Confessing One’s Feelings

At Jiang Tianchen's words, the assassins quickly scattered, each scrambling out of the way, terrified that the long sword in his hand might cut them down in a single stroke.

After lunch, Luca instructed Daniel to find an empty, spacious cargo hold. There were no beds set up; instead, a thick carpet was casually spread across the floor to serve as a temporary home for the kobolds.

In Room 301, Zhao Yun was not singing. Instead, he sat on the sofa with his eyes closed, as if sensing something invisible.

However, the two of them were a step too slow. Even their loud shouts failed to stop the young man from putting the “Aurette Cheese Cake” into his mouth. Shutting his beak, he raised his wings to shield his eyes, unwilling to witness such a tragic sight.

Fujiwara Shuao’s expression stiffened. Zhen Qian could not go to Kyoto; the songstress who came with him was also barred from entering Kyoto. The situation left both sides in an awkward impasse.

“Second, you imprisoned my parents for more than a decade. That is a grudge I cannot leave unavenged. Among you, those who orchestrated that operation ten years ago must give me an answer,” Shen Yi said, his face darkening.

Like a man who hadn’t eaten in days, Qiao Lei devoured over a dozen steamed buns in just a few bites. He drained a whole bottle of water in one go, finally regaining his composure.

Wang Lun walked up to the iron bars, took out a key from his pocket and handed it to the gatekeeper. The gatekeeper unclipped a key from his belt, joined the two keys together, and inserted them into the lock. With a “clack,” the lock opened.

At these words, Jiang Ziya’s face lit up with joy. He hurried to greet Daoist Lu Ya alongside Ju Liusun. Meanwhile, Yu Yuan, bound by the Immortal-Binding Rope, instantly fell silent upon hearing Lu Ya’s name.

Negotiations between Zhen Qian and Fujiwara Shuao were grueling. If Zhen Qian hadn’t threatened that time was running out, Fujiwara Shuao would likely have continued to stubbornly refuse to lease even a ten-mile stretch of Nagasaki to the maritime merchants.

“Hello. Is there a young man named Xiao Yunfan staying here?” At the fourth hotel, Zhang Yun immediately approached the front desk to inquire.

The Dowager Consort Jingyi asked indifferently, though she could more or less guess the truth. The Grand General’s loyalty to the court was beyond question; if he was seeking Fu Yuejun and Zhao Yanqiu, it was sure to be about the restoration.

When Carson, the substitute from Sanwang Heavy Industries, took the field, he initially attracted little attention. But after Hongyan High School switched out Nan Mu only to bring him back, the spectators who were preparing to leave sat down again.

“How strange. How did he manage it?” Hisai leapt into a tree, scanning the surroundings from above, but saw nothing other than the traces left by the swift sparrows themselves.

Fu Yuejun cast a nonchalant glance at Jin Tingxiao, ladled herself a bowl of soup, and stirred the crystalline broth gently, her features growing gradually somber.

Gao Ting saw what was happening and recognized the hint. He shifted his gaze to Gao Songyun, who, head down and absorbed in his phone, completely ignored them.

Zhang Le gave his consent, only now realizing that even in the World’s Most Formidable Berserker Spirits, there were blade- and sword-type berserkers, and now they could take human form as well.

She crouched in front of her son with a haughty air, glaring at the drooling husky beside her, wishing she could send it flying with a single kick.

Experience proves that even the thickest patches of human skin cannot withstand frequent, continuous friction.

Beads of sweat dotted Lu Tianyi’s forehead. He had not unleashed his Blood Arrow for at least nine years, and this one had severely depleted his vital energy. He was unwilling to speak further, decisive as ever in matters of life and death.

The dire situation left Pang Tong deeply worried, even regretting his earlier arrogance in proposing to send reinforcements to Wancheng.

Su Mingyue clutched Lin Zhen’s clothes nervously, her whole body trembling. With Lin Zhen’s breath warm against her face, she dared not meet his eyes, slowly closing her own.

The Eastern Governor’s Office covered vast territory, many parts of which required heavy garrisons. For example, the oasis currently housing the Grand Protectorate of Anxi under Jin, commanded by Khan Er Abudu, was home to over a hundred thousand elite troops, long stationed in the six major fortresses. This oasis was not among the fifteen previously mentioned.

This latest volley of arrows claimed the lives of more than a dozen Yellow Turban cavalrymen. Enraged, the Yellow Turban riders gave desperate chase, only to see the enemy cavalry draw closer to the town, cross a trench, and vanish behind an earthen wall.

Xue’er Xia approached, brimming with joy, but never expected to encounter such a scene. Caught off guard, she froze at the doorway, stunned and at a complete loss.

Whenever recruiting disciples, the Immortal Sect would send envoys to observe at the other six sects, secretly making comparisons. The Wanyuan Immortal Sect was no exception, though this year’s contest involved the sealing grounds, which made it a special case.

Children with red ribbons tying their hair into high ponytails ran barefoot, chasing one another with sweet-and-sour candies in their mouths.

This time, the bets on the War God Arena reached into the trillions. Losing ten billion to himself was nothing.

The Black God Soul was pleased by Ancestor Yuhua’s deference and, with an air of pride, dissipated into a black mist, returning to Di Chongxiao’s heart.

“Where is she?” Struggling to suppress the fury within, Chen Fangping did his best to keep his temper in check before asking coldly. But how could Louise possibly reveal it?

Lin Yu could not hear this exchange and had no idea why Li Tiantong was frowning, mistakenly thinking something else had gone wrong and quickly asking about it.

Startled, Lin Yu looked around in alarm, only to discover nobody nearby. “Where did that voice come from?” he wondered aloud.

Lyon’s eyes brimmed with tears as he gently patted Lazrov’s shoulder, as if offering silent comfort. Fide had not expected two people of similar age to form such an instant bond. He dismissed his attendants, leaving only himself in the room.

Ji Shasha’s temper was something Chen Mo knew well. If she met Anny now, things would hardly end with a simple interrogation.

With that, she stuck out her tongue at the man in white, made a funny face, and darted behind Elder Li.

Suddenly, Chen Fangping’s grip loosened, and Yixia distinctly felt herself falling, the wind biting cold against her cheeks.

“You are, by far, the worthiest opponent I have ever faced.” Even Tian Xie, a martial king, could not help but sigh. Ever since mastering the Asura Seal, the old man had urged him to leave his seclusion. Yet, although he had learned such a formidable killing technique, he had never truly unleashed it in full.

Jianshishou slowly approached the great tree. The closer he got, the more intensely he felt the spatial magic surging—Saint-level power. Although he still could not fully wield it, it was a crucial boost to his strength. He seemed to sense a kindred force in its presence.