Chapter 117: To Save or Not to Save

Chapter 117: To Save or Not to Save

Wang Guocheng furrowed his brows, vividly recalling the last time Fan Xiaoyou had given blood to Tang Ling, who had looked completely drained of color. He couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy.

He remained silent on the other end of the phone for a long while. Selfishly, he wanted to refuse and even to stop it... but Wang Guocheng...

At that thought, Xing Hao turned back and refocused his attention. Since there was no turning back now, the only way forward was to keep moving ahead.

"Thank you, commanders. It’s all thanks to the prince’s care that you all have become stronger than I am. Heh heh."

Jiang Ling did not hesitate. With a wave of his hand, he sent Liu Sheng, Piao Hong, and Wang Jiacheng to the same battlefield.

"Damn it! It’s the middle of summer! To shake hands wearing gloves in front of so many people—doesn’t that express his disgust for her as if she were a virus?"

"Yan’er, you take over the interrogation," Li Yiqian said without acknowledging him, opening his eyes and addressing Wu Yuyan.

This man had started from nothing and was now the top boss among the idlers in Su Province. Not to mention him, almost no one dared to provoke him in Jiangnan City.

Huo Nan knew how much Li Yongsheng hated Huo Qisheng. Even if she were willing, her man certainly wasn’t.

Then, shyly, he nodded, lifted his beer, imitating Shen Xian’s style, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Use the water gun," Zhen Ye pointed at Necrozma. The best way to deal with someone who’s always daydreaming—whether Pokémon or human—was to jolt them awake.

Lu Guangzhong had bought a house near the Xiao family and settled down, while during that time Xiao Bie often visited Lu Guangzhong’s home, sometimes bringing Xiao Ruifeng along.

Their orders were clear: no one was allowed to enter or leave. They had shown some leniency—people could come in, but no one was allowed out.

Darkness began to fall around them; massive fireballs descended from the thirty-third heaven, the rising smoke clouds blotting out all light. It was the year 231 of the Heavenly Calendar, the day of the grand wedding between Divine Sovereign Chu Yuan and the demon princess Xue Han Qianjin. At this moment, the Celestial Realm was executing a long-prepared plan to annihilate the demon clan.

He Jinyin looked up and saw three storefronts bearing "Good Shop for Rent" signs, with a weatherworn red door set between them. The crimson paint had faded into a webbed pattern of cracks, resembling the age spots on a weathered old man.

Whether it was because Su Ran had worn him down or for some other reason, Fu Siyu’s eyes flickered slightly before he lowered his head and, following Su Ran’s gesture, took a sip.

Naturally, there were those who felt jealous of Lin Yue’er. But with the cautionary example right before their eyes, they dared not act rashly.

As everyone noticed the situation, they became especially vigilant. At times like this, family members dared not relax their guard. They watched constantly, leaving no chance for escape. Those confined at home would throw tantrums or even clash violently with their caretakers.

Sheng Luo’er had applied peach blossom makeup today. Though her beauty was radiant, a trace of sorrow lingered between her brows.

The structure was heavy and stable, built with semi-circular arches and thick walls. Its roof rose in slender, towering peaks—a striking sight at a glance.

Five carriage drivers had disappeared in Beiping City, but it stirred no significant commotion. Except for the Second Master, few cared.

The pieces of fish in the bowl were carefully chosen from the belly to avoid bones, which had been meticulously removed beforehand. Granny could manage on her own, while Xiu He only needed to care for the elderly Master Fan, whose hand was broken.

Lv Simao and He Hongli arranged their rifles in a volley. The enemy couldn't keep up because they had to spin around to respond. Once the volley was unleashed, they fell into chaos. It was this way that Ershi’s hand was struck, blood still flowing.

Even though doubts lingered, Wu Jieyu still bore a sense of pride. The provisions and luxuries in the Chengxiang Hall were becoming increasingly lavish.