Chapter 620

Time slipped away, and before they knew it, night fell again.

“Time to eat,” Mei Zi said, slurping loudly from her rice bowl.

“Dad, do you want some?”

Mei Zi looked up at Lu Jiawei beside her.

“I’ve already eaten. You eat.”

“Already ate? →_→ You ate without calling me?” Mei Zi shot him a sidelong glance.

Her little expression was utterly endearing.

“Next time I’ll call you, hurry up.”

Boundless killing intent converged, forming ripples that gathered beneath the swordlight and crashed down with a thunderous roar.

“Once she gains favor, she’ll whisper poison into the Emperor’s ear. If she’s targeting my father’s political rivals, she’ll make the Emperor distance himself from—or even grow to hate—me, so as to distance himself from—or even grow to hate—the Lai family behind me,” said Lai Yan’er.

The longer you wait, the less money you make, and public interest will gradually fade—you must do something, however small.

Gu Yuan, the True God, sneered at such flawless coordination, refusing to block Lin Lei and Xia Hou Wu’s attacks, and kept his left leg kicking toward Hong Meng.

Wang Yuan raised his long knife, and on its blade, a faint vortex of spiritual energy swirled, continuously drawing in the elemental qi of heaven and earth, growing sharper and stronger.

Qing Yang, troubled by Su Youlan’s sudden, unannounced departure, discussed it with the others and decided they should first head to a marked safe point on the map to rest.

Mu Xingqiao nearly thought he’d entered the wrong room and stepped back awkwardly—until he saw Wen Ruanruan sprawled across the bed, fast asleep, and froze.

Yao Fangting held the brocade pouch, lost in thought. Hours passed, then the door opened. Xiao Lian, uneasy, peeked in, hesitated, then stepped inside. Yao Fangting smiled.

Seeing Qin Mancang, Nan Gong Jin smiled—the day’s aura of “keep away” had finally lessened.

As Wang Airen had predicted, the incident between Tang Ye and Dong Miao Zhu during the day brought no reaction from the Dong family by night. Tang Ye’s life in the imperial garden remained unchanged: he trained with Lin Yourong and Lu Qingci on the grass, enjoying himself thoroughly.

But since Exorcists were stationed in the Red Wall Palace and aided by Divine Mechanism’s powerful weapons, dealing with these yin ghosts was easy. Soon, the demon was struck to the ground, screaming in agony. The Exorcist ignored it, raising his Exorcism Laser Sword to finish it off.

“Eavesdropping? Eavesdropping on us? That spot was still some distance from this room—how could you hear?” Qin Zeng asked in surprise.

But Ye Mou’er was weaker—she could barely bully the Venerable-level skeleton soldiers thanks only to her gear.

Yet when Captain Planck’s cannonballs failed to land for a long time, Coach Yang Xiaofeng smiled.

But these ghostly creatures were too numerous; to protect Li Xue’s safety, Ye Xiaofeng activated the defensive divine artifact, “Jin Guang Shield,” around her.

Tang Ye returned to the Shen household. Shen Lao Yezi and Chang Shu asked him what had happened. He merely smiled vaguely, saying he’d merely seen Shen Bie Li off.

“Fine, let’s fight! Am I afraid of you?” Ma Chao, young and fiery, could not tolerate Zhang Fei’s taunts.

“Probably.” Qin Zeng nodded, his gaze shifting to Lin Xiyu’s hand—she held a teapot, a purple clay teapot.

“I am Shang Cheng’s younger brother, Shang Hua. People call me… Shang Da Chui. It’s an honor to end your life, Zhang Yuan,” Shang Hua laughed, swinging his pitch-black hammer toward Zhang Yuan.

“How exactly would you borrow it?” Linghu Hao was indeed tempted—without Lingyue Immortal, where else could one find such a miracle as spirit stones falling from the sky?

Unexpectedly, in this mundane city, someone had directly shattered his strange power.