Volume 1, Chapter 68: Invitation

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The Spring Festival had passed, and everyone returned to their original tracks, embarking on a new year of life.
Seeing Senior Brother Li beside her looking at her, she couldn't help but slightly knit her delicate eyebrows. Yet this only made her look even more stunning, leaving Senior Brother Li next to her almost dumbstruck.
However, anyone who had dealings with Ge Yueying understood that she was merely finding an excuse; she simply valued Zhang Shaozhuo far too much.
Scorching hot, but it could not stop. Zhang Shaozhuo endured the pain beneath his feet, moving forward step by step. Every single step was a trial of agony, yet if he failed to take these steps, he could be swallowed by the boundless sea of fire at any moment, losing all hope completely. Zhang Shaozhuo refused, nor could he afford to give up; he had to persevere.
This kind of imposing aura was not something anyone could possess at will; it was a supreme aura that could only be forged after countless battles and emerging undefeated.
Following Hatsune, the Twelve Holy Maidens of the Phantom Sound Pavilion, the Muse group, and other artists appeared one after another, driving the atmosphere of the entire venue to its peak.
Yuan Yan looked at Gao Fei, Wan Ling'er looked at Gao Fei, and the others all looked at Gao Fei as well... All of them wanted to see how Gao Fei would deal with Big Beard Xue.
"That's right, Great King Bear indeed has two golden cores within his body: one glowing with golden light, the other pitch-black; one brimming with rich spiritual energy, the other containing terrifyingly potent poison," the monkey slowly said.
Originally, Cao Yue was just speaking casually, but after saying it, his heart lit up. Could things really be this way?
The losses were too massive, simply too massive. Nearly two regiments of imperial warriors had all perished in this mission.
At this juncture, Zhao Chengqi, the head of the Imperial Clan Court of the Zhao family, personally visited the Prince Su's Mansion to request an audience with Prince Su, Zhao Zongxian.
Heaven knows what thoughts would run through Ye Haojun's mind if he knew he was currently being tossed into a carriage like a toy by Mo Song.
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"I have some ties to your Chu family! And I admire the backbone shown by your Chu family descendants just now! I will slay these bandit soldiers for you! However, if you cannot immediately tell me where Chu Zihua is right now, my next strike will take your life without a moment's hesitation!" Long Xing said coldly, staring at Chu Diyang.
Upon hearing this, Du Xianliang actually seemed to heave a sigh of relief: Xie Ai was still somewhat honest and did not try to brush him off.
In the present Western Chu, Emperor Tianyuan Xiang Yun was already advanced in years, and the princes of the Xiang family lacked any standout figures. The sole remaining pillar of the state, Han Dang, had even been angered to death by Zhao Xian. Today's Western Chu was plagued by a withered economy and a stagnant imperial court, and this border raid was nothing more than the Western Chu's final struggle.
Generally speaking, the blade light and waves of a Blade-Wielder possessed greater destructive power—meaning attack strength—than real ocean waves. Even the poorest attack of an adult would never fall short of that of an infant.
Therefore, the evil gods were naturally well aware of the undercurrents among the mountain barbarians, including Bai Tianxing and the messages he spread.
I was far too familiar with this look of his. Whenever he had something difficult to voice, he would always face me just like this.
Lan Huohuo and Ah Xiong had also long since stopped fighting by this time. After all, their skirmish held little meaning; the truly crucial figures were Mo Song and Qian Lili.
The next day, the Great Chu caravan's trade in Yuanjing continued in full swing, and Yuliuming was dragged out of his official residence by Shui Roubing early in the morning.
No one spoke. Whether it was Chen Qiu and the others monitoring the situation from several kilometers away, or Feng Chen himself, both sides remained completely silent. Yet within this quiet atmosphere, a palpable and oppressive tension was easily felt.
A man's faint smile. A man's indifference. A man's heartlessness... flashed across her mind like fleeting clouds. Everything seemed to have happened just yesterday. Danxia realized that matters concerning him were still remembered by her with such vivid clarity. One by one, piece by piece, her heart would still ache.
Taking advantage of the blue paper figure's struggle, it burst entirely into flames, which in turn ignited the red paper figure. However, since the blue paper figure caught fire first, by the time it was reduced to ashes, a third of the red paper figure was still burning. With a thought from Lin Yang, the red paper figure flashed back into the palm of his hand.
Unexpectedly, this bunch of scoundrels was instantly cowed by Qin Caixia. They looked at each other in dismay, none of them daring to approach rashly.
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The surgery was quite troublesome because the bones in Zheng Hui's hand were completely shattered, while the other two required plaster casts, bone setting, and intravenous drips. By the time everything was finished, dawn had already broken.
"Sigh~ I really regret not buying a house. Now that I have a great beauty following me around, we don't even have a place if we want to get intimate. I might as well find a hotel." Guan Bing helplessly took Mei and checked into the Qingdao Hotel.
Night descended slowly. Following her elder sister's words, Lin Rouji's swollen eyes gradually narrowed, and eventually, a venomous smile appeared on her face.
"I haven't decided yet," Guan Bing said, tilting his head to think. With neither experience nor technical skills, he truly had no idea what kind of work would make good money.
Xue Fei wanted to see Ling Zhongyuan, but lacking his exact contact information, he called Ling Ziyue instead. However, instead of asking Ling Ziyue for Ling Zhongyuan's contact info, he asked for the contact details of her mother, Wei Jun.
After waiting for about another fifteen minutes, two buses roared over, and two young men jumped out, both wearing plaid shirts and showing ruffian expressions on their faces.
"The three of you, Brother Chrysanthemum actually means no offense; he simply respects the strength you possess. After all, that is the late Huang stage, which would make one an elite presence even in Zhonghai!" the strategist hastily defended.
After speaking softly and gently to her, he had the maid lock her directly in the dungeon with heavy chains, and she remained locked away for three full years.
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