Chapter 80: I Only Want to Be the Sole Man in Your Memories

Half a month later, in France

Zhao Qingwu had mobilized all his personal connections back home and given Mo Qinghan a new identity—Murong An. When Zhao Qingwu first came to France as a graduate student, he had made use of the professors he had befriended during his academic exchanges, as well as some influential figures in the academic world. He managed to transfer Mo Qinghan’s student records from back home, his original intention being simply to fulfill his dream of being together with Mo Qinghan. He had always known that Mo Qinghan would one day awaken, but the amnesia had caught him by surprise. Since Mo Qinghan had forgotten everything from before, Zhao Qingwu decided to let the past fade away as well, putting a great deal of effort into turning all previous records at the school from Mo Qinghan to Murong An.

As the system’s announcement faded, Liu Hai could feel his cultivation edging one great step closer to the upper seventh rank of Martial God.

Hearing someone at the outer door, Lu Anqi halted in her tracks. If anyone else saw her naked again, she thought, not even the Yellow River could wash her clean.

The Taoist from Mount Wudang had come upstairs. After a while spent in idle conversation, Wentian Xiao and Lin Fei had become somewhat acquainted.

During the three years Liu Hai had been reborn through Liu Hao, he had encountered Chen Yujiao leading the Chen family’s troops more than once, scouring the land in search of those mysterious bases. It was all for one purpose: to avenge Liu Hai.

The movements of the two drew some attention from passing guests, but most only cast a cursory glance; only a few stopped to watch them with curiosity.

“Understood, understood, I will certainly remember the alliance leader’s words. Thank you for your guidance,” Zuo Yunfei replied hastily.

Su Nan said nothing; with a slight movement, he appeared before the Thunder God. His left knee bent slightly, and his right foot lashed out in an astonishingly strange kick.

His son, whom he had trusted implicitly, was now consumed by jealousy and had lost all sense of reason.

The morale of everyone present soared—just as they stood ready to fight to the bitter end, Qin Ruolan unexpectedly gave the order to retreat.

“Miss, I’ve tied the noose for you. Come, die once more! I promise no one will disturb you again,” Lin Fei rose from the ground and tested the white silk prepared for hanging. It was sturdy—once suspended, it would never snap.

Those entering the city immediately split into two groups. One headed for the gate tower to clear out the remnants of the Flying Sand Army squeezed into the corridor beneath the city wall; the other, larger group advanced directly down the main road into the city.

“What a thick scent of blood!” Ye Yun’s face changed slightly. He was deeply shocked; he had never been fond of such a bloody atmosphere.

Zhou Yanqing judged the time was right. The mad dog’s barking was raucous at first, but if left for too long, it became truly irritating.

The three understood the gravity of the situation and wasted no words. They inspected spear after spear until deep into the night, finally picking out three defective ones to be reforged.

Ye Lin and Uncle Zhang were both startled—so Uncle Dog had spoken that way on purpose, just to lighten the mood.

He remained skeptical of the effects of the drug Qingyang spoke of, so when allocating funds, he also ordered that the medicine be sent straight to the front lines for the wounded soldiers as soon as it arrived.

Today was a clear day, the sky cloudless and the scenery enchanting, as if everything was unfolding exactly as he had imagined.

“They really are difficult to deal with!” Ye Yun sighed for a long while before regaining his composure. With a casual wave, he cast a fireball spell, and the two figures atop the tall pole turned instantly to ash.

Jiang Yuyu had always been outspoken, so when she suddenly dragged herself away, Xia Mujin was not surprised. He glanced worriedly at Gu Qiu, signaling that Jiang Yuyu was just angry.

At that moment, someone came running urgently from the direction behind them, outside the main gate. Abe Seimei, along with two hundred and fifty others, quickly concealed themselves behind the door, turning their gaze outward.

After observing for a while, Fang Yan determined there was nothing amiss outside the grand formation. At last, he took a step forward and strode out.