The Demon Lords

Chapter 843 186: Rage_3

Blinking frequently,

twisting his neck,

his arms and thigh joints also exhibited a bizarre sense of disharmony.

His facial expressions were changing subtly and continuously.

Perhaps because of anger, or perhaps because Mo Wan uncharacteristically did not attempt to seize control of the body during this integration, Zheng Fan still retained his consciousness and control over his own body.

"Pfft!"

Xue Three struggled to lift his head from the shards, his clothes torn to tatters, and after raising his head, spat out a mouthful of blood.

After Mo Wan's power was infused into my lord's body, the lord, who was already a rank higher than Xue Three, instantly gained the ability to suppress him.

Because Mo Wan could see through most of his movements, and its speed attached to my lord could offset Xue Three's own speed.

If it were another demon king, perhaps exchanging a few more blows was possible, but no way, Xue Three's abilities here were almost ineffective.

Zheng Fan began to step forward, walking towards Xue Three.

"My lord, I was wrong, I was wrong... I was really wrong... I was blinded by greed..."

Xue Three was truly aggrieved,

why had Fanli succeeded last night,

yet when it was his turn, the situation turned out like this?

Fanli probably didn't lie.

Indeed,

Fanli didn't lie, but in the question-and-answer session last night, what Xue Three didn't ask, Fanli naturally didn't answer.

It wasn't intentionally unanswered, because Fanli was simple-minded and couldn't think things through so comprehensively.

When Xue Three saw Zheng Fan approaching and picking up the knife previously discarded on the ground,

his heart leaped to his throat!

A great terror,

instantly surged up!

My lord,

my lord,

he,

he,

wants to kill me?

wants to kill me...

wants to kill me!

Xue Three's breathing started to become rapid, feeling the scene in front of him was incredibly absurd, but at the same time, he also knew that drugging my lord's icy drink earlier and sneaking over was in itself extremely absurd.

An absurd cause naturally leads to equally absurd consequences.

...

In the small house neighboring Lord Pingye's mansion on North Mansion Street, which was under renovation, the Sword Saint lying on a wicker chair watching Liu Dahu practice calligraphy suddenly raised his head.

Initially, if Zheng Fan's action on Xue Three was still within the realm of normal practice, then with Mo Wan's possession, the leak of devilish aura, and the breaking of the courtyard walls, it was nearly impossible to conceal the commotion from certain people in the city.

The Sword Saint hesitated,

he sensed this aura,

but didn't know exactly what was happening.

"Dad, what's wrong?"

Liu Dahu looked up at Yu Huaping.

Yes, Liu Dahu, this child had already begun calling Yu Huaping dad.

It was the old lady who, holding a feather duster, scolded him into kneeling and changing the way he addressed Yu Huaping.

The old lady said, remember who's feeding you, show gratitude to whom you owe it, even animals know this principle, humans have no excuse not to.

However, Yu Huaping rejected the idea of Liu Dahu changing his surname right now.

At this moment, Yu Huaping wanted Liu Dahu to go and fetch his Longyuan,

but also felt it unnecessary,

because now,

he simply couldn't wield the Longyuan sword.

Perhaps some innate acuity remained, but now he was still a waste of a man.

Even if something did happen, he was powerless.

Yet, being the Sword Saint, he greatly loathed this feeling of helplessness.

"Dahu, go outside and call the patrolling warriors, have them go..."

"Creak..."

The courtyard door was pushed open, Liang Cheng walked in.

The Sword Saint's gaze fell on Liang Cheng,

Liang Cheng slightly bowed to the Sword Saint in respect, then said:

"No need, it's nothing serious."

"What do you mean by 'nothing serious'?" the Sword Saint asked.

"Internal sparring," Liang Cheng answered.

The Sword Saint smiled,

said:

"I may be a cripple, but there's no need to fool me."

Liang Cheng pondered briefly,

gave another answer:

"Cleansing the ranks?"

Furrowing his brows,

the Sword Saint immediately asked:

"Internal strife?"

If it's internal strife, and someone below rebels, it could very well escalate into a military disaster.

Thinking bigger, the Snow Sea Pass holds a crucial position, any instability might even trigger a second invasion from the wild people.

"Not a big issue."

Seeing Liang Cheng answer this way, the Sword Saint leaned back into his chair again, said:

"Alright then."

...

Siniang put down the ledger in her hand, and the accountants receiving task instructions below froze.

After a moment,

Siniang stood up,

said:

"Apologies, excuse me for a moment."

The accountants immediately bowed and agreed:

"No worries."

......

Inside the ice cellar,

A Ming lay quietly,

crushed an ice cube with his left hand, tossed it into his wine glass,

shook it a bit,

finally,

sent it down his throat,

afterwards,

turned over,

this place was cool, suitable for a nap.

......

The blind man stopped peeling the orange, and instead sniffed the half-peeled orange.

"Tsk..."

Then,

he resumed peeling,

naturally popped a piece of orange into his mouth and chewed slowly.

......

In the corner room of the back courtyard,

a coffin,

inside, a finger was raised,