Chapter 77: Qiao Muting Is Injured

He turned around and saw a tall figure standing in the sunlight like a hero.
“Let her go. Did you hear me?”
Qiao Muting enunciated each word with chilling precision.
The woman with the vicious eyes exchanged a glance with her henchmen, then they all launched their attack.
Qian Lai’s hands were tied, and she was dragged aside by the man with the scarred face. He bound her to a sapling and then joined the fray himself.
All she could do was watch helplessly as Qiao Muting faced them alone.
Qingyu could only laugh bitterly; even if they summoned an immortal to treat her, her body would still be fine, since the problem lay in her soul.
Li Ruhuan pinched her nose and muttered to herself, then her gaze shifted to the frail and aged figure lying quietly in the bed.
When the car reached the food street, Murong Nuan and Shangguan Rui got out, followed by a bodyguard, while another remained in the car. The bodyguard trailed them from a distance. Murong Nuan was quite pleased—during lunch, she’d be sure to put in a good word for them with Shangguan Yao, maybe even help them earn a raise.
But after searching through this topsy-turvy world, Xia Yu realized it was far vaster than she’d imagined. Wandering without aim, she had no hope of finding Giratina at all. And even if she did, did she truly have the strength to defeat it or win its favor, so it would send her home?
She’d told a lie and slipped out. Shanshan looked up at the enormous billboard, wondering how she should pass the time while working part-time for money. Then she noticed a café, its glass walls revealing the patrons inside.
After making sure Milotic and the others understood, Xia Yu chatted with them a little longer before returning them to their Poké Balls. With Hanako, who had finished packing, she set off toward Sootopolis City’s Pokémon Center.
Though the two groups of cultivators only appeared as projections, they felt as real and conscious as their true bodies.
Warmth enveloped him completely, and as the vital energy circulated, his battered body began to heal. It was like parched earth drinking in the rain, the cracks slowly closing.
When he was with Xu Jie, he had lost himself in love, mistaking infatuation for true affection, which led his feelings to run wild.
Seeing Ji Qingnian’s utter disregard, Physician Xu’s rage only grew. If Prime Minister Li hadn’t come over and placed a hand firmly on his shoulder just then, he might have already lunged at Ji Qingnian in a fury.
Yet as she spoke, her beautiful face remained calm and unreadable, leaving everyone unsure how much she truly understood.
Vivian’s power in her snow angel form was something Zhong Ling had witnessed firsthand, but even she couldn’t shake off the monkey pursuing her—nor could she gain any advantage.
When Luo Luo saw that Oboi seemed to have some standing, and noticed the burly warriors behind him, she dared not make things any harder for him.
Before long, they connected the loss of data from the two central computers with the destruction of Niu Jizong’s cronies’ computers, and of course, reported the unusual behavior of Niu Jizong’s followers.
Wan Hua spoke as she left, but soon returned, and then followed her mother to Madam Du’s room.
The blood-stained bullet hit the ground, bounced up and down repeatedly, and finally rolled a short distance before dissolving into battle energy and vanishing, leaving only a small bloodstain on the floor.
The audience all knew that Wei Yi and Zhao Hui had each studied the Water and Wood Dao for many years, and compared to ordinary Golden Immortals, their understanding was quite profound.
Having obtained the soul-nourishing herb, his main purpose for coming here was accomplished; everything else was superfluous. Why should he go looking for more trouble?
So, how had that Demon King, facing a hundredfold harsher circumstances than hers, managed to carry such enormous burdens and achieve such incredible feats?