Chapter 63: Pastries

Fa Zheng did not feel offended by Liu Zhang's cold treatment. After all, his own lord had indeed acted somewhat lacking in righteousness this time, and he himself had betrayed Liu Zhang to pledge allegiance to another. It was their side that had wronged the other first; how could he possibly feel angry about this slight? He had no qualification to feel angry at all.

No one could play hide-and-seek with Ye Wudao in the dark. Lengfeng the shadow was born to bloom a light in the night even darker than the darkness itself.

"Hehe, I've never encountered such a critical situation before. Boss, can you see clearly what's on the dam?" Liu Neng asked curiously.

Simon's critique was indeed of a very high standard. This remark elicited a burst of cheers from the audience at the scene, while simultaneously plunging Harley and her mother backstage into gloomy expressions, making them feel that tonight's competition would not be easy.

In the sky, unnoticed, three milky-white Covenant starships appeared, maintaining that characteristic style of elegance tinged with gentleness.

Rinley immediately scooped up both Fuweili and Lin Xin in his arms, one in each, and bolted like flying toward his air shuttle parked not far away.

Ye Wudao nodded indifferently. Having been out of touch with the piano for too long, the moment he sat down before it, he inevitably found himself yearning for Murong Xuehen in the distance. The longing he usually suppressed managed to flood his mind all at once, plunging his mood into an unavoidable sense of desolation and leaving him entirely unresponsive to Su Xishui's enthusiasm.

"This time, Green Gang second-in-command Liu Wei, Hong Hall master Wei Zhenguo, and other major gang leaders from Shanghai will all attend this banquet to which both the underworld and the righteous factions have been invited. Many Shanghai gangs have vaguely expressed their hope to unite with the Crown Prince this time to quell this rebellion," a black-clad middle-aged man ahead reported respectfully.

"Then, if France is willing to purchase them, how soon can your esteemed country deliver the goods?" the French special envoy continued to ask.

At this juncture of life and death, West Qin Star, which had always looked down upon East Zhou Star, made a decision that would stink for eternity and welcomed the wolf into the house: with near-unanimous consent, they allied with the demon realm to jointly resist East Zhou Star.

She had not expected Fang Yan to have such a violent reaction to the high altitude. At this moment, all his previous excitement had vanished.

However, Daoist Beiming's words gave him some ideas. With a pat on his waist, he retrieved the Falling Star Stone—which he had stashed away in his universe bag ever since leaving the capital—and presented it with a lowered head.

"It's just that you aren't in the country and don't understand the domestic market. You just need to listen to me; as for the rest, I hope you two will cooperate well," Director Gu shook his head and said.

In the fraction of a second, a dignified tier-four alchemist was filled with extreme shock. He hurriedly discarded his storage pouch, waved his hand to seal off the meridians throughout his body, and then swallowed seven or eight bottles of medicinal pills. However, his cultivation power was still draining away until he sealed his own cultivation base, which barely managed to stem the loss.

Upon first hearing the news, a furious Zhao Wujing ordered the dismissal of fleet commander Zhang Zhizhong and referred him to a military tribunal for trial.

Although Silla and Baekje possessed gold and silver mines, limited by smelting and mining techniques, they were far inferior to Great Qi. To these common folk, a meager one or two taels of scattered silver was already the greatest wealth they had ever seen in their lives, and they had long since cast previous matters to the winds.

When Director Cui and the other turned to leave, Park In-jung discussed it with the man by the sound system and agreed.

Without the piccolo's urging, the active brain bug gradually returned to a dormant state, and the bodyguards were finally freed from their agony.

He was indeed pondering a matter, and in truth, ever since shaking hands with that Yang Qi just now, the man's words had been endlessly revolving in his mind.

Li Anjin lowered his head to look at Shen Mo, who had suddenly become adorable, and remained silent. Shen Mo assumed Li Anjin was still angry and had no idea what else to say, her mind constantly racing over how to explain certain things to him.

Namikaze Minato sat to the side, smiling gently, but upon closer inspection, that smile seemed to lack its usual warmth of sunshine.

He remembered that the surgeon who operated on him was Linda. Linda was around the same age as him yet even more capable. He had heard that she specialized in this field of aesthetic surgery, which was why she had achieved such success. Back then, he had thought his face would be ruined forever, but Linda had saved him.

Leng Dianchen had never been this calm before. Could it be that he felt so at ease letting An Ruoran go find Moling Ran?

For some reason, he had an illusion that this chief director and chief planner, Su Nan, was none other than the young founder of that bizarre company he had met today, Su Nan.

Viewed from his angle, Luo Tianyi was clearly smiling, yet it gave people a chilling sensation.

"Want to run? Still pretty smart." He saw that the escape route was extremely bizarre; he dodged east and darted west as if playing hide-and-seek. He probably realized Wang Heng's strength just now and knew that running in a straight line would result in being chased down and crushed by brute force.

For some reason, I truly could not care less about Chen Jie's words right now.

Perhaps having just awakened from a profound dream, she was only now beginning to re-accept the world before her.

If Prince Ding were to arrive shortly, absolutely no inappropriate expressions must be allowed to show on his face.

Out of that half, only twenty thousand were capable combat soldiers; the rest were mere "head-counts" consisting of craftsmen, slaves, and rough laborers auxiliary to city-building and fortification construction. Still, accompanied by supplies, the procession was indeed mighty as it headed straight south.

Having been startled twice in a row, how could he possibly remain asleep? Patting his chest and looking at the two figures standing in the corridor, Shen Chu subconsciously blurted out, "Big Brother-in-law, Hengzhi, if you two aren't going in, I'm going in." Seeing that the two of them still made no move, he shook his head in utter bewilderment and hurried inside by himself.

Gu Qingyun listened with rapt attention, reciting right after Scholar He finished almost the moment the recitation ended, and stopping only when Scholar He told him to halt.

Xiao Yan felt deep grief in his heart, but even more worry for his son, continuously using his sleeve to wipe away his son's tears.