Chapter 50: Moral Blackmail
Yet, faced with this nearly moral-blackmailing rhetoric, Zhang Xiaorui calmly sneered, "You are repaying your own debts of gratitude with two innocent lives. How truly great you are."
The netizens in the live streaming room immediately burst into applause and cheers.
[Well said!]
[Exactly! Using someone else's life to repay your own debt! Hypocrites!]
[You're clearly committing evil deeds, yet you insist on wrapping them in the name of repaying gratitude. Bah! You've defiled the very concept of repaying gratitude.]
Gazing up at the sky, I slumped down right in the middle of the two graves. I still remembered my father saying before he died that if that day ever came, he wished to be buried beside his father, explaining that he owed the old man too much and hoped to make amends. Little did I expect that these words would become reality in the near future.
"Qin Feng, Qin Feng, you bastard! Did we have a grudge in a past life? Why are you hounding me relentlessly and refusing to let me go!" Zhu Yuhao gritted his teeth in sheer hatred.
"Where are you going?" Just as she turned and took a step, Chuxiu heard Yun Ci's question from behind.
"There's nothing much to say, just one word—awesome!" As a semi-absentee leader, all Cheng Nuo could do now was make grassroots visits, offer encouragement, and handle information feedback. He had just asked Yang De and the others, who had recently joined the Pantheon, how they felt, and the burly man from the Northeast condensed a thousand words into that single, most down-to-earth word.
By now, all three of them were at the end of their tether, teetering on the verge of collapse. If they didn't rest quickly and replenish their energy, any new danger that arrived would leave them at the mercy of others.
Since they intended to detonate it, the prerequisite was to lure these cultivators into the rift, have all the Qi demons possess them, and control them to detonate their nascent souls. Therefore, the first task was to widen the rift to facilitate the entry of the cultivators.
That knight descended from the sky and thrust his weapon into the ground, signaling a cessation of hostilities.
Large beads of sweat, the size of beans, rolled down the young man's forehead like raindrops, and his back was completely drenched, showing just how badly frightened he was.
Although the remnants of the Yellow Turbans all fled through the three gates in succession, facing the ambushes set up at every vital passage, how could they possibly escape?
The gate guard looked at me with envy. What prestige! He waved down a taxi, returned to the studio, and fell fast asleep the moment his head hit the pillow.
They appeared to be charging directly toward this demon army, but everyone knew what mission Feste had assigned.
Jiang Shaoyan came up with a compromise, and among the seven of us, it was now his turn to smoke.
Bai Yi was extremely familiar with the terrain, as if he had reconnoitered it long ago, making not a single mistake. Every movement was as precise as if it had been rehearsed.
"Third Imperial Brother, what does your nervousness actually signify? In the end, she will be my imperial consort!" Avoiding the crux of the matter, Murong Yixuan frowned as he looked at the Third Imperial Prince.
Judging by this, Nina should not be a priest, but a priestess of a higher order. Yet, if she were considered a higher-order priestess, that wouldn't quite add up either, as Nina's specialty in healing magic was water-based rather than light-based. Therefore, she was far from being a light-oriented priestess; she was more akin to a water-elemental priest.
"Of course, I've even inquired about the city lord of this Redesk City. Speaking of which, Heaven is truly helping us," Selis said.
"Hmph! Let's go!" Lin Kunni was indeed furious. He never expected to make such a blunder today. He was anxious to leave this place not because he had lost face, but because his subconscious sensed a danger—a danger he was utterly powerless to resist.
"Tsk tsk, I never thought this generation would actually feature someone who directly obtained a Silver Emblem. I just wonder if this recipient of the Silver Emblem is truly worthy of the name." A discordant voice came from behind Liu Yang. The speaker was Dorance, one of the heirs of the Thebes family from the Moorish Kingdom.