Chapter 100: Two Buns Sandwich! Captain Lin Warms Himself Up! (Combined)

Her heart skipped a beat—if she couldn't catch them in the act right away, this matter would likely fade away, but she wasn't worried; her boss would definitely send people to beat them up, and once those thugs confessed, this boss wouldn't get away.

Yet Ye Xiao still paid, using the menu prices, and honestly, this monarch favored force but disliked deceit and trickery, so their menu was honest and fair, with no inflation, even offering far better value than ordinary shops.

Due to the failure of reinforcements, the siege equipment barely transported to the city walls had almost been utterly destroyed by the Yanzhou army; several ladders were ablaze, and multiple battering rams were smashed into shards by giant boulders.

"That's good." Miss Wan'er exhaled in relief, then turned and walked away; the man was male, and if he harbored ill intent, her life would end here.

Ye Xiao was utterly absorbed in the mural, as if he had entered its world himself, recalling the painting-wall from Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio—he wished at this moment he could step inside.

Ji Longjun smiled without speaking; the three dice were wooden, and Ji Longjun quietly extended a thread of Wuji True Qi; though he couldn't force them to show the numbers he wanted, he could still sense their actual values in secret.

No, Ye Xiao's appearance here had nothing to do with this altar; it was merely coincidence, but the reason this altar was here did relate somewhat to the Dragonbone Wasteland.

More than a minute later, YM's screen went black for no reason; everyone's hearts tightened, unsure which victim the nightmare had targeted now.

"I'm coming." Xu Yan set down the vial with slight tension and went to open the door.

Shangguan Xian advanced further; the nobleman scrambled backward frantically, how could he escape? He stumbled violently to the ground, and Shangguan Xian's spear tip halted at his Adam's apple.

"Hmm… I thought she'd leave you an escape route, turns out she just sent you to die." Zhang Yi walked over with a smile and sat beside the bed.

Liu Bei's heart stirred—hearing this, if he could ascend high in court, he'd naturally have no shortage of rewards and could legitimately become a high official of the Han Dynasty; perhaps then he'd gain a fief, and with the Mi family's wealth and resources, he could once again wield power and influence.

Huo Lingfeng was different—even when suffering stomach pain, he ate with great gentlemanly grace, never overindulging; compared to himself, his appetite was barely enough for a bird's portion.

He tried extending his chopsticks, then took a bite directly; yet, to be fair, the flavor was indeed quite good—but perhaps due to someone's corrupting influence, he always felt Huo Lingfeng's dishes tasted even better.

That crimson serpent's gaze, cold and indifferent to all—Mang Shi found it the very thing he least wished to see.

This time it was Chen Long who was stunned—he hadn't expected the White Butterfly to have the courage to penetrate deep into the encirclement. But upon reflection, if he kept strict watch over her, he might even uncover her hidden identity, so he nodded in agreement.

Just as he was about to walk toward the tripped circuit, a faint sobbing sound reached him—so quiet, yet unmistakably piercing Huo Lingfeng's ears.

After giving his instructions, Chen Long exhaled; he wasn't skilled in shipbuilding, but he still held advanced ideas. The dream of building iron-plated warships would have to wait—for now, wooden ships wrapped in iron would suffice. Amid the awe-struck gazes of the generals, Chen Long clasped his hands behind his back and strolled calmly toward the Intelligence Bureau to visit Zhang Ning.

Li Tingting hastily snatched her hand from Han Dang's grasp, her face filled with panic; she quickly put distance between herself and Han Dang.

Bird-like yet not a bird, no nest; bee-like yet not a bee, few stings; moth-like yet not a moth, shuns midnight; butterfly-like yet not a butterfly, more delicate.

Bai Shao's face flushed with shame and irritation as she stared at Feng Qiwen; for a long while she stamped her foot, yet couldn't utter a word, only nearly tearing her handkerchief apart.

The He residence, painstakingly repaired over three months, was no longer as before; the soft moonlight spilled into the courtyard, bathing the falling osmanthus blossoms in a hazy, dreamlike aura.

The Tang family thought they'd been too abrupt and dared not press further; Tang Liushu felt resentment but had no recourse.

After speaking to An Yang, Zhang Sheng raised his cold, piercing gaze and fixed it directly on Cui Meng.

This man was merely shifting the topic to hide his embarrassment—could Ling Jiuyou not tell?

Who is this man, imprisoned in the forbidden zone of the Immortal Dao Academy, locked within the Linglong Secret Realm?

But Ji Changli was no ordinary man—he was not merely the master of this mansion, but the master of this entire world, wielding absolute power over life and death.

"Heh… even if this is a phoenix egg, it's a charred one—a dud! Useless!" Upon hearing this, Ling Jiuyou shrugged dismissively, utterly unconcerned about the phoenix egg.

If that's the case, why not just think in the simplest terms? The Emperor said not to disappoint him—so she would spare no effort, and absolutely uncover the truth; only then would she not betray the Emperor's trust in her.

Wang Shou caught the special identity token thrown by the Master of Assassins without looking, slipped it straight into his pocket, and nodded firmly.

As for why Huangpu Han wanted to force her to bow—explaining it through Huangpu Han's current mindset: I am number one under heaven! Who dares not bow before me?

Ye Feng's gaze flickered toward Ye Molin, but he said nothing, continuing to follow the Eighth Elder forward.