Chapter 75: Terror

The dozens of soldiers guarding the city walls were already pale with fear at the sight of the overwhelming force of the refugees outside, not daring to open the gates. All they could do was cower behind the walls, trembling.

The earth-shaking commotion outside soon roused Zhao Su, who had only just gone to sleep. Rising, he asked, “Commander Li, what is happening outside?”

Li Sheng received a rebuke...

Pang Hui, after all, was not as brainless as Yan Fang. Although he held little regard for this supervisory department in his heart, he still maintained a courteous demeanor when facing Lu Si’an.

Tonight, the “Springtime” Club was truly lively. Many leading figures in the IT industry had gathered, making it a veritable summit for the nation’s electronic economy.

Regret gnawed at his heart—had he known that this ingrate intended to break away from the Blazing Flames Gang, he never would have sent Fang Zheng to Xilin.

The infant’s head was startlingly lifelike, its neck turning slowly, a pair of pitch-black eyes gazing around with a sinister, uncanny intensity.

Seeing that Jiang Chuan didn’t immediately promise to help her with all his strength as he had before, Du Wanqiu grew all the more anxious. Over the past two days, she had already learned everything that had happened outside, and a vague sense of worry began to settle over her.

Alas, ever since she had fallen out with the Jiang family, even if she were to beg Jiang Chuan for forgiveness on her knees, claiming she regretted everything, it was unlikely he would ever relent.

Su Yuqing, just from this one auction, made a tidy profit of over ten thousand spirit stones after the auction house’s commission.

After accompanying Li Jiayan back to the General’s Mansion, Mianmian could no longer suppress her feelings and spoke up, albeit hesitantly at times.

After her meal, Li Jiayan went to lie down on the couch. Song Yanyu wanted to ask if she would like to take a walk to help digestion, but before he could speak, she turned her back to him.

No matter what, their journey was nearing its end. Such endless darkness and silence were far too terrifying.

With the loss of gravity’s suppression, the pace of battle within the entire troupe clearly quickened, for both the monstrous creatures and for Bai Su and his companions.

There was only one principle to abide by: when you are outmatched, you cannot afford to underestimate your opponent. In such cases, one must curry favor without pride or bottom line. Failure to do so could provoke public wrath and bring ruin upon the entire family—a calamity for which no one could bear responsibility.

“Hmph, someone’s eyes are about to pop out of their head!” At that moment, Xiao Yuqing cast a playful, reproachful glance at Jiang Chen. Seeing him staring at Lin Qingwan, she wasn’t truly angry—perhaps this was the taste of jealousy?

“I’ll have an iced fruit drink,” Zhao Sining said shyly. After her exertions with Jiang Chen earlier, her whole body was flushed with heat, and she craved something cold to cool herself down.

In the distance, a figure leaped like living flame among the cavalry ranks. In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen horsemen were swiftly struck down. The officers atop the city wall watched in utter shock.

Tu Tong, commanding twenty thousand elite troops, still dared not counterattack Chang’an. How could Zhou Cheng, with only ten thousand soldiers, create a miracle in this frozen land, short of food and clothing? The outcome would be nothing but a retreat to the Eastern Capital—or total annihilation outside Chang’an’s walls.

Back at Huangquan Ridge, I had already prepared to sacrifice the carriage to save the commander, fully aware of the consequences of losing ancient Aiguo. I knew I had to hold a line somewhere.

She was running away now, choosing to believe that all she had seen was untrue, preferring to think it was just a special assignment from Cao Jianhua.

Thus, Fang Rigui became a figure of great historical significance in the history of the vampire clan’s development. Dracula’s desire to adopt him as a godson was a clear intention to raise him as the Dark Child of the bloodline.

Her eyes clouded with worry. It was only as she drew her hand back that she realized her gesture was improper—a lady of her standing should never touch a man’s skin so casually.