Chapter 137: All of You, Die

But the next second, the bald man was overcome with total panic, for the bottle he had shot had burst open, erupting into a massive fireball.

"Damn it! What the hell is this? Biao, run!" The three of them didn't hesitate for a second, but it was already too late. Around them, five or six more fires...

Meiguo bit her lip gently, feeling a pang of sorrow for him. To be a ruler of a nation yet have no heir—what a painful existence that must be.

"Traveling at such a pace, they must be heading straight for Lanzhou Prefecture. At this rate, they'll take it in less than a month," the old soldier remarked.

Lin Feng waved his hand and dismounted. By then, Zhou Peigong had already received word and was waiting in the distance alongside Li Guangdi, who had arrived earlier. Seeing Lin Feng approach, the officials knelt in unison to pay their respects.

Xue Yuehen held her halberd horizontally, bracing against the body of the Azure Dragon. With a thunderous boom, she was sent crashing down; the first exchange was a swift and decisive defeat. She was slammed into the earth, leaving behind her halberd, which had snapped in two.

He had intended to send someone to fetch Yuan Feng, but reconsidered, thinking it improper. He decided he should personally visit his benefactor. Fan Liangchen ordered a carriage prepared and headed for the livestock market in the south of the city, where the horse traders usually stayed.

Jian Liang said, "Hero Huang, please do not harass Miss Lan any further. Just let me return to Wuchang Prefecture tomorrow." Upon hearing this, Princess Lanling cast a grateful smile toward Jian Liang. Seeing this, Jian Liang hurriedly turned his head away.

"So that’s it!" Lin Feng felt relieved. He patted Rick’s shoulder with a touch of guilt, then, struck by a sudden thought, leaped onto his horse and galloped to high ground. He shouted orders for all battalions to assemble at the foot of the hill.

Though he could not understand the language, Wang Yu could grasp the meaning of the gestures, which seemed to tell him to wrap the square cloth around his private parts. If that was the case, it was manageable enough. Wang Yu took off his clothes and placed everything into the basket.

He could almost smell the aroma of his mother’s cooking. Wang Yu perked himself up, reminding himself that safety comes first.

Jing Qi had already seen the imperial edict posted a few days prior. Sima Qing had issued a decree to depose the emperor and had imprisoned Sima Yu in the dungeon. His current injuries, no doubt, had been sustained while in captivity.

Seeing that they were surrounded and that Yu Moxing had caught up, the man was not afraid; instead, he curled his lips into a faint smile.

A sensation like an electric shock surged through his entire body. Zhao Yan’s last shred of consciousness was the flash of lightning that streaked past the corner of his eye.

Still, well, he truly hadn’t expected his wife’s body to be so vastly different from what he usually saw. Tsk, did this mean—ahem—that he had hit the jackpot? And a major one at that?

The Mad Scholar laughed, "You may tell them that I made my escape while they were undressing, swaying left and right. As for those laughable ninjutsu techniques of yours, I don't hold them in any regard." As he spoke, the Mad Scholar let out a hearty, long-absent laugh.

The drawing of lots finally began. People walked toward the front, where a wooden box containing paper slips sat on the platform. The students lined up, each taking a slip and handing it to the registry station in front.

"That’s all I need to hear. I’ll throw caution to the wind and go crazy with you, my lady," Yu Moxing said with a grin.

After weighing the sachet, Hua Shangxue climbed down from the tree. In a corner, she picked up a strip-shaped stone, tied it to the cord of the sachet, and gave it a toss. The weight was just right.

The King, the Queen, and the Prince looked at one another in silence, then solemnly placed their hands on their heads and gently lifted them off.