them? No one will come out unscathed once they’re involved with these people.”
My face grew even paler, but I didn’t know what to do.
“Boss Li’s background is far too complicated. He knows people everywhere—spending a little money to bring in a tattoo master isn’t difficult for him. But I can’t just stand by and watch the people of Lijiazhuang be humiliated...”
The snow crunched beneath my feet. Not far away, a yellow school bus was parked on the side of the road.
That child, with thick brows, bright eyes, and fair, delicate skin, looked like a ginseng doll that had come to life—truly lovable and pitiful.
“Your umbrella—I forgot to bring it. Next time, Yan Mo will return it to you.” Feng Ling nodded slightly at Qin Yu, her expression distant.
Even though the Flame Serpent was badly wounded, subduing it entirely would be no easy feat—its desperate counterattack would be enough to make Liuguang suffer.
As these thoughts ran through my mind, streams of vital energy surged from within me, continuously channeling into the center of the arrow. The arrow’s power grew ever stronger, until, to avoid injury, Liuguang was forced to use his left hand as well to keep the arrow from advancing further.
“You! Meeting the Third Prince is your great fortune—a blessing you earned in your past life!” the man growled.
“Why? Why would he do such a thing?” Old Tian clutched his hair, utterly tormented.
An Ning’s heart, which had been suspended like a tightrope, finally settled, but she dared not relax—she was facing Jing Yubei, after all.
This was the ultimate battle between the leaders of the Taiqing Temple and the Guardian Gate. The outcome would determine the shift in their status and echo throughout the entire Bashu Empire.
The fervor was for the mysterious swordsman’s unparalleled mastery; the regret was that his strike did not kill Xia Donglin.
At three in the morning, Fatty turned off his alarm, quietly slipped out of the dormitory, and went off to change shifts with the patrol squad.
Cheng Yuan’s face was cold as ice. To him, Yu Yunshi was a massive stumbling block on his path to romance.
This left the two elders at home in a constant state of melancholy, so much so that no one cared to question Rod when he went out early in the morning to play.
“Yes, it’s very urgent. I couldn’t wait any longer, so I came straight to the company to find you,” Tingting said, blinking her large eyes earnestly at Sanyue.
The private room was decorated in an ancient, tranquil style. On the low table before a wooden screen, a teapot brewed, steam curling into the air and filling the space with the rich fragrance of tea.
King Kong slammed a massive rock onto the Skull Lizard King’s head, but a layer of bright yellow electric net slowed the impact, causing the strike to go astray.
As the saying goes, good things befall those who await them. Though there were less than ten people in the Blood Garment Sect, the mood was still jubilant.
A broken home, family torn apart, even being used by her own father as a bargaining chip to threaten her mother and benefactor—who could bear such pain?
There was no other way. She could only choose a pair of light-colored jeans and a white shirt. It looked formal enough, but only in the way office attire is formal.
Major Ross immediately spoke up, “We cannot let the Island Nation win Joker over. Otherwise, not only will we lose our means to counter Wang Kai, but our entire national strategy will be in jeopardy. America will lose its most critical stronghold in Asia.”
With his heart pounding in terror, Ling Yang crossed the second suspension bridge and finally set foot on solid ground. The creaking of the planks and the violent swaying in the mountain wind had left an indelible mark of fear in his heart.
The porridge was offered right to his lips—Su Yuyang had no reason to refuse, especially as he lacked the strength to feed himself.
Pushing open the door and stepping inside, I saw Chu Tianyou still unconscious, his forehead wrapped in white gauze and several scratches on his face. The image of blood spraying three feet flashed through my mind, filling me with guilt and pain. How could he be so foolish? How could he risk his life to save me? If something were to happen to him, how could I ever forgive myself?