Chapter 653: How Much Is Integrity Worth?

Li Qiyun's eloquence, his skill at reading people's hearts, and his mastery of classical allusions were not honed in a day or two. As early as when he departed to take up his post in Anxi, he had dealt with many soldiers and got along well with all of them, establishing friendships.

Soldiers usually did not care much for those convoluted subtleties, and conflicts often arose among them. The ability to get along well with soldiers—Li Qiyun's skill was hidden beneath the surface, and ordinary people could not see it.

This time, Li Qiyun's meeting with An Shouzhong and the others

Seeing that the Great Sage Demon King's Sound was actually broken so easily, Ye Zhu cried out in disbelief, but Zhao Junjie still looked at him expressionlessly.

He completely did not understand why she called herself a mortal, but looking at her bearing, that authority towering above his own—it was the first time he had seen such a thing since he began cultivating.

Then was he jealous? Hu Mei'er was not worried at all; on the contrary, she was exceptionally happy. She just loved it when males competed for her favor—it made her feel very charming and especially delighted.

As soon as those words fell, Wang Qingshan glanced at his second brother, took the cigarettes out of his pocket, and lit one for himself.

It was very clear in Hao Nan's heart that Zhan Dongtong coming in person was enough to show how much importance he placed on him—normally, this kind of matter would be handled by a subordinate.

The press conference of the Ke Group and the G Group had a completely different atmosphere from the cocktail party of the Luochen Group and the GB Group. Here, the most numerous were journalists, and the flashes of magnesium lights shot straight into people's hearts.

She was referring to the bombing call device previously seized from the military—that heaven-destroying, earth-shattering missile attack that no life could withstand—and now was exactly the time to wipe out everyone and the Night Fiend members all at once.

"Then that's troublesome," Li Xiaoyi replied politely. Though he did not like using such threatening methods, he later found that this approach was the most practical.

Looking at the Heavenly Needle swelling before his eyes, he bit through his tongue, forcibly suppressing the Tai Tian Yuan Qi back into the Yuan Core, causing the Yuan Core to expand and then instantly form a self-detonation.

Bai Baoguo raised his hand, wiped the blood remaining on his forehead with the back of his hand, and grinned.

Liao Shishan still thought Yu Qing would be able to find him, but after boarding the ship he realized it was basically impossible.

Huang Dunyi looked at Ji Longjun and the other two, who were already exhausted to the extreme yet still persisting in practicing the Flying Soar Art, and once again strengthened his resolve.

"I don't know? You know him?" Principal Gu's fear and uncertainty showed—if An Xia knew this kind of person, then what about those things he had done before?

It was not that he had never suspected anything, but since everyone hung out together every day, Ji Longjun unconsciously overlooked these seemingly unreasonable details.

After about the time it takes to burn one incense stick, Lu Qingyi finished dressing, went out and took a sedan chair, heading for the private room at the Star-Plucking Tower that Liniang had reserved.

In words, Mother Yuan could lecture Xu Yan a sentence or two using her status as an elder, but if she made unreasonable trouble, Yuan Junxian would not allow such a thing to happen—once was enough, and he did not want to see it happen more times.

As soon as these words were spoken, Lady Zheng's body swayed, and she leaned weakly against the back of the chair, her expression very ugly. Actually, there was no need to say why the engagement had been called off—it was obviously because they felt having a mother like her was very embarrassing.

"The Lin family's bridal sedan has arrived. Huiban, go out with your mother." Lady Lu's voice choked at the end of her words, and she hastily turned around to fetch the red bridal veil.

Lin Rongwei felt extremely aggrieved in his heart, but what use was feeling aggrieved? He could only steel himself and soothe his father, listening until his father finished cursing—if he didn't run out right then, when he came back in it would be another round of unbearable abuse.

The county government people had carefully observed the patterns of the traitors' activities. Besides the Peacekeeping Army guarding the city, every night two traitors would go up to the city tower for duty.

Gong Xuejiao lowered her head, pretending not to see Aunt Tang leaning close to the Princess's ear. In this capital city, knowing too much was not necessarily a good thing.

The Eighth Route Army was the poorest, just giving out slips of paper—did these people really think they were the Taishang Laojun, able to draw talismans to protect lives?