Chapter 69

We three are a team...

After finishing his makeup, Li Ming saw Qi Hao and Hu Jun, each uglier than the last.

They belong to the disfigured faction of “October Siege.”

“Ugh, I can’t even look.”

Qi Hao felt no respect whatsoever for Li Ming in his beggar’s attire.

Give me back my cultured scoundrel Yang Jinrong!

You’re my mom’s idol—what would she think if she saw you like this? She...

Zhu Sha was walking slowly with the procession when suddenly she heard a panting voice beside her.

Wu Song found this deeply suspicious; he knew Yang Zhi was a hero of the realm and wouldn’t falsely accuse someone—he must have done something without realizing it that indirectly affected him.

Gao Qiu, the highest official responsible for security in Dongjing, faced widespread unrest across the land; to prevent rebellion within the city, he hired carpenters to build spiked barriers.

Many people are like this: when you’re rich, you want to live poor; when you’re poor, you want to be rich. As the old saying goes, this is just boredom-induced stupidity.

Could it be the CEO came all the way to Junlin just for me? Is my luck finally turning? Promotion, raise, ascending to the peak of life?

Chu’s mother had experienced supernatural events herself; whatever she could guess, Chu’s father—who had similar experiences—could guess too.

Yan Yu’s body trembled slightly as Ying Zheng spoke, his voice low but clear; he recognized that tone—it meant the king he had long served was furious beyond measure.

Xiao Heishan gathered his full strength and unleashed the God-Slaying Art, deploying the newly comprehended God-Slaying Drifting Blood Sword Technique; countless sword shadows transformed into a sky of crimson light, and as if countless streams of blood rained down, the entire space bloomed with crimson sword blossoms.

Old Xiao finally nodded in satisfaction, gestured with his hand, and the matrix returned to its former state. He led the old man toward the iron gate.

“Well? How do you feel after meeting Master De, a true transcendental master?” Chen Luoluo stepped forward, looking at me with a mocking smile.

This proves that Tai Chi, this famed national martial art, is far from simple—it holds profound depths.

Boom boom... the dozen or so upper-tier divine gods were blasted like cannonballs, hurtling deep into the void and vanishing instantly.

“You go ahead—I’ll hold him off!” Lin Fan’s gaze turned icy as he barked at the group, then surged upward in a violent burst, charging straight toward Wangling Xuesha and the others.

“Li family has long known you’ve betrayed them—do you really think you can kill me?” Li Xiangqiao said coldly.

“Are you a disciple of Olsen?” The giant stared at Lin Fan, his expression grave as he spoke.

Lin Yinke had never called him before; for her to call so early was unusual, and Ye Shao couldn’t help feeling tense.

After speaking, Zhu Tianpeng went on to mention several other aspects; one that deeply impressed Wu Ming was using influential local online accounts for a blend of soft and hard promotion.

The Qian Xuan finally lost patience and gave an order to a slave beside him.

“What is this...?” Sheng Ruoxu instinctively glanced toward Yan Mingyuan and raised his spiked club.

Chen Han did not press further; instead, she lifted her head, gazing at the star-strewn night sky, lost in thought.

But if He Hongjie’s hearing cannot be restored and He Siyang remains missing, the He family will still be in danger.

“Some things I can’t explain, but thank you, Director You and Chang, for your kindness—I’m going to Beijing, no matter what.” Gu Ning refused, leaving no room for doubt about going to Beijing.