Chapter 69 The Woman Suffering Domestic Abuse (4)

After waiting for a long time, Liu Xin still kept her head down without speaking, causing Lin Xiaoyan to sigh.

"Are you trying to ask about domestic violence?"

To prevent a recurrence of what happened that evening, Lin Xiaoyan decided to bring Liu Xin's situation right out into the open.

Liu Xin abruptly raised her head and looked at Lin Xiaoyan.

"On your first day here, anyone could tell the bruises on your face weren't from a fall. Yesterday when you arrived, I saw the marks on your arm, which must be—"

Xin Han's lips twitched imperceptibly. Having attained true insight, he could naturally and vaguely sense that the person before him was a kindred spirit—a peer whose combat prowess rivaled that of an upper-tier pseudo-core cultivator.

Holding his wine bowl, You Jingyan suddenly thought of Li Bai's famous lines: "I raise my cup to invite the bright moon, and with my shadow we make three."

Zhang Yuanhao fell silent inwardly. The physical body of a python-dragon was undoubtedly far superior to that of ordinary core-formation cultivators. He could well imagine that if he were to rashly subdue a spiritual seed with his own fragile mortal-cultivator body, the sheer agony would likely shatter his physical form entirely.

Meanwhile, at that very location, not only was True Immortal Daojun personally guarding him, but there were also numerous sect elders silently protecting him from the shadows.

With a low shout, the crimson sword transformed into divine blood, radiating myriad Dao principles. Behind him, the hazy phantom of an ancient god slowly rose, towering into the clouds, clad in armor as it charged forward.

However, having lived through great turmoil back then, he was plunged into fierce battle before reaching the ultimate realm, resulting in him being surrounded and besieged by several cultivators of equal standing, and ultimately perishing.

As expected, killing and burning bring golden belts, while honest business relies entirely on guts. Thinking of this, Zhang Yuanhao could not help but stir memories from his past life, letting out a heavy sigh.

Ma Zheng still wanted to reduce the sum. Although one million five hundred thousand taels was not an exorbitant amount for the Song Dynasty, this was money flowing purely out to the Jin Dynasty, rather than funds spent on the military or civil administration.

In recent times, the name Wu Hao had become the focal point of discussion among all disciples within the Genesis Sect.

At such close proximity, Lu Tianming could not help but cover his ears. He could be certain that even if this ferocious beast had not completed its transformation, it was definitely stronger than the average congenital martial artist, and by no means inferior.

Behind the courtyard wall of the bridal chamber, Ma Xiaochao stood quietly with his eyes closed. He had heard Liu Xiangxiang's words, but he still chose to remain silent.

The war between immortals and demons finally ended after lasting ten years. Although the breaking-army period had not yet concluded, far too many people had died. The lingering hostility in people's hearts had long since worn away; what they needed now was a peaceful era without wind or waves to recuperate and multiply.

Although the Poison God had never been here before, back before his imprisonment, he had heard that the Divine Realm possessed a place known as the Mountain of Divine Hands.

Three or four months had already passed in the outside world, and the plot of the Avengers had also concluded quite a while ago, yet different events continued to unfold every single day.

"Why would you be calling for help?" Shirona asked with a helpless smile as she wiped the corners of her eyes.

Old Devil Niu's kowtow plunged Yin Yong into unpleasant memories, yet this mighty warrior merely standing quietly right there was enough to deter anyone else from making any rash moves.

Such formidable momentum... Meng Tian closely observed the shifting dynamics on the field, secretly wondering to himself whether he possessed the strength to achieve victory should he encounter either of these two.

Breathing in the gradually fading floral fragrance, everyone was suddenly overcome with a sense of loss, as if something of paramount importance to them had slipped away.

Li Qinghan gently closed her eyes to conserve her remaining physical strength. She refused to give up, yet the deathly stillness and grey-white expanse of the illusionary forest seemed entirely incapable of offering her any hope.

She took out the dress, fully unfolding a pink-and-white garment dotted with green accents. The skirt was not very long, reaching merely to the knees, though the back was slightly longer than the front, making the overall appearance quite charming.

The elevator doors opened, and after dropping those words, Ji Ming轩 stepped inside, directly reaching out to close the doors right in Liu Yi's face, leaving him mercilessly shut out.