Chapter 258
Chapter 258
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Translator: Ace
Chapter: Unknown
Chapter Title: After the Beating
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After Chen Shi left, Zhou Qianshadow, Wang Ping, and the others stepped forward. The iron-tower-like strongman rummaged for spiritual medicines, fed some to Ma Zongzhou, then fetched a flesh-regenerating holy medicine, stripped off Ma Zongzhou's clothes, and smeared the holy medicine all over his body.
Several girls hurriedly turned away, not daring to look.
Ma Zongzhou had three ribs broken by Chen Shi, plus dozens of kicks to his groin and lower abdomen, and an unknown number of strikes from a stick. His entire body was beaten black and purple. If Chen Shi hadn't lacked killing intent and held back his strength, Ma Zongzhou probably wouldn't have survived the beating.
"Yes, yes, yes! We really do need to invite more people on our side, or else we won't recoup the gift money!"
Chen Yumei beamed from ear to ear.
"Let's go."
Ying Zheng called out from behind, drawing Bai Qi's attention back to him.
He believed his magical powers were boundless, making him invincible within the dream realm.
Attendant Kun sensed the shift in his lord's mindset but still trusted that he wouldn't act rashly.
"Pfft."
Kai, who was eating, couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of rice.
"Are you serious? Little sister, you're already fifteen.
In just three years, you could get married!"
At that moment, Kai was like a fretful father, starting to nag endlessly.
"Who are you people? Don't you know where you are? How dare you come stir up trouble? This is the Night family's wedding—how can we let you run wild?"
Old Master Night strode over first, intent on blocking Shangguan Hong.
"It's not like I didn't give you a chance to pick whoever you want, but there's no guarantee the one you choose will belong to you alone. You'll have to test your luck yourself."
Duanmu Lin still had some fight left in him—how could something given willingly be the same as something forced?
"Aotian, wake up! I'm not mad anymore. My wish is to be with you forever."
Mei'er wailed heart-wrenchingly, regretting it so bitterly her guts turned green.
Jun Zhu walked roughly four streets before finally shaking off her pursuer. She entered a teahouse, glanced around, and took a seat by the window overlooking the bustling street below.
On the first day of opening, she skipped the grand firecracker display like back in the capital. Instead, she simply snipped the red silk and called it open for business—nothing fancy, since it wasn't a legitimate operation anyway, and she hadn't put much thought into it.
As commander of the Imperial Guards, Zhang Ji naturally escorted His Majesty all the way to the Crown Prince's residence gate for protection. White silk draped everywhere, the entire mansion shrouded in a stifling, oppressive silence. Every servant held their breath; with the Crown Prince deceased, their futures hung in the balance—the worst case being ritual suicide to follow him.
Recruiting talent was Zhang Xi's top priority. Li Yu planned to use this film production to train and build his own loyal crew.
Lin Fan steeled his resolve in an instant. He hurriedly circulated his spiritual energy, gritted his teeth, and leaped to the ground.
Either Fu Licheng had been held up by something, or the police had already deployed outside, ready to take down Xiang Yiyang at any moment.
Yi Mengmeng's heart, wounded by the realization that the pattern was man-made, was instantly soothed by the words, "Bought for your husband, huh? You two have such a sweet relationship!"
Healed.
On the fifth recitation, the Nine Dragons Sword had transformed into a silver dragon, the surrounding air growing increasingly humid, as if rain had begun to fall.
The reason they appeared anthropomorphized in human perception was simply because humanity knew nothing about them—just like ancient times on Earth, when the incomprehensible and miraculous were dubbed divine interventions and described to fit one's ideals.
Recalling the back-and-forth barbs at court, Yi Mengmeng's round, elongated eyes narrowed, sparkling with amusement.
The officer's head spun at the news—no family made things complicated. They couldn't just haul him back to the station and keep him there.
That initial rush of excitement upon first spotting their arrival had gradually faded amid Master Xuan Kong's deliberate, unhurried words.
"No, no, we can't just say things like that."
I quickly glanced back at the door, speaking in a somewhat mysterious tone.
Some netizens, whether joking or in earnest, even founded the "Church of De Lun Worship."
They even dug up Zhang Delun's old media interviews on fitness tips to share, sparking a flurry of hilarious memes across the web.
End of chapter.