Chapter 427: Request a Leave

Request a leave

Doubt stirred in his heart again; he turned and sized up Li Ziran, realizing the other’s cultivation was hard to discern. Only two reasons could explain this: either the other was truly mysterious, or he possessed a treasure to conceal his cultivation.

Liu Zhimin calculated the massive population and vast territory—could any song truly sweep across all of China?

But ten seconds passed, his cheeks flushed red, and he still couldn’t find a polite way to explain his need to the attendant.

Magic… Maximilien Law intended to use magic to enhance himself? What an utterly foolish choice.

Ning Xiang ignored it, ordering it to get down and help investigate the place in Wang County Magistrate’s home with the most treasures.

Teammates cheered wildly—they never expected that after being dragged into the water, Xiao Fan could still turn the tables and slay the powerful boss.

Under the radiation of the energy beam, wild bees rapidly mutated and grew; within days, they had swollen to three or four meters long.

Five hundred newly deployed cutting-edge warships never got a single proper battle—they met their doom, buried beneath volcanic lava; in the end, only a dozen transport ships retreated to base.

Brainiac thought: Batman claimed he feared, said he couldn’t predict everything, claimed he carried fear within him.

Upon arriving at the training ground, he saw Old Pig and Dagger sitting gloomily by the door, smoking.

At this point, everyone understood the Emperor’s intentions; the murmurs in court about reinstating the Crown Prince quietly faded.

“Hey, hey, what’s Old Zhao thinking about?” Bai Yang nudged Zhao Guodong, who finally snapped out of his daze.

He wanted some time alone with Jing’er; had he known having a child would make things so complicated and cut into their time together, he never would’ve let her get pregnant.

Clearly, Thunder Prince had suffered grievous wounds during the great celestial battle, so severe that even his reincarnated memories were chaotic.

“Gao Jiancheng, we’ve known each other for decades—surely you wouldn’t treat an old friend like this?” Gao Mochi Ichiro said.

He silently thought: these two brides must be deeply disliked; their future days would likely be hard.

Truly—he shook his head lightly—so he couldn’t bear to deceive the other into giving up such a precious pill.

If Feng Qingyang succeeds in advancing, the three brothers will all fully enter the peak of Spirit Lord realm; next, they’ll aim for the Emperor realm. Though still impossibly distant, Wang Jie had confidence—it was merely a matter of time before they joined the ranks of Emperor-tier experts.

Unless they possessed magic as powerful as tri-system missiles or seventh-tier or higher magic scrolls, they wouldn’t trouble Sean at all.

Observers attended the board meeting as non-voting participants; they could voice opinions, but held no voting rights in the final decision.

That was before the old and new courtyards were divided by the Berlin Wall, when all the children freely mixed together without a care.

Lin Yu brought Liu Fei to the hill behind the dormitory; after Lin Yu’s last incident, almost no one came here at night anymore.

He unleashed a quick ultimate and used [Flash]’s two-stage dash to escape the purple team’s Yasuo; Jiang Ran then controlled his Cassiopeia, barely clinging to life, retreating under the turret to recall.

Sure enough, the moment he stepped inside, the Asura Warrior appeared right before Lin Yu—this was the scene before him now.

With his skill on cooldown, Yasuo swung his sword, unleashing a Q skill stacked with passive—Steel Cutter—sending a swirling gust roaring toward Katiana.

The badminton hall had sixteen courts; matches ran simultaneously, and by noon, the sixteen quarterfinalists were decided—Lin Yu was one of them.

But how could he possibly explain this? It was impossible to explain—should he tell him he was a Warrior of Strength? Would he believe it?

The light suddenly pulled Xiao Fen’s will inward; the next second, he opened his eyes and sat up from the ancient wooden bed. He stretched his loose neck and shoulders, feeling more comfortable than ever before.

So, everyone around her was placed by the Emperor—trained to be easy to manage, never encouraged to pledge loyalty to her.

Dabura had been King of the Demon Realm for a long time, far older than Goku and the others, yet he could still only match Super Vegito evenly.

Leng Moze watched the eunuch depart, rubbing his temples; he was picky about meals—dinner had to be prepared from morning onward, and now making it again would be too late.

Other officials nearby wiped sweat from their brows upon hearing this, clearly understanding Zhu Yuanzhang’s intent.

The Snow Swan Kiss had an effect beyond words on her; what others saw as a terrifying poison herb was a divine remedy for poison-affinity soul masters.

Birmingham, having failed to attack, retreated back to their half-court; Zhao Yuyu, per pre-match strategy, charged into the penalty area again.

He couldn’t deny he was indeed a genius; he let the Black Dragon Pearl absorb the Blue Star’s own boundless energy to fuel their magic advancement.

Since becoming Emperor, Zhu Yuanzhang had always been buried in state affairs, and Empress Ma had been busy managing palace matters; now, with the specialties Zhu Bo brought back, Zhu Yuanzhang wished to taste Empress Ma’s cooking once more.

Rong Imperial Consort clenched her teeth—wasn’t this directly accusing her of being aggressive? She dared not harbor even a hint of resentment toward the Emperor; all her bitterness turned into hatred for Shang Guan Li.