Chapter 92

Chen Xuanzhi: “???”

Am I such a lowly person?

Chen Xuanzhi, stuffed with dog food, was frozen in place for a long while, until beside him, Feng Ji cleared his throat and said:

“Brother Chen, shall we find someone else?”

Only then did Chen Xuanzhi snap out of it; he cast a complex glance at Chu Wange behind him, shook his head slightly in regret, and slowly withdrew his gaze.

Soon, they were surrounded by others.

“Brother Chen—

Lu Shuangyang had just opened his eyes when he felt the light was blinding… After a while, his eyes adjusted, and he looked down at his hand… Wasn’t that Lin Yin he was holding?

At the same time, alongside Xu Tianyun’s ascent rose the generals of each army and the leaders of factions who had pledged allegiance to him.

With no choice, everyone took their leave until all the drunken guests had departed, allowing Zheng Bafai to order men to carry Liu Zhi back to his guest room.

Qi Yu’s words were no surprise to Guan Yuan; he understood his own worth and, without much hesitation, bowed and said:

Tu Ling’er strongly agreed: That’s true—Tu Xuanzhong now treats his wife with complete obedience, if not absolute submission, then certainly fulfills every request. Even if he doesn’t consider their marital bond, he must remember you’re the mother of the Shui sisters.

“When did you receive this death card?” As Kateleen’s gaze left the note, it locked firmly onto Talon.

Compared to the leopard’s tension and fear, the white tiger appeared utterly calm; it lifted its head slightly, leapt down from the branch, and blocked the leopard’s path, swaying its body left and right. Though it made no sound, an invisible pressure, like a mountain, crushed down upon the leopard.

“What’s there to fear? Go over!” Shen Jing shoved You Jian forward, and thus You Jian stumbled and lurched to the magician’s side.

The only thing Liu Yi hadn’t expected, yet had vaguely sensed, was that on the top fifty list, he saw again the strange name: Lin Yuansi.

Leng Jiang was extremely confident—but confident on Liu Zhi’s behalf: “He said Lotus Island was not destined for this calamity, untouched by war. To annihilate my forces, they’d need Liu Zhi’s strategy.”

Seeing this scene, Liu Xiu nodded inwardly: It seemed Niujiao Town had not abandoned these refugees; they had kept their promise from yesterday.

Estimating it was nearly noon, he gritted his teeth and wrapped his hand in a towel from his satchel before continuing to chop.

Just as Liang Qian thought she was about to unleash some grand technique, she merely transformed from a clumsy fat man into a nimble fat man.

“Slap! Slap! Slap!” echoed across the vast spiritual sea, and the yin fire, caught off-guard by the sudden attack, let out continuous shrieks.

Saying this, he lightly tapped his toe and launched himself wildly toward the Si Feng beast, over a zhang tall.

Assassinating the Emperor was no trivial matter. Even if Yan Rong was a household servant of the Lin family, even if she had been bought from outside, she had been taken out from the Lin household—this matter could not be separated from them. But Yan Rong… how could she?

Warriors were most sensitive to qi signals; Shang He suddenly recalled a possibility, his eyes brightening as he eagerly sought confirmation.

Mu Qingluan’s ball of dough slipped unconsciously from her hand, fell to the ground, rolled twice, and instantly became coated in dust.

Outside the door, a bird on a tree was startled by the sudden deafening noise from the camp; it squawked and flew away with flapping wings.

She had found it strange then: Princess Huai Ci had summoned Master Ran—surely for his marriage to Princess Qi Hua—so why mention her? It was far too odd.

Meanwhile, at the Water Gate, the main force he led was still some distance from the Leaf Camp; at this pace, they would arrive later than Lei Ying’s group. Then who in the Leaf Camp would bear Ye Yue Xiong’s fury? Long Fei?