Chapter 73
As the general manager of South China Airlines, Luo Changsheng truly did not know what to say anymore, seeing that he could not even handle such basic matters.
“You said you wanted to wash up, didn’t you?” Xu Rongrong, in her innocent way, raised her hand and pushed Zhan Yiyang, still asking. Zhan Yiyang paid no heed, laughing as he kissed Xu Rongrong, already beginning to remove what he considered the obstructive clothes from her body.
Thinking about his own offspring, who had managed to hide the truth from his partner for three years, and even joined her in passionate protests and demonstrations, Zhu Yifeng was genuinely speechless.
A dozen minutes later, Chi Xiaoyi arrived as well. Upon learning what had happened, he felt nothing but a sense of sorrow—no other emotion stirred within him. Perhaps this was what people meant by karma.
After the five brothers of the Yun family departed, they hurried to the Rising Sun Mercenary Group. Upon hearing that Zi Qing had appeared in the Boundless Forest and might be in danger, the entire group mobilized.
Xun Ruoliu paused, her brows tightly furrowed. Yes, these past few days she had been consumed by self-pity, never considering to look for him. In the past, it was always he who chased after her, begged her. Why couldn’t the roles be reversed now, with her pursuing him?
“Steward Wang, give me the key to the underground wine cellar!” Lu Xia spoke unsteadily, still panting.
“Aunt Ling, you should eat too.” Dong Yan politely pushed the plate closer to Nan Ling, casting a deliberate glance at Bei Sha.
The “Polar Bear” proved formidable, leading competitors from Belarus, Ukraine, and other countries in a fierce counterattack, defeating the “Uncle Sam” joint team. Of course, it was a pyrrhic victory—Russia’s team paid dearly, with only the Russian representative surviving, all other allies “wiped out.”
Chi Xiaoyi’s fists clenched at his pant seam, his gloomy gaze locked onto Ye Chenghan, searching for any sign of reluctance or sorrow in Ye Chenghan’s expression, but ultimately he was disappointed.
His shop was filled with items from the Wood Residence, but agate prayer beads were exceedingly rare—there was only this one strand.
Fortunately, when this battle erupted, Ao Kui immediately reported the matter to the capital via carrier woodbird. Upon learning of it, the Blue Eagle Emperor promptly sent reinforcements along various routes to support the Mechanical Village.
When the two sides met, there was little conversation. Chen Yang drew a baseball bat from his coat and swung it at Cui Hanyu. Their people intermingled, and in an instant, curses, shouts, and cries of pain resounded endlessly.
Lin Bin responded with a smile and immediately unleashed his own martial arts. It was, after all, an exchange.
Fang Huiya could not understand why her father had struck her. Covering her face, she stared wide-eyed and incredulous at Fang Yuntian.
The blade, wrapped in flames, tore Sun Shaobing’s flesh, slashed his palm, the fire licking angrily, emitting a burnt stench. The blade left Sun Shaobing’s skin bloody and raw, his agonized screams echoing as he rolled on the ground.
For example, Zhao Yiyi would ask Xu Ran, “If Liang Da and I fell into the water, who would you save first?”
He wanted to become stronger, to live up to his name and be the best in the world—only then would he feel safe. But now, he had ruled out both the Sunflower Manual and the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual, the two most elite martial arts.
“After such an incident, how could I not come? Someone actually dared to plot against my cousin right under my nose—this matter cannot be left unresolved!” Xiao Jingyu, hearing that Song Yiyi had not yet been found, felt a mixture of disappointment and anger.
“That wretch, she actually dares to come!” Zhu’er was so furious, her eyes bulged as she watched Liu Xinhe flaunt her kindness on the roadside, her emotions fluctuating, eyes glaring round.
“All right, stop talking. How is Wanqing?” Gu Meng inquired about Lu Wanqing.
Finally, beneath the incredulous gazes of the three, Bu Yunsheng cleared the table, devouring enough food for at least ten people in a single sitting.
But in truth, it was not so. According to the trajectory, this shot would undoubtedly graze Chitong’s cheek and pierce his own head.
Eight hundred people of the Fang family stronghold were besieged by more than two thousand attackers, and it was a premeditated assault. Not only was there a three-sided attack, but also archers in the towers. The Fang family’s people fell one by one, Xu Dawang’s heart aching as he watched his brothers collapse.
She lowered her head as she spoke, remembering that Song Yiyi had instructed her not to let Xiahou Ce know she had gone to the kitchen, lest he start complaining again.
Later, she said she needed the bracelet, otherwise, her body and soul would become mismatched, and she would gradually die.
If it were merely a friendship, then by analogy, they could not have uttered such noble words.
Tian Jiao, initially ready to get angry, was reminded and checked himself, finding that the nauseating feeling in his stomach had suddenly subsided.
This was a style unfamiliar to her, a tone she did not recognize. Yet even so, she could not deny that she recognized this handwriting.
“You’re too direct.” Li Yibing, who had always intended to remain silent regarding Tian Jiao’s words and actions, could not help but gently offer a reminder.
“Let’s tie the horses over there and eat together.” Qin Xiaotian turned his face, looking at the silent middle-aged man.
Men like him were truly dangerous, hiding deadly intent. Qin Xiaotian thought, this time a real master had appeared. Qin Xiaotian had spent years in the Bathing Sect, encountering many cultivators, but never such an unfathomable, hidden expert.
Nine riders mounted their horses at once, the grand procession heading toward the palace. Crowds lined the way, eager to glimpse the appearance of the palace exam candidates and share in their luck. Zhao Fuxin, seeing so many people watching him for the first time, felt nervous, but pride prevailed.