Chapter 57: Don’t Ask Me Why My Skirt Is So Short—Blame It on Duan Mucheng
This stop was drawing to a close, so the staff prepared a banquet at the largest hotel, inviting all the guests to gather there.
“Mu Cheng, Le Xi, these are your clothes.”
The staff handed a suit and a long dress to Duan Mu Cheng and Le Xi respectively.
[Mu is so handsome in a suit. I declare that Mu is the most dashing man in formal wear.]
[Can the flower be taken off? Is it absolutely necessary? Someone who doesn’t know might think Duan Mu Cheng is getting married.]
Click. She naturally didn’t want to miss the chance to defeat her opponent, but there was no time—outside, the Heavenly Thunder Sect still needed her to fend off disaster.
She walked over to Qin Lan’s side. Lin Feng placed both hands on Qin Lan’s shoulders. “Are you feeling unwell lately?” As someone who once ranked number one in the underground world, Lin Feng wasn’t an expert in medicine, but he was quite adept at treating sprains and similar injuries.
Even though he’d closed all the windows, daytime rest was never as sweet as sleep at night. He would wake five or six times in a day, and it always took a long while before he could fall asleep again.
The sound seemed unusually intense today. After a bolt of lightning struck down, the flying sword, momentarily shaken, steadied itself once more and slashed at the sphere of thunder and lightning.
She had never imagined that when she went to ransom the captive, the boss would tell her the person had already been sold again.
“That’s tragic! Aren’t you going to look for them?” Xuan Tian asked in confusion. If it were him, he would traverse the ends of the earth to reclaim his body.
Some felt joy or sorrow at the rankings, but the most unexpected was Lin Yu. After searching thoroughly and confirming there was no one else with the same name, Chen Pengfei concluded that Lin Yu’s score must be wrong.
Lin Feng, having raced abroad in the past, knew that underground organizations usually required cash for races. So he had come prepared today, bringing a considerable amount of money.
Entering the palace with Nan Chengyao, they arrived at the Palace of Clear Harmony. The emperor had not yet arrived; only the princes waited there.
The box was so intricate. Jiang Yuhe, who had felt his resolve wavering, immediately regained his determination.
All these factors led Chen Chufan to make his journey to Han Island and also made him one of the most popular singers there. So it was no surprise that Chen Chufan was welcomed so warmly at the airport.
A blind cat catching a dead mouse? Everyone was stunned, unable to grasp what Wu Zejiang meant.
Before Zhuang Biyun could respond, Wang Sancai had already brought her before the black and white vulture. The next moment, he pulled the trigger of the Black Dragon Cannon.
“This guy... still can’t make up his mind.” On the city wall, watching Leng Xuan’s actions, Zhang Yu shook his head and sighed. Though Leng Xuan’s attack looked fierce, he hadn’t harmed his opponent’s life—only knocked them unconscious.
Qin Hu and Qin An hunched against the wind, running out from the camp, their feet pounding through heavy snow.
“Huh! Strange, the patient’s pulse is normal, completely without any abnormality.” Listening to the pulse, Wang Zhi frowned; it was the first time he’d encountered such a situation.
He himself had not yet left the mortal world. As long as he didn’t kill innate masters, or use his great power to change major events or interfere in the kingdom’s disputes, he wouldn’t be violating his creed.
Perhaps his intentions had been noticed by those above; the company grew wary of Liao Yuancheng. Even when he went to Goose City to guide Sha Zihao in technique, they sent He Jing as his assistant. On the surface, she was there to help, but in reality, she was there to supervise him.
He shook his head, unable to worry about so much. Lü Bu brandished the Fangtian Halberd, shouted loudly, “Pursue!” and charged ahead. The cavalry followed close behind, relentlessly chasing after the fleeing enemy troops.