Chapter 227: Too Much Like a Beauty Trap

Lin Manman stared in astonishment; Lin Nanye truly had extraordinary tactics—her past self couldn't match even half of his cunning, but if only her own Lin Haisheng could be as easily appeased by Guicuihua.

However, the situation on Battlefield No. 7 had been extremely dangerous; Xu Yueqing couldn't risk it, so she deployed all transport vehicles to evacuate the base's experts and promising martial seeds to safer locations, ensuring at least a few sparks remained even if disaster struck.

After all, when Wang Yao entered the Ten Thousand Snakes Valley a second time, he once faced a half-step Great Demon-level Extreme Cold Winged Snake; had it not been for the apparition of "Great Sage Elder" appearing at the critical moment and delivering a crushing blow to the creature's head, Wang Yao might have been dead then, not alive today.

To prevent the Divine Man Zhang Qing from forming too deep a connection with his original body, both sides must minimize contact, as most battles must be fought relying solely on oneself.

But just as they were about to cheer, the gradually real world vanished abruptly.

"No, Young Master, you test first—I'm merely your maid," Zi Yun blinked and smiled brightly, as if truly serving Yan Chutian.

Lin Manman glanced at her; this woman had not a shred of military bearing, nor any awareness befitting a high-ranking official's child—though many in their compound were "backed soldiers," even in this era, such soldiers possessed high awareness, and many achieved outstanding results in their posts.

The rooster-cut man, terrified by Ning Yuan's smile, drew his waist knife and stabbed at him on the spot.

Zheng Wu followed Sun Bin's gaze and, when his eyes landed on Ning Yuan, he shuddered involuntarily.

Lan Qianyang and Han Ruizhuo hadn't expected Tang Wanhuah to be only fifteen or sixteen, yet wield such authority within the Emei Sect; that no greater misunderstanding occurred today was fortunate—they might yet need the Emei Sect's aid against Xiao Xiangzi.

That night, after the two of them fell asleep, I wandered around, then leapt onto the thatched roof and crouched there for a while.

This Divine Lord sorrowfully rose and rolled into the rear courtyard room of the Office of Fate; midway, I realized something was missing, so I stopped by Sixth Senior Brother's wine cellar and grabbed two jars.

I was utterly shocked—I dodged Shen Su's arms reaching to embrace me, chased after Aunt Su Ran, and paid no further heed to anything else, rushing to block her path; she, caught off guard, didn't retract her step and stepped directly on me.

I sighed helplessly; truly, Xiao Shaofeng, when his mind was blurred, was just a pure child.

"Old Chen, let's fight them to the death! We're willing to die alongside you on the battlefield!" Finally, Li Yong and Liu Dahai knelt before Chen Fei, pleading.

"Who do you think you are? You want to see our Grand Manager? I want to see our Grand Manager too! Get out now, or you won't be leaving at all," the Snow Wolf Demon Guard shouted at the Black Tiger Demon King.

No, no—Leng Yiwei rejected the thought internally; he trusted his intuition. When Qiu Shiju claimed to have seen Xu Zhenhan, that sense of familiarity had stirred his doubts, and from that moment, Leng Yiwei believed Lan Shuyu was truly not dead.

I trembled, wrapped in the cloud quilt, rose and stood behind him; the words I spoke even sounded hopeless to myself.

"Yes, Your Imperial Highness acknowledges his fault." Leng Yiwei gritted his teeth inwardly, yet his face wore an expression of deep remorse—not because of the three months' silver, but because this time… was simply too humiliating.

Helian Chi and the Eleventh Army had already seized the entire imperial palace; it seemed the Emperor was now doomed—dead or barely alive.

Only two wills crashed directly into Li Da's deep consciousness, manifesting as two figures: Kou Ji and Yecha, terrifying entities surpassing the Heavenly Fist Intent within the Heaven-Earth-People-Gods hierarchy, striking violently.

The Campania Legion blocked the enemy's retreat route; the Pontic forces could pass only by carving a path through blood. Another round of battle erupted, with both chariots launching assaults.

The Crimson King had never been struck at all. Though the paper mantis monster had used illusion to deceive everyone, it could not deceive him, a master of illusions himself.

As she spoke, Silfen's tears fell like jade beads; she clasped Aloius's sturdy arm and pressed her body against him—truly heartbreaking to behold.

Hu Tianlang's expression was grave; his gaze swept over every elder, hall master, and gang member, radiating waves of coldness.

This question couldn't be answered lightly—the consequences of a wrong answer were unknown. The ancestral master who sealed the demon had never revealed his name; he would return to Feiyun Temple to carefully consult the scriptures before speaking.

That man was confident in his strength, but not so arrogant as to believe he could face all five of the fifth-generation martial experts led by Wu Zihan alone.

One of Smaobushi's bodyguards stepped forward, opened the case, and inside lay a small object, its surface scorched and blackened by smoke and fire.

"Let me see," Li Da sighed silently, crouched before Hua Gouzi, pressed his palm to the dog's forehead, and a thin wisp of white smoke seeped from his palm, drifting into its ears and nostrils.

Back at the villa, neither Gong Cheng, Xiao Ying, nor Mu Sirong mentioned Feng Beiling at all, as if they had never encountered Feng Beiling.

The entire main hall fell utterly silent; the shaman walked to the clay statue and knelt to worship, and Chunshu quickly followed suit.

Over a decade ago, how many nobles and aristocrats spent a thousand gold pieces just for a night with her? Hongxiu and Siluo together once upheld the splendor of Bu Ye Tian.

"No, thank you both for your kindness," Han Qianyu shook her head, looking embarrassed; before defeating the Moonblade Alliance, she didn't want to entangle herself with other factions and invite more trouble.