Chapter 87: The Three Realms

“Junior Brother, come here...” Ning Sanniang beckoned with a smile, calling sweetly, “I’ve spent the past few days studying the circulation method for the Meridian chapter of the Primordial Unity Art, and I’m going to teach it to you now.”

“...”

Seeing his senior sister’s beaming face, Liu Shen only felt a chill shoot from his tailbone straight up to his scalp.

He cautiously edged closer, saying as he walked, “Senior Sister, before you help me cultivate, remember to tell me in advance, all right?”

The two of them were unfamiliar with the fruits from the offshore lands and had no idea whether they were edible. But Qing Hun had detoxifying pills, so there was nothing to fear; at worst, they could test them one by one.

By the time they reached the parking lot, Di Bai had tried several times to pull out his car keys but failed, so angered was he; on the final attempt, the keys flew out and fell to the ground.

The appearance of that figure caused sharp pain in the hearts of everyone in the Nine Provinces. They howled toward the heavens, filled with unbearable grief.

“Don’t be nervous. I’ve brought you a treasure. With this treasure, your relationship with Governor Qin can grow even closer.” Liu Ruoying walked toward Qi Gaoming with a face full of springtime warmth.

“Brother! Don’t be angry anymore. Sit down and eat.” Afraid the two would quarrel and her lie be exposed, Ai Suixin hurriedly took hold of Ai Suiyi’s arm and tried to calm him down.

“Brother Ding, why aren’t you surprised at all?” Tang Xinyan still could not help asking.

“Mr. Mo, are you feeling any better?” Feiying stood a short distance from Nangong Mo’s hospital bed and asked with a blank expression.

Seeing that Ye Fan had a fifty-million check in his pocket, everyone suddenly fell silent.

But the tribes of the jungle had no such thing as the so-called chivalric code of later generations; if they offered help, it was naturally on the basis of an equivalent bargain, and there was no reason for them to help for nothing.

“Bright Moon, let’s not learn that displacement art anymore. Ignore him!” As Ma Xingyao spoke, he took a piece of tissue and wiped her face.

Lan Ke hurriedly urged his horse forward to keep up. Jo Suhan, who had just been arguing with Qiao Yue, was momentarily stunned, then dragged her own brother along while muttering curses and followed after them.

“All right! I’ll endure it.” Helplessly, the Mad King could only watch that fellow’s massive body inch forward at a glacial pace. Though it displeased him greatly, there was nothing he could do about it. Who had told him his strength was insufficient? As for Lu Feiyang, he too could only helplessly begin his own slow advance.

Qing He had originally been hoping to watch the show with glee, but after hearing the man speak, and especially after seeing the purity in his eyes and the absence of any false intent, she instead felt that she had been far too narrow-minded, and immediately pouted in visible displeasure.

With every word he spoke, Beidou’s brow tightened a little more. By the end, his expression had turned completely cold.

Ding Yan heard that her brother had already died, yet her father insisted there was no such thing. She was thoroughly confused and wanted to uncover the truth herself.

“No!” Lin Feng said decisively. Whatever happened, he did not want his friends and brothers to be harmed. If, in seeking revenge, one of his brothers died, then what meaning would that revenge have?

The whole Wan Yuehua family had been killed like that; if they did not come looking for her, that would be strange indeed.

After those words were spoken, everyone fell silent. “What do you mean? A token killing move?” Lu Feiyang was once again bewildered. What was that thing?

There was a particular rose-like fragrance about this person, but that was not the point. The point was the faint smell of blood clinging to him.

“Oh, have you heard? Today, Lady Zhuang is going out to sea.” At a table by the roadside, a burly man said. He was stubbled with a beard, and by the look of his arms’ thick muscles, he seemed to have spent most of his days doing hard labor.

Just how exhausting this match had been, only he himself knew, always keeping himself on the edge of a foul. To have lasted through this one already made him feel quite remarkable.