I Am Very Good at Arguing

Qu Wan lifted her head and looked at him. “Alright.”

The two changed into casual clothes; Jiang Zeyu wrapped himself up rather tightly. Qu Wan put on a mask, feeling it was sufficient. Just as she changed her shoes and was about to leave, Jiang Zeyu pulled her back.

“What’s wrong?”

Jiang Zeyu gazed at her, then placed his own cap on her head. “Better add a hat.”

“Oh.”

Both wore black baseball caps and went out together.

The supermarket was bustling in the evening. Jiang Zeyu pushed a shopping cart while Qu Wan walked alongside him, picking things up to examine them and then putting them back. Jiang Zeyu reached out to her—

Lian Yu looked at Qiao Luqie and said, “I just want three thousand taels of gold. If you can produce that, I’ll receive you.” Qiao Luqie was stunned, unsure where to find so much gold.

On the left, the city-climbing players were led by Xiang Yang; on the right, Tu Bao commanded his own group. Li Chenghuan, meanwhile, directed a number of elite guards from a tall building facing the city wall, coordinating the action.

At that moment, Ye Feng’s right hand felt as cold as ice, his left as hot as fire; he was truly suffering, wracked with pain. Their eyes met, and it was as if thunder struck and fire ignited—the surrounding Fusang players sensed the intense, magnetic passion erupting between the two.

Even he had only heard of the legendary Seven-Colored Immortal Elixir, and never seen anyone truly possess it.

If Yamato Sakito returned to Fusang alone, he would become a genuine lone commander, hardly able to compete with the Sapporo and Kobe Dao Masters for ultimate control of the main island.

Hong Jun cursed “brat” under his breath, then immersed his mind in the Creation Jade Disc, continuing his calculations.

“I was defeated after all!” Zhou Sicong threw his head back and laughed, his mirth tinged with sorrow, his demeanor wild and shattered by the blow.

In the distance, Tu Mei watched the two battle with a leisurely air, observing from afar and waiting for the right moment. She knew to strike at the critical point; she waited until their energies waned, until they fought to exhaustion and could not retreat, then she would suppress them in one decisive move.

Situ Ling pressed her lips together, her face pale, eyes full of disbelief. She glanced around, only to find the surrounding true men were all silent—they clearly already knew, tacitly accepting what Dao Lingxu had said.

Shifting from history to urban themes was a major change; the reason was simple: history had become dull.

Today, Qin Ye felt a thrill at the prospect of learning all of Lin Jiuniang’s secrets right here.

In the blink of an eye, the ghost fire shrouded by the water curtain passed through it, continuing to rush at Cui Bin.

With a clang, the military officer removed his helmet and threw it to the ground. Xiao Mo saw his face: sharply defined features, thick brows adding a rugged masculinity.

Even if Zhu Yunshang’s personal attendants came, they might not see Old Zhu; at most, they could greet and inquire with his attendants.

The Palace of Wind and Chu was instantly abuzz. A titled battle general? Such figures rarely appeared—what matter could prompt a personal visit?

“I wish to raise troops against the barbarians, to defend my homeland, to prevent their armies from crossing the Yellow River and invading the Central Plains. Can you advise me?” Zhao Ning asked, his voice firm and resolute.

Even using an unfamiliar instrument, Su Yuqing was confident she could surpass all other contestants in the hall.

“At this critical moment, let’s focus first on survival,” Li Cheng said.

Xiao Mo had no intention of peaceful coexistence with the Xing Kingdom, nor with the neighboring powers—all were his targets. For now, he refrained from action only because he was not yet ready to take over their territories, so he maintained a temporary peace.

Prompted by Li Zhi’s reminder, the group once more searched the skies of this divine nation world.

In the next instant, the Eyes of Dual Tribulation failed to maintain a balance with the quality of the Golden Eye, the golden eye on the forehead shattered, and a wave of energy surged around Zi Ying. Blood tears streamed from her eyes—her efforts had dissolved into nothing.

“You want to go to my era?” Lin Fang was momentarily stunned, then shook his head, rejecting Luna’s suggestion. In that instant, Luna’s expression stiffened completely.