Chapter 13104 — A Waste of Breath
The Blossom Guardian · Page 1 of 2
Wei Zhao studied him unhurriedly. "So sure of yourself, are you—that I have no way to deal with you?"
At that look on his face, Su Wuyin's heart lurched, but he recovered his composure at once. "No need for theatrics. If you really had a way, you wouldn't be standing here wasting your breath on me."
"Big shots like you—arrogance is bred into your very bones."
"If you truly had an answer, you wouldn't even deign to glance at me, would you?"
And that confidence of his was not purely an act...
The three of them departed, leaving behind the ancient city of Dongtian, now a scene of utter devastation. A fine old city had been reduced to ruins, and many who had been too slow to flee had perished there with it.
His gaze was piercing and bright, apt to strike fear into the heart at a glance—the resolute air that only came from years of martial discipline.
The instant that flame left his palm, it unfurled swiftly into a fan-shaped wall of fire that stretched to the horizon.
When Tietou woke, he was ghastly pale from loss of blood—especially in the firelight, his face looked downright hideous. He murmured a call for Young Master Chu, and my heart clenched. Here he was, barely able to save his own skin, and still fretting over his Young Master Chu. It seemed my fears had been borne out after all.
The air above the cauldron had long since warped into a bizarre, unknowable shape, and the whole room had by now become something like a lava field.
Yet the very first thing Yamamoto Norikazu asked about was Liu Cuilian; Miss Yinzi, seated there, he did not even look at. Yinzi's loathing for Liu Cuilian turned all at once to jealousy, and from jealousy to hatred.
"Get this damned bracelet off me—I'll cripple him!" On the platform, Ye Chen cursed and swore between desperate parries against Feng Ying's assault.
"And what's the story with this Heavenly Demon army?" the War King asked, even as he healed Ye Chen's wounds.
"Aren't you the clever one." Su Yucao tapped her forehead through the window, though in the end he still could not quite bear to part with her.
Over on Ren Beibei's side, Su Cheng phoned to ask when she would come to the provincial capital again, but got no clear answer.
In that moment Qi Bao felt his whole body to be like flawless white jade—limpid and unstained. His mind was clearer than ever, his soul immensely powerful, his flesh like reinforced steel. The thrill of it stayed with him for a long while.
The next morning, Yin Cong woke to find Xizhi still sound asleep, the garment draped over her having slipped off. He stepped over softly, tucked it back around her, and went out of the cabin. The rain had stopped; the sky had cleared after the storm, and it was fine weather indeed.
After Guo Tianxu's men dug up the three jars of wine, Guo Tianxu suddenly waved his hand, and many more men appeared.
If this badge were mounted as well, wouldn't the tea-processing machine's output rise another notch?
Seeing Su Cheng's expression shift, Chen Tian felt he had gotten the upper hand in this matter, and his heart was greatly eased—and secretly rather pleased with himself.
And judging by that spiritual pressure, Xian Duxing's cultivation was far higher than that of the dead Fan Jian.
All the monks of the Huangjue Temple had thrown their energies into preparing for this sutra-lecture assembly. It was the temple's foremost task at present, and every monk was in high spirits.
The swirling mist lent the two figures in the bathtub a hazy beauty. Lin Hao swallowed unconsciously—but a moment later, he caught himself.
She bent a finger and gave a light flick, sending out a beam of clear emerald light, as though the heavens in their indifference had loosed a world-ending heavenly punishment.
"Heh, thanks for your trouble, Miaomiao. Go on and see to your work—come back in a bit. Making you look after us specially, and holding a table for us too—I really feel bad about it." Sun Xiao'ai looked at Miaomiao apologetically.