Chapter 13091 — Life Is Precious

The head of the Zhao family could not help but open his mouth to compromise, when Zhao Ning's weak yet resolute voice rang out: "Even if I die, I will never marry him!"

Chen Shili frowned. "Is there someone in your heart, Miss Zhao, that you look upon me with such disdain? A pity—even if it is your beloved, if he cannot cure your dragon poison, then he is worthless."

"Life is precious. I advise Miss Zhao to think it through."

In every word and between every line, his tone was that of a man who already had Zhao Ning in his grasp.

He was utterly certain that the Zhao family would never stand by and let Zhao Ning die...

"Tian Tian!" I reached out to touch the jade figure beside my pillow, only to find the bed empty. Startled, I sat up and turned on the light—Tian Tian was nowhere to be seen.

Pei Ziyun had killed Ōno Takashi, yet he paid no heed to any of it. Head bowed, he slowly ran his hand along the wooden sword, feeling its grain and texture, and a strange sensation passed into his palm.

Liu Yu's words plunged me into deep thought. Back then I had risked everything to pull Dafei's soul back from the road to the underworld, and now, facing this building, it was the same thing all over again.

"What?" Not only did Goat freeze on the spot—Shanke, Instructor Li, and I all cried out in shock at the same time.

Yet, lamentably, of the saying that filial piety moves Heaven, how many true filial sons remain in this Age of Dharma Decline?

"You mean Lightbulb is afraid of Instructor Li? So afraid he doesn't dare come to Seventeenth Middle School to teach?" I drew a sharp breath, thinking to myself that I had actually been foolish enough to want to trade a few blows with Instructor Li.

By all reason, Su Tang should have been overjoyed now and then fallen to her knees in thanks—that was what Sikong Cuo had expected too—but Su Tang's reaction was entirely beyond her anticipation.

To step into the Sacred Realm meant one already possessed a tempered divine sense; even plucking a flower or a leaf could unleash world-shaking power. Against a Grand Ancestor, that was already enough.

On the bank, Xia Tianxiang saw what was happening on our side and wanted to come over for a look, but Yixin held him back. His body, worn down by excessive grief and by spending every day among corpses and feeding them with his own vital blood, had already grown very frail; to expose himself to such a vast quantity of yin energy would have been nothing short of courting death.

They bound everyone with ropes and made off with all the money and valuables.

The other party looked about his own age, barely into his twenties, yet he had already become a chiliarch of the Embroidered Uniform Guard at such a young age—truly astonishing.

When they learned that their authority had been stolen, the many deities of the Ninefold Heavens were filled with shock and fury. They gathered together, vowing to track down the thief who had stolen the Way.

Taking her phone, Zhao Jiaxin tapped straight in. The game's entry screen was a tutorial segment; following its rhythm, she came to understand how the game should be played.

He strode in and dragged the East Sea governor, with his little toothbrush mustache, out from under the bed in the inner room.

Yet Yue Wen thought only of going to Jinling to retrieve Rama's remains, to gain Buddhist divine powers and come back to seize the blessed land.

With that, she pressed the switch on the right armrest, turned on the lamp above, and signed her name.

At a low shout, dazzling golden light bloomed across his whole body; an immense golden aura surged out from within him, blazing all the more brilliantly in the still of the night.

Back in the city proper, cars, motorcycles, and three-wheelers wove through roads jammed to bursting. The tuk-tuk drivers drove with wild abandon, weaving and cutting their way through the chaotic, lawless traffic, narrowly grazing other vehicles' bodies time and again.

So he spent a few minutes looking up relevant information on the computer, then returned to the living room to call Hattori Heiji back.

Wang Jiefu was preparing a way out for himself; though this way out might not prove effective, at the very least it could plant a nail.

Huang Shuyu took the menu—the pictures on it were simply too tempting, as though not a single dish could possibly taste bad.

"Pray speak, Your Highness. Given the friendship between us, if there is anything this minister can do, how could he possibly refuse Your Highness? Why send all these gold, silver, and jewels, and countless beauties besides? Your Highness is truly treating me as an outsider," Zhou Chumu said politely.