Chapter 184: Although the autumn colors of Huicheng City are beautiful, what compares to male-female affection?

The salesgirl cursed heaven’s injustice in her heart, yet her face remained smiling; after Fang Qingye finished swiping his card, she respectfully handed the bank card back to him with both hands.

“Mr. Fang, please keep it safe.”

“Thank you.”

Ah… the salesgirl’s thoughts stirred again.

I’m not bad-looking either, and more importantly, I’m young and full of energy.

She takes the lead, I can be the lesser one?

I’m very traditional.

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Feng Yi also ran back, staring at Lu Xichen in confusion, his gaze shifting between the giant white bird and Lu Xichen.

“Master, don’t hit my face, don’t hit my face!” Tang Shaozong clasped his face and wailed, his screams like those of a man being raped.

Perhaps Shang Yino’s injury and the sacrifices of Yu Dazhuang and others deeply affected Erbao; since then, Erbao had never slacked off in his martial training.

The furious attack slashed the ground, sending shards of rock flying, while the arrow landed exactly where Su Yan had stood, instantly blasting a black crater that sent chills down the spine.

In just six months, Xia Country and Wu Country had lost forty cities; Liu Wují’s army was unstoppable, and unifying Dong Xuan was merely a matter of time.

The matchmaker, pinned by the green-faced, fanged mask, froze mid-smile, unsure whether to laugh or not. She let out two nervous “hehes” and, forcing herself, handed the jade scepter to Guan Yanru.

Meanwhile, Du Long’a realized his letter of advice to Bao Chao had gone unanswered—he understood that, given Bao Chao’s arrogant nature, his suggestions would never be accepted.

Only then did those present, belatedly and reluctantly, realize what had just happened, feeling as if today’s events had been a dream.

No, it should be said that the Dao of Heaven had already moved to kill him—but Qin Changsheng, blessed with extraordinary fortune, had survived.

Chu Feiyang’s older brother was very likely already on his way; thus, he now had only two choices.

Long Ying inwardly praised: Yang Qingren was precisely the kind of man a woman could not resist—no wonder Madame Xiang had been bewitched by him.

In the morning, the car had entered Anhui’s mountainous region; the sky was overcast, and thick mists frequently appeared.

I was about to ask when one of them removed the hat from his head, revealing a face I knew well.

“The key to disguise isn’t the disguise itself—it’s the technique. First, find his spirit and the gleam in his eyes; only then should you focus on his appearance.” Zhu Tong shoved two dental caps into his mouth, making himself look slightly fatter; then he gnashed his teeth repeatedly, adjusting his facial muscles to enhance the disguise.

Long Ying groaned inwardly, relieved his demonic cultivation was deep enough to easily erase the tooth marks she’d left—otherwise, if his wife found out, he’d never be able to explain it away.

But that was nothing compared to the time Zhao Xuan and his friends climbed over the wall to go to an internet café; when the school launched a sweep and teachers formed search teams to catch them, Teacher Tian let Zhao Xuan and his friend go free, while others from different classes were either called home for severe reprimands or expelled.

This was why Wang Li chose the Quanzhen Sect—Quanzhen was itself a religious organization with missionary experience, and its disciples were countless; all it needed was to subdue and slightly reshape them for use.

Finally, the greatest wildcard was Hu Jingyi—Shang Yiming had not witnessed Hu Jingyi’s death; if he escaped, he would surely return to the Hu Clan.

With that, I understood: the Chancellor had likely recommended Deng Jian to him in front of him—this meant he was already supporting me through concrete action.

The sixteen Hawk Clan warriors quickly fetched cloth, soaked it, and tied it over their mouths and noses. Long Ying, immune to all poisons, paid no mind to the toxic smoke.

“If you disagree with this, Nan, and disagree with that, then we’ll just have to keep fighting.” The Ninth Prince raised his blade again.

Yi Le frowned slightly; while the situation wasn’t terrible, it wasn’t particularly good either—but nothing immediate seemed likely to go wrong, so there was no need to worry too much.