Chapter 83: The God of Gambling?

When Shu Yiming saw Vivian, the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily. At that moment, Vivian was dressed in a tight, playful outfit that accentuated her figure, especially those long, fair legs exposed to view, which made it hard for anyone to look away. As Shu Yiming approached, Vivian wasted no time, opened the car door, climbed in, and gestured for him to follow, her expression extremely grim, as if she were holding back a surge of anger.

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Prince Xiao smiled faintly. Although Emperor Hong had ordered him to kill Yun Xiyue, upon seeing her, he was moved to win her over instead. Kazama Xi nodded as well, and seeing their composure, Yun Zhe’s heart gradually calmed. As for Wei Zheng, regardless of how later generations might judge him, these people had their own standards, especially since they had once been on opposing sides.

This church, built among the first of its kind in the last century, had witnessed a glorious history. Ran Fei was speechless, but the military authority in the city was not in his hands; only the lord of the city could command the troops. Moreover, in the north were the two old fellows, Guo Xiaoke and Cheng Yaojin. Now that the north was pacified, surely you don’t think their vigilance is truly aimed at the north?

Suddenly, Xiang Chu stepped onto the Eight Trigrams, leaving layers of phantom images in place. A surge of blade intent burst forth, causing the weapons of the Black Iron Army soldiers to veer off their original paths under its influence.

The man in black said nothing, but wielded his broadsword. Shen Jiannan, enraged, struck out with both palms, their power immense. The two men in black never imagined he possessed such skill and were caught unprepared. With two palm strikes, both spat blood and slowly collapsed to the ground.

Seeing Qin Ke strike without warning, Han Bai quickly rolled back, letting his inner energy flow naturally, retreating several yards in an instant. However, Qin Ke seemed to have anticipated this; with a single step, he appeared before Han Bai, raised both hands, and struck again.

If this were still the Qin Kingdom, the captain would never dare to behave so arrogantly. The laws there were strict; even princes were punished as commoners, let alone a captain. But this was Yan Kingdom, and Fan Sui, backed by Qin, had a strong stance, which allowed the captain to act with such audacity.

Now, seeing the Third Elder still charging at him, his body suddenly convulsed uncontrollably. A hopeless fear instantly enveloped him, the murderous aura in the air spreading wildly, leaving him unable to discern where the danger lurked.

Fu Xu Bo spoke ambiguously. Lu Qiuchi frowned, thinking to himself that the Ashura Hall’s urgent summons must be for a new war. Perhaps Fu Xu Bo’s release this time was for such a purpose?

Having finished speaking, Guo Fu picked up a stone and threw it at Lin Tianyao. But Lin Tianyao suddenly stretched out his hand and caught the stone between two fingers.

“If you want him so badly, why not trade for what he cares about? He’s not limited to just one concubine,” Qiu Ziliu shouted angrily.

In her mind, she saw Nangong Ming’s handsome face; suddenly, he bared sharp teeth, becoming cold-blooded and terrifying.

With the Empress Dowager’s inquiry, everyone turned their gaze to Huawei. Some were envious, some indifferent, while others, like Yi Chan, were dumbfounded. Qing Rang’s eyes opened and closed, not looking at Huawei, but holding on to a last hope in her heart—that he still remembered their two-year promise.

She regretted bitterly. If her master found out about this upon her return, he would surely not let her off lightly, so she had no intention of lingering here a moment longer.

Looking at the elder old enough to be his grandfather, tears streaming down his dark face and the hopeful look in his eyes, Lin Xiao suddenly felt that the consequences of his decision might far exceed his imagination—a satisfaction, a sense of being needed.