Volume 1, Chapter 27: Secret Crush

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Li Yongle’s indifferent demeanor made everyone present dismiss his words inwardly. Yet the moment Zhang Tao heard him, his expression turned grim.

The Sons of Keha were all battle-hardened veterans. Beating these pampered Federation soldiers, who had rarely experienced the fires of war, would hardly be difficult.

Just as Niu Susu touched the guest, the guest extended an arm and pulled her into his embrace.

Qiu Qianda was still crouched on the ground with his head in his hands. When he heard Tieshan’s voice, his face changed dramatically, and then his body began to tremble violently.

Wang Jingtian truly could not bear to watch any longer and wanted to step forward to say something. But the instant he saw his first wife’s sharp gaze, he immediately lost his nerve and could not utter a word.

Once the Battle Spirit of the Qin Tomb emerged, no one except the Tomb Guardian Lord would remain under its protection.

After what had just happened, Xie Wuji could not help feeling a faint trace of regret. But now that matters had come to this, he could not hesitate any longer. Otherwise, who knew what kind of torment Yu Daiyan would put him through next?

This year’s Tiandu Academy was likewise extraordinarily powerful, sweeping to victory in the Northern Theater Tournament.

That thought was immediately rejected. The other party was merely a young boy—how could he possibly be compared with Grandfather?

Alia’s eyes narrowed slightly, as though she already knew what Aisifa intended to do. With a single step of the Flame Void Step, she pursued him while taking advantage of the momentum.

He had come here three times already. The first was when he was sealed away as the heir to the throne, brought here by the previous emperor. The second was when he was crowned emperor. The third was this occasion.

“Then why didn’t you say so earlier? If you had, I could have entered this inner space to cultivate sooner.” Chen Hao sounded dissatisfied.

He had originally believed that, with the power of Zhu Zu and Mo Shang, along with Ji Xueqi’s presence, the matter would be absolutely foolproof.

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Long Aotian glanced at the bidder. It was Wallace, a famous collector and socialite from the northern region of Waster. Every year, something like this happened at the Milande Auction. Regardless of what the first lot was, someone would always fight to claim it. The so-called “First Lot of Milande” series had somehow acquired a peculiar collectible value of its own.

The lone wolf let out a ferocious howl, brandished its pair of razor-sharp claws, and pounced at me.

Thus, only the Zhang family of the southern city, possessing the greatest influence, had dared to strike first, intending to uproot the Shunfeng Escort Agency completely. But no one had expected Zhang Meng’s skills to be so formidable. Sending ordinary martial artists against him had only resulted in defeat. And so, the scene before us had come to pass.

In the blink of an eye, the vines wrapped around Second Senior Brother and bound him into a ball. I heard his furious voice coming from within as he struggled desperately.

One contestant after another was eliminated. The Sea Dragon Ironstone led at sixteen thousand Netherworld Coins. The Azurefire Divine Lion Palace raised a hand, and two more golden flowers were placed beside the Ten-Thousand-Year Ice Silkworm Silk.

Immediately afterward came a sharp crack. A thunderbolt appeared out of nowhere and struck the light barrier, splitting it with several fractures. Yet Albert, standing behind it, was completely unharmed.

Zhu Tianpeng merely waved his hand, signaling to the Seven Profound Ones and the others to wait nearby. Then his brows furrowed as he opened his Imperial Eyes and looked directly toward the mountains below.

“Seeing how sincere you are, I’ll give you a doll to play with.” As he spoke, Feng Jiutian tossed out a cloth doll.

I smiled awkwardly and reached up to smooth the hair beside my ear. “Not exactly. I just always thought you were Chinese, Mr. He.” In truth, I hated the Japanese, but it would have been inappropriate to say so directly in front of someone else. I came from the modern era and had studied Chinese history.

They were countless bloodstained red beans, shining with a crystalline brilliance beneath the moonlight. The vivid blood on their surfaces had long since dried, and with the slightest rubbing, one could even see tiny fragments breaking loose and scattering in the wind.

The only people on the square were Zhu Yan and the old ancestors. The ancestral-level figures had all been assigned by Zhu Yan to guard the various checkpoints.

The old woman gazed at the scene before her. Compared with the grassland she had once known, this place was far larger, with lush water and grass. Whether for herding or cultivation, it was an excellent location.

Judging purely from his résumé, Wang Nuo’s graduation results and alma mater were weaknesses. But he had achieved a perfect score on the World Gold Institute’s Level One Analyst examination. What did that signify?

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Feng Linglang pressed his lips together. He wanted to say that this was war, and that death and injury were perfectly normal. But when he saw the despondent face of the person in his arms, he could not bring himself to speak.

The car window slowly lowered, revealing Mu Yichen’s handsome face before her like a specter in the night. “Agree to marry me, and I’ll let you get in.” His tone was utterly casual.

She even gave a playful blink. Shangguan Erya looked as though she meant well, yet she had frightened Shangguan Zhitiao into a cold sweat.

The moment the warm sensation arrived, Yehua could not help letting out a long sigh of relief. The person he had been thinking of this time was right in front of him. Seeing Hua Xuanji’s shy expression, Yehua wished he could swallow her whole in a single bite.

“The new sovereign has ascended the throne, and the enthronement ceremony is complete. From this day forth, I shall be the Retired Supreme Emperor! You ministers may discuss state affairs with your ruler.” Emperor Ruizong delivered these instructions, then extended his right hand and, leaning on an attendant, departed with trembling steps.

The deputy village chief, the farmers, and the newly recruited laborers all stood nearby in a daze, unsure what work to find.

“Good! I never expected you, Jelson, to actually have something valuable. You tossed out such a precious silver-grade enhancement scroll without hesitation. But Bray, I’m not inferior either. Bless me!” Another tall, lean man threw back his head and shouted with laughter.

Everyone present was drawn to the scene. It was as if a black hole had opened before them. They stared at the two people fighting onstage. Fu Qing and Li Fei had already exchanged many blows, each winning and losing in turn. Neither had gained a decisive advantage, and both of their health bars had fallen slightly. They had also formed a rough assessment of their opponent’s strength.

The instant Xia Jie landed, a rustling sound came from a corner nearby. After a brief moment of stiffness, Xia Jie immediately became fully alert and turned his head slightly. Although the aura around him concealed him as much as possible, he was not an invisible man from a science-fiction film.

Having seized control of the entire Yellow River and the numerous commanderies stretching for hundreds of miles along its banks, how could defenses be established everywhere? When resistance seemed to have lost almost all meaning and the various commanderies of Weinan were gripped by terror, a piece of news arrived—news that shocked the entire world.

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