Chapter 66: Face-Off on the Battlefield! Commander Fully Mobilized

“Damn, boss, you got your hair cut way too short.” After entering the office, I stared at the squad leader’s new buzz cut and grumbled at him.

The direction they stared at seemed like their slaughter ground—a field littered with corpses, where the wails and howls to follow would be the most beautiful symphony.

After a moment’s thought, Miao Chen agreed—he too wanted his wife to live a simple, peaceful life.

“Please sit.” Mr. Li gestured for them to be seated, but his eyes swept over Li Leqin, and in his cloudy old gaze flickered a hint of greed.

With red-rimmed eyes, she kicked aside the snow-dampened pillow, crying as she pulled him inside. She freed one hand and wiped her tears fiercely, stubbornly retorting.

After waving to the people above the deep well, Chen Ziyang continued carefully observing the changes in the stone pillar and stone disc. The grooves along the entire pillar had returned to their original state—his blood had clearly all been absorbed into the stone disc.

Based on Instructor Lu’s experience, he could be certain that within no time, Chu Feng, Zhu Yuanyuan, Chen Xiong, and others would overtake and leave Zhou Chengbin far behind.

The two dragons carved on the doorframe, though slightly damaged after all these years, still radiated overwhelming might—especially their four eyes, which looked utterly lifelike, brimming with spirit. These dragon heads must have been carved by Li Weidong.

The husband suspected his wife of infidelity, so he poisoned her underwear. But the killer, who had intimate relations with the victim, had also been infected by the poison—making the whole affair feel like a circular chain. Yet if both victim and killer were morally upright, could such a tragedy still occur?

Hei Zi suddenly turned his head, staring fixedly at Lei Zi, giving her such a fright she nearly jumped out of her skin—like a faceless ghost in a haunted house that had just whipped around.

“The Lin family has plenty of friends too? I don’t believe you, a local tyrant, can’t beat a passing dragon?” Gu Le said.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Like striking rotten leather—crack! Plop! The powerful blade slashed through air, cleaved the hard-wood fighting platform, snapping it into pieces. If it struck flesh and blood, even if you were a master like He Hao, as long as you had blood and flesh, you’d be severed cleanly at the waist, limbs torn off, head severed from body.

The Duke of Chu was indeed curious about his wife’s actions, but no matter how much he pressed, Yue Niang only told him to follow her instructions.

He spoke lightly, but Ling Feng, as his loyal servant, could not let it go. Yet he deeply understood how much his master valued “integrity.” Worry as he might, he knew further persuasion was useless—he sighed softly and replied, “Yes,” then vanished in a flash.

Aside from Jian Rou, He Ping had no idea that Fang Haotian and Sha Xuan had already crossed the final step—He Pao Tong was even planning in his mind how to create the perfect atmosphere for his and Haotian’s first time.

The boy who answered wore a green floral shirt and shorts, a thick necklace around his neck, and sunglasses resting on his fair skin. Though he looked like a delinquent from the outside, he was actually the more ordinary one compared to his companions.

Of course, Sun Ce’s opinion was absolutely correct. At the very least, they needed to be told the basic knowledge that bandages must be sterilized—boiled in water for a while, for instance. Hua Tuo listened with bright, fascinated eyes, asking repeatedly, “Why is that?”

Fang Haotian entered the first-floor lobby, and everyone he met still avoided him at a distance, many glaring at him with open hostility—as if they’d attack him on the spot if the timing and setting weren’t so inappropriate.

He’d been losing money for three or four years straight—truly worthy of the title “fengshui master!” Clearly just a Jianghu charlatan.

“Let’s go quickly.” After finishing her kowtow, Lian Er suddenly heard a voice in her spirit—she was overjoyed. It was her master’s voice. Her master told her to leave and had removed her restrictions—she understood instantly. Serving as a slave for a hundred years no longer counted.

“This divine artifact is called the Nine You Pagoda, once wielded by the ancient Nine You Deity, who trapped countless immortals, gods, demons, and monsters within it.” As Zijin Shenlong spoke, a faint trace of fear flickered in his eyes—hidden well, but still noticed by Li Qing.

But among masters, even the slightest mistake is unforgivable. Master Minghua would pay for his stupidity. Wang Chen, having gained the upper hand, would not let the opportunity slip—he struck instantly. As Minghua was flung backward, the Purple and Azure Swords shot forth like lightning, aiming straight for his wounded body.

Yet since entering the sea of fire, Die Er had kept frowning, as if something weighed heavily on her mind.

Seeing Shizuki Kyoumi finally yielded, Gin no longer glared coldly. He gently embraced her, stroking her back, whispering softly.

It seemed I needed to weed out a few people—not everyone deserved to hold shares in Le’s Antiques.

“Let me see, let me see,” Su Can was equally astonished and squeezed up to Xiao Qing, reaching out his large hand to tease her.

Sun Hongsheng suddenly slapped his forehead. “Right! It’s yinchen wood! Such a precious thing—you just gave it to me? It’s not fake, is it?” He especially hated being deceived with antiques and even prepared to stand up and leave.

“Hum!” Suddenly, the old man opened his eyes, and a terrifying aura erupted from him. The man waiting outside the courtyard was caught off guard and blasted backward by the force.

Or rather, her relationship with Sheng Shaozi was nowhere near close enough for her to interfere in his official affairs.

That story had demons, humans, cultivators, the netherworld, and three thousand golden Buddha statues.

I didn’t dare reach further—I instead gripped the hands clutching my head and pulled them hard away.