Chapter 861: Want Me to Cry? Impossible! Absolutely Impossible!

What’s wrong?

Zheng Wei, seeing her best friend not sharing in her excitement but instead looking worried, immediately felt annoyed.

What’s that supposed to mean!

“Weiwei, do you know that Chu Yuqun was once invited out by Senior Brother?” Ruan Wan hesitated for a long time before deciding to warn her.

Otherwise, with such high expectations for the date, the emotional letdown would be too great—she feared her best friend couldn’t handle it.

Though perhaps this was exactly what Senior Brother hoped for.

Back in Chang’an City, aside from Changsun Wuji reporting his observations to the Emperor, Su Jiu, upon returning to her family estate, gave a few instructions to Li Yu and the others, then activated her invisibility technique and rode her sword westward.

He felt that within these few short minutes, his fiancée’s image in his heart had shattered into dust—irreparable dust.

For this reason, it revealed a secret: a bird that had rested on its body mentioned a mysterious place within this forbidden forest, perpetually shrouded in mist, where many dangerous spirit trees and demonic insects grew—beasts and demons who knew of this place avoided it entirely.

Su Dingfang froze in shock—he never expected Gongsun Zan to trust him so utterly, handing over ten thousand troops out of a force of one hundred and fifty thousand, yet Su Dingfang remained motionless for a long while.

At this moment, Yang Hao had no idea what Yang Guang was thinking; he sighed in relief, finally able to explain to Yang Guang why no fish had jumped out.

There was no way—this towering figure was Li Yuyun’s projection; after eliminating all the tree demons, the projection’s power had been fully expended.

“Then what do you suggest?” Xue Ren Gui, based on the system’s prior assessment, already believed this wasn’t a trick but a genuine attempt to defect; however, he thought it wiser to first consult Xu Maogong’s opinion.

Ye Kong interrupted the other, nearly choking the Bloodthirsty Killer—after all, they were the ones who usually charged others for assassinations; when had they ever been blackmailed into paying someone else?

Zhang Jinhuan, having lived with Aunt Zhang for over a decade, naturally knew what the second half of Aunt Zhang’s sentence had been, though unspoken.

Jin Suxian’s slender fingers plucked the pipa, producing a melodious sound; after a brief introduction, she parted her jade teeth and sang this well-known love song.

The Marquis of Western Zhou glanced around at the various lords, each with ulterior motives, and asked in a hushed voice.

For the entire morning, Zhou Zixuan and Liu Li treated roughly hundreds of people, offering only relief, not cures; when the sun reached its zenith, Zhou Zixuan and Liu Li took a brief rest.

The round-faced cultivator hurled his blue flying sword forward, his body gliding lightly as he shot straight toward the cliff where Ni Suanqiu stood.

Because the merchant army was not a professional, full-time military force, it had to follow agricultural cycles—otherwise, delaying farming would inevitably lead to mass starvation the following year.

I knew it… turns out nothing can be hidden. Du Bin is too smart—he sees through everything, so he must know.

During the Western Camp’s campaigns in the Central Plains, it established contact with the General Suppression of Bandits, Yunnan tribal chief Long Zaitian; under the cooperation of the tribal chief and Ming frontier officials, Sun Kewang had taken control of Yunnan for over three years.

At that moment, my phone rang; I had a faint feeling it was him, so I walked a little farther from the court to answer.

Nick struggled, crying and screaming, refusing to let Rao Mengyu leave; his violent outburst drew a crowd.

Though he had given himself a resolutely positive answer in his heart, Jun Mo’s mind still raced rapidly.

The black-cloaked figure’s spiritual energy was nearly depleted; breaking the encirclement was impossible, and frustration and guilt were plain on his face.

Still, Yu Feng was ninety percent certain Cui Yanghao would choose the first response—after all, no one whose waist is pressed by a knife can stand tall.