Chapter 92: Chen Yong Meets His Death

Tian Meixue noticed her son's unusual behavior and hurried over. When she saw his face covered in blood, she was startled. Then she looked at the shattered glass in Chen Yong's hand and the pool of gushing blood at his feet—how could she not understand what had happened to the child?

“Who taught you to do this?” she grasped Chen Yi’s hand and questioned him, unwilling to believe that her obedient child could have done such a terrible thing. As she touched him, her fingers brushed across something sticky, and a fresh ache pierced her heart.

Tian Meixue found a clean rag and wrapped his wounded palm.

To prevent the possibility of not being able to get out once inside, Hua An first experimented with an old hen, then with the loyal Da Huang and Er Huang. Fortunately, they could enter and exit without trouble.

The gentle words were spoken in the tone an adult would use to coax a child, but there was an underlying confidence to them, something absolute and unquestionable.

Qu Nan’ge glanced over, hesitated before taking it, and her gaze caught on his lit lock screen, pausing briefly.

Pursuing the mountain bandits required funds; if there were casualties, compensation would be needed, and those who performed meritoriously would have to be rewarded. Besides, these bandits were not a significant force and posed no real threat to him. Liu Hong was not very willing to go after the bandits.

A hundred or so people, singing off-key mountain songs, laughed and joked as they headed back to Wangmang Ridge.

With Hongmei’s help, cooking was easy for Bai Shanshan. Before long, a tableful of homestyle dishes was ready.

The servants responded in unison. Though they wore plain cotton clothes, their stature and the fierceness in their eyes made them seem far more formidable than the yamen’s bailiffs—clearly, they were trained fighters.

The Wanfu Restaurant had completely fallen into decline. The head chef left in anger, taking a group of loyal customers with him. Business plummeted and could not recover.

“Heh.” Yu Tian let out a cold laugh, shot Ji Ke a hateful glare, and picked up her phone again.

With these tens of thousands of refugees, it would be possible to tend to nearly a hundred thousand acres of farmland. As more refugees would inevitably be recruited come spring, after the next autumn harvest, Feng Xin was preparing to form an army.

“Reporting to the Heavenly Khan, I have already sent men to Chengdu Prefecture.” He hadn’t imagined the Heavenly Khan would be so fond of a prince newly arrived from Chengdu.

On the phone, Chen Gui paused and said, “But on her…” Chen Gui trailed off, words left unsaid.

Atop the highest rooftop terrace of the restaurant, a middle-aged man leaned on the balustrade, gazing down at the scenery of Blood Dragon City. The two antennae on his head were strikingly conspicuous—it was clear at a glance that he belonged to the dragon race.

Long Luo said, “Yes, it is a worry, but surely you have more to say than just this?” Feng Moyun replied, “The Divine Emperor Zhiru has disappeared. No one knows who is responsible, but Zhiru is a peak-level Divine Emperor. How many in this world could abduct her without a sound? So I know who did it, and so do you.”

“Heartless? If you say so, then so be it. But the deeds your Blood Dragon Clan has committed seem even more devoid of conscience. What does your life or death have to do with me?” Li Jiang said coolly.

Xiping Village suffered an unprecedented disaster. The greenhouses and livestock farms that sustained the villagers were wiped out by two heavy rains. Those with initiative in the village would now have to find their own way forward.

The Wild Battle Gang, true to its name, was a fiercely combative group. At that moment, Shentu was fighting Furiously with Fuli by hand.

Mu Miaomiao snorted, “You old wretch, how dare you go ahead of me!” With that, she transformed into a streak of light and charged in. Bai Xiyu gripped the Guiyun Bifeng Fan, and with a single wave, opened a gap in the barrier, entering in a flash of white light as well.

Snow blanketed the earth, like plum blossoms covering the Western Hills. Mother and nanny, both dressed in white, were pinned down in the snow by the Li family’s servants.

Li Muer glanced curiously at Lu Chen and found that he was surprisingly adept at operating the central control panel.

Mu Xiaoxiao shot the system a resentful glare, on the verge of tears as she looked at Xiao Yechen, who had already fallen asleep.

Qiao Mian, eager to regain his identification token, fought with particular ferocity. By the end of the battle, he already held eight identity tokens.