Chapter 117: Do You Hit People?

The two of them sat upright, facing each other. Cheng Huaishan picked up his teacup and took a sip, easing the awkwardness as he waited for Qinghuan to speak first.

Seeing his silence, Qinghuan summoned her courage and asked the first question, “Do you hit people?”

Cheng Huaishan nearly spat out his tea but managed to swallow it.

“I have a hunter’s skills and strength, so of course I can fight. But I don’t go around hitting people. My fists are meant for enemies, never for family. If you become my family, I promise my fists will only protect you, never harm you.”

“Besides, the Tianlian Sect’s territory doesn’t border Lingyun Sect. Even if we wanted to use our whole sect’s power against Lingyun, how would we do it?”

The man in the black robe shook his head and continued toward the last fork in the road—the leftmost path, marked by numerous monster footprints.

The Blue Spirit Bird had already been released. When it saw the corpse of the demon spider, it devoured it without hesitation.

If they didn’t know Nalan Aotian was the valley master’s most outstanding son, they would have suspected he’d been bribed by Lu Chen.

It was strange—when the demon master and Fusong clashed, the unleashed power was terrifying. Most of the ancient pagodas within the forest had collapsed into dust, yet this one tower remained perfectly intact.

Li Zicheng returned from Li Na’s Jingren Palace to Qianqing Palace, thinking he could finally rest today. He strolled the palace grounds, realizing that since his arrival, he’d never had the chance to properly see what lay beyond the palace walls.

The moment Chen Lanzhu was killed, a brilliant smile spread across Hongye Guijiao’s face. Guan Luan had coveted his family’s fourth-grade pill recipe for some time now. Seeing his rival’s plan backfire, how could he not be delighted?

Though Qiang Qing seemed to have the upper hand on stage, relentlessly attacking Luan Feng, appearances could be deceiving.

“So, can you take a punch from me?” Liu Lao’er sneered coldly, raising his fist and aiming straight at Leopard Head’s eye.

Having endured that gnawing hunger, Lu Zheng was no longer as lost and anxious as when he’d first lost his money. Calmer now, he began to consider carefully how he’d managed to misplace it.

Empress Zhangsun had no wish to say more, and Concubine Yang could only follow suit, chatting instead about other things—how, despite the cold weather, a few blossoms had opened, and overall, the mood was not so bad.

Fang Zhou couldn’t help but laugh, embracing her. By chance, his gaze fell on the bedside behind her.

“No, let me save her!” Ning Caichen blocked Zhiqiu Yiye and, without hesitation, leapt toward Fu Qingfeng, embracing her and planting a kiss.

After finishing his meal, Wang Jin ordered another roast chicken to take with him and headed to Lanruo Temple. Naturally, this roast chicken was for Ning Caichen—he couldn’t let the man starve.

Just as Chu Yun was about to pull Shen Yu away, something unexpected happened. The entire village seemed to be under the influence of a powerful force. The landscape several kilometers around warped and twisted, as if seen through a pane of uneven glass.

“Arrogant! Storms, punish him!” Grand Vizier Eltan stood at the center, arms raised, as bolts of lightning flashed within the storms, striking relentlessly at Richard.

But Ares was a living enigma, and they had to be ready to kill him if he ever became uncontrollable.

Zhou Xin was about to question Lin Chen, when suddenly a beautiful figure stepped directly in front of Lin Chen.

Strands of pure silver hair danced in the gale, while coal-black eyes radiated a heat that seemed to scorch the air.

“So what if I am?” Bear Fang racked his brain, wondering if this was an old enemy come for revenge—how else could they have found him here?

The reason, of course, was that his wife was Qiao Mao’s biological younger sister, making him the magistrate’s brother-in-law.