Chapter 101

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing—if fencing were that simple, why would we bother training so hard?"

Li Qixing continued his fencing warm-up, sneering dismissively: "Legendary martial artists in wuxia novels don't exist."

If you actually believe it—especially if you believe it yourself—you'll only end up like Jiang Bao, getting slapped awake by Madam Bao and realizing you're not..."

"..." Ji Yangyang was slightly annoyed by this attitude.

"Don't be afraid, it's me—Jiujiu. I'm different from those people." She whispered softly beside his ear.

On the way, I remembered the spirit paper Ziyuan gave me; I quickly pulled out a Soul-Transcending Charm from my pocket—didn't matter if it worked, I'd try it anyway.

I stepped out of the bedroom, clenched my fists tightly, and felt a surge of murderous rage inside me.

All my generals were rotated back to Dadu, returned home—but I stayed there, and even set up my own household there.

Too much thinking gave me a headache, so I set those questions aside and headed calmly and steadily to class.

"Do you remember the person I told you about who ranks third?" He Yunlong sat down beside the bed, looking at Mai Ruisu.

Gu Jiujiu stared at this unfamiliar place; for now, she could only rely on her memory of the navigation she'd just seen to find her way.

"As we spoke, our Grand Master raised this issue; upon hearing it, Old Prince Yelü Luming burst into laughter and said: 'Since our two nations have ceased hostilities, our relations will be excellent. If your Crown Prince Yulong desires horses from our great grasslands, we shall give you one hundred thousand.'"

These past days, Hei Chenzi never left his saddle; who dared loosen their garments? He cleared thorns and brambles to dig ponds, planted elms and willows everywhere—all just to achieve even slight progress in the Heavenly Gate Array. Today, finally free, he enjoyed such tender, paired affection.

At this moment, Princess Li Huafei arrived—she came here daily to visit her grandmother—but upon hearing this, she decided to return to Dadu with her mother.

That elegant, drifting, calm, composed shot fully revealed the gap in caliber between Li Xing and Drummond.

The next moment, she felt something slide along her forehead and enter her body.

He rushed to pull open the bathroom door, about to rush in—when he saw Yang Lu, face flushed, stepping out wrapped in a towel.

Gu Qingqing's cry sounded utterly real, yet her face was utterly cold, even a faint sneer curled at her lips.

The Prince of Xiaoyao stood before her, speaking these words with such a charming smile; Yun Suyu felt as if she'd forgotten who she was. She stared blankly at the Prince of Xiaoyao, feeling her soul being drawn away by the man before her.

Yin's father dismissed it—he thought what he did was simple, nothing that could possibly violate anything.

For such a righteous Gu Manman, this was the one thing Gu Qingqing ever found remotely acceptable.

The final circle had no standout opponents; Lu Feng and Niu Er methodically secured the chicken, and the entire team eliminated nineteen players.

Lu Feng pretended to be calm, but his squirming butt betrayed his nervous excitement.

Only you can't explain why Qin Ziheng blames himself—he'd be angry, he'd want to vent, and Chen Youyi would understand; after all, she never got to see her mother one last time—anyone would feel uneasy.

Just as Gu Luo grumbled inwardly, a thunderous roar erupted from afar, brimming with boundless fury and surging ferocity; even from a distance, its terrifying might sent chills down the spine.

He could only force a fawning smile, already plotting in his heart how to kill these bastards—otherwise, he'd end up with nothing, merely used as a pawn.