Chapter 55

The general nearly pleaded with tears in his voice. Seeing the loyal general’s earnest advice, Zhu Yanbin shed two clear tears, nodded, then turned back into the room and sat down for several days.

That black cat was terrifying—a dreadful demon in his eyes—yet it was swiftly devoured in just a few moves, utterly savage.

He had to wait until the entire front line was engaged in battle before entering the fray; otherwise, if he acted prematurely, the warship and ground forces would likely retreat immediately.

Seeing Li Xiang’s pleading expression, Wu Qi softened, sighed, and begrudgingly pulled out an identification card from his bag, handing it over to the officer holding the photo.

The black cat grew anxious and lunged forward, biting Bai Yuanhao’s spiritual form, then howled softly while trying to drag him out.

Before entering seclusion, Li Mo declined Luoluo’s company and instructed her to stay close to Nangong Hao and meticulously record every spirit stone earned.

Before they reached the door, Li Xiang and Su Yuhan heard shouting and crying from Fan Jing’s house. They exchanged glances, sighed simultaneously, and though reluctant, mustered courage to knock.

“Sister Duan, I toast you. I just borrowed your prestige downstairs—hope you don’t mind.” Zhang Tianyi opened the white liquor on the table, poured a third of a glass for Duan Rushuang, then filled his own glass to the brim and downed it in one gulp.

Whenever she tried to plant trees on the ground to form a domain, the Immortal King of the Ji family would forcibly intervene, using spiritual power to blast all the trees around, leaving Liu Ling’s abilities nowhere to manifest.

“If it’s truly made, then our Tusi soldiers should have it too!” Gao Antai was radiant. Recently, he had made great achievements in the struggle against the anti-D and anti-GM factions led by Zhu Zhishen, Zhu Pingxing, Chen En, and Liu Jinzong, earning many rewards.

Not to mention, the challenger’s marksmanship was quite good, holding out until the twenty-sixth shot before making a mistake—the balloon remained unpopped.

Now, she was placed in Antai Palace, closest to Guanghe Hall, which was no less grand in scale and boasted even better scenery.

She did not address him as Your Majesty or King, but casually said “have some tea,” prompting Xue Wanyu to glance at her.

She then took a porcelain bottle containing black powder; after sprinkling it, the black silver needle turned red.

Due to the extreme difficulty and stringent prerequisites, no one had ever mastered it.

Yet the Empress Dowager, despite the death of her husband and her eldest son being killed by the second, showed only signs of aging but never broke down or fell ill.

In Murong Jianyu’s understanding, it was the first time the ancient abbot spoke this way; he was always one to keep his word and never said, “Just treat it as me playing dirty.”

“The manor has been busy these days, with red posters everywhere. After all these years, I never thought someone would want me,” Rong Yun suddenly mocked herself.

“By the way, where’s that girl Shuyan?” Wu Jufen, feeling her purpose achieved, was in better spirits. Though her son was not obedient, he dared not openly defy her, so she asked in a gentle tone about the unwanted burden she disliked.

Early October weather was sunny with moderate temperatures, extremely comfortable.

This so-called abandoned factory housed over a dozen plastic bag blowing machines, all looking new, with piles of colorful, chaotic plastic bags nearby.

Perhaps from recent exhaustion, once idle, Li Jiayan gazed at the empty courtyard and found herself lost in thought.

Song Jiao’s tears, once trapped in her eyes, no longer knew whether to fall.

He arrived at the entrance of the Red and White Ceremony Shop for fishing fat fish, where the familiar creaking chair awaited, and the familiar sound of the Landlord game echoed from above.

But if she told Shen Huai that she was the one supporting him, he would be even more furious.

They knew the two alone might not succeed, so they brought villagers along to help recruit others if needed.

A soft touch pressed against Qi Ze’s lips, stirring his heart like a feather brushing it, his cold eyes flickering slightly.

“No, no, Auntie, please save me, give me one more chance!” Lu Zheng cried out pale-faced, tears streaming.

He cursed, then reached out to strike Shen Nuo, but she grabbed his arm, bent her knee, and struck his abdomen fiercely, then flipped him onto the ground.

These days, Lin Meng was busy following up on Song Shifeng’s case; the final judgment was near, and much remained to be done.

As Xia Geng spoke, the blood in his eyes suddenly surged uncontrollably.

Ding Ziling prided himself on his martial talent, matching Yang Yanchuan. Since Yang had gained much from this battle, Ding would not let him have all the glory, especially after the pure martial exchange just now. Even the defeated Yamamoto Hikaru would improve after his seclusion.

Risk brings challenge; challenge brings reward. Liu Yiming loved to seek fortune through peril. After weighing pros and cons repeatedly, he decided to advance his life plan and set up a profitable shop in Paper Capital. Before the troops move, supplies must be secured. Every step of Liu’s plan depended on financial support.

“What kind of attitude is that? Come on, Qipeng, judge for me—isn’t that girl going too far? Hmph, if you make me angry, I’ll leave now and drive her crazy!” Lan Tian complained bitterly.

Seeing Sofia’s refusal, Xu Qing proposed a solution, but Sofia rejected it immediately.

Though the Nine Palaces Hall was nearly abandoned, its overall framework remained. Many decaying main halls were filled with old items and broken clay statues of gods.