Chapter 693: A lord must not raise troops out of anger

The rain stopped, the sun came out. The people of Bianzhou went out and saw that the water level in the canal and other rivers had risen considerably.

In some depressions, one small pond after another formed, and there were actually fish jumping in them.

The floodwaters did not inundate; people could only breathe a temporary sigh of relief.

Because this wave of flood crest has already passed. However, judging from past experience, there is still the early summer flood wave, which will be even more fierce when it arrives.

Because of this sound, to her "hearing" it sounded like a resonance produced by the vibration of some kind of string.

Xiao Ying knew that the matter of the Startling Hairpin on her person was now known throughout the world, no longer a secret, and she hid nothing, pouring out her story to her. Bai Ruoxue listened with relish.

The director of the Advanced Physics Laboratory seemed to have lost all strength in an instant, slumping in the chair, clutching his hair, as if he had aged considerably in the blink of an eye.

"I see what you mean; if we don't let you go up, you probably won't let us go back either." The city lord struck the point directly—I watch how this old monster will brush us off.

At that time he tearfully accused Huamulan of killing his grandfather in the living room, and with a sworn curse guaranteed that he had witnessed the whole process.

Pff! The tiger monster's body shuddered violently, as if suffering a massive blow, and it spat out a mouthful of blood.

These facts make one wonder what this body had undergone before consciousness awoke in it.

His hand, swaying left and right, would touch the fullness on the left at times and the delicate spot on the right at times, recovering all the advantages he had missed earlier, and doing so with such finesse.

"Don't misunderstand, this Wind-Rider is not a bad person. Friend, you also calm down; if we had hostile intent, we wouldn't have saved you." Hearing Lingxue Su say that, the man put down the spear he had picked up, but this time he also began to speak voluntarily.

Perhaps to ordinary people this situation seems due to Dong Yunrou's abundant finances causing Ding Sheng to be unable to sustain, but for Yang Mu, who knows some inside information, this situation is likely thanks to Dong Yunrou's decisions and Buddi's actual execution.

Wu Meng wondered, if she remembered correctly, this should be the meeting room of Lingtian Entertainment.

Li Wei turned around, his body lazily leaning against the railing, his elbows resting behind him on it, watching the sparks at his fingertips flicker on and off as he exhaled a puff of smoke toward the sky.

However, contrary to everyone's expectations, up to now no one from the Daolong Martial Hall has appeared, and Sun Daolong's reaction has been overly calm, which only adds to the puzzlement.

On Song Jiang's battlefield, one man shouted, "What fear is there in a petty fellow!" He spurred his horse, brandished his halberd, and flew out of the formation. Song Jiang looked and saw it was the victorious general Han Tao; without a word he engaged Zhang Qing. As the two horses met, the shouting rose in a great surge.

After a long while, she saw Duan Chen not far away; his swollen eyes curved upward, revealing a smile uglier than tears, and then he lost consciousness.

"According to his friend, Viscount Boton is currently serving in the Northern Army Corps, holding the post of corps commander, and is not in Piedmont; this may also be why he escaped." The subordinate immediately said, "We can still obtain this information."

Jiang Yan pressed her lips, also feeling her words were a bit harsh; human hearts are made of flesh, no matter how bad Su Ying used to be, at least this moment she saved my life with her own.

"Grandfather Lai!" Tang Zhan's expression instantly became extraordinarily vivid; the so-called Grandfather Lai was merely the steward Lai Sheng of the Dong mansion. A domestic servant, and you actually call him Grandfather Lai.

Liu Xin Xin and Zhang Yu Xin exchanged a glance, the corners of their mouths turning up slightly as they nodded lightly, indicating that Fang Bu Hui's idea was not wrong, yet they didn't even open their mouths.

Qing Lin frowned, gently patted Li Mengyue on the back; she felt extremely upset, yet didn't know why, not understanding that even though she was doing what they wanted, why they remained unhappy.