Chapter 79: The Empress: Chen Mo Is Mine!

Surprise quickly turned to suspicion; some things are better clarified outright, or else I'll spend my whole life in the dark.

But what Ding Jingxi wanted was silence from start to finish, not this loud, ostentatious display that draws more attention.

Afterward, Liu Yashuang, Yu Kangze, and Kong Qi all chose martial arts manuals.

"You little girl, you're just like my mischievous sister," Lei Yu sighed, shaking his head.

Seeing Chan'er didn't want to elaborate, Qi Yu couldn't press, but he was curious about what Zhao Sanye had described, and planned to visit the scene; since time was still early, Qi Yu led the Qiao Ye and Qiao Xue sisters, along with Chan'er, toward the riverbank.

"Let's end this with one move!" The ice shield before him looked thin to onlookers; Han Jing was confident her strike would pierce it.

Yue Haili cleared his throat lightly, brushed the matter aside, locked the guest out—too embarrassing to speak of, so he chose selective amnesia, and asked:

Fierce battle raged before him; now was the time for both sides to rest and recover. He too should relax, adjust his emotions, and properly recalibrate.

You should know that Ding Jingxi's physical body was originally only slightly stronger than an ordinary person's, because he had never practiced any body-forging techniques before.

Even more violent fluctuations brewed within; Ding Jingxi's earlier actions seemed utterly useless.

Liao Fan heard the result but didn't press further; still, the soldiers persisted, determined to enter the operating room to see their company commander.

Fully activating the Xi Feng Pearl, the corpse poison was temporarily forced back into the body. Meanwhile, Guan Lingyun's fierce aura surged toward him.

Medusa had already intercepted Karet's thoughts; she twisted her supple, full serpent body and whipped it forward, effortlessly coiling around the fugitive's body.

"Xue Daya, you're a servant of the Liang household—how dare you publicly assault imperial envoys in the sacred grounds of the Imperial Ancestral Temple? Are you trying to rebel?" Xiu Luo Sha roared.

"Company commanders inspect your platoon leaders; platoon leaders inspect your company leaders—see who's still missing!" Huang Changsheng glanced at the number of officers and knew they weren't all present.

Shang Guan Zisu suddenly looked a bit embarrassed: "Can you come back with me to the Demon Realm?" She knew what this question implied; so did Lin Meiwan.

Seeing Can Ye's determined gaze, Liu Wuhen decided to trust him; after all, he had heard the title "Medicine God."

The thick smoke Li Ziyuan had just produced made even those behind it feel suffocating—how much worse for the Japanese and puppet troops trapped in the airless fortifications? This method was truly excellent, far superior to brute assault. Though it took time, it was far better than suffering casualties.

But since his old commander and brother-in-law favored this military knife, Li Ziyuan could only reluctantly part with it. He simply handed over both pistols along with the knife to Wang Cheng. He kept only one officer's saber and one staff officer's saber, plus a few non-commissioned officer's blades, for use during disguise recon.

One million gold coins were enough to make any adventurer's head spin, boiling like hot water on a tavern stove.

Rumors once circulated in the Middle Three Realms that certain factions there, dissatisfied with the Evil Emperor's rule, secretly allied and used vile means to assassinate him.

"Master…" When Wu Zong turned back, Zong Zheng Baili had already carried Qian Jiyao into the wedding hall.

Thinking of it sent a chill down his spine; after all, Ji Yun's food had only lasted a few years, and now over twenty years had passed—who knew how they'd survived?

Ye Mingxuan, had he not been mindful of Zi Jin's condition, would have made love again this morning; now he could not, so he merely held Zi Jin tightly, slowly calming his urges. Zi Jin didn't dare to squirm either, since he still had to meet people and pay his respects today; he couldn't indulge in pleasure, or he'd be laughed to death if his legs went weak.

Murong Ke waited in the octagonal pavilion ahead; while waiting for Mingyu, Mo Rong Zhan came to find him.

This was especially true for the current Southeast Liberation Army and the Southeast refugees who merely sought to survive.

To prepare for this promotion, they bought many spirit materials and commissioned a batch of delivery lunchboxes, spending a good deal of spirit stones—equivalent to at least a month's income. If the effect was poor, Yang's would be heartbroken.

"We're family, family!" Qian Jiyao cut off Qian Ruyan before she could finish her self-praise, finishing the sentence for her; Qian Ruyan blushed deeply, her expression as if she were already the Princess of Anning.

The remaining two combat platforms' matches, no matter how thrilling, now drew no one's attention.

"So who booked half the first-class cabin? Had I known, I'd have taken a private jet—but this is fine too," Luo Chen Xi said, glancing casually at Luo Tianya.

Upon hearing the result, most people wore the same expression, then quickly turned to Zhao Junjie.

"A private collector," Zhang Xue'er said. "I asked one of the organizers, but he only told me that—didn't give the name."

But this guy just won't leave me alone, won't go down—I really want to pull it out and slap him twice.

At that moment, skeletal figures burst forth from beneath the platform, their shrieks like wailing ghosts and howling wolves, numbing the soul.

As for the legendary Six-Order Vampire's strength, it's still hard to say. But to observe him—should I lose, I can always flee using the teleportation technique; no real danger.