Chapter 462

“I see—yet this Jiao King’s Silk is tied to the safety of our Canglan Palace’s gate; it truly cannot be lent out!” Lan Xi’s face flushed with shame upon hearing this.

Seeing Lan Xi’s ashamed expression, Xia Daoming could not bear to press his advantage; after a moment’s thought, he said, “Forget it—I’ll think of another way.”

Hearing this, Lan Xi felt even more guilty; after hesitating, she said, “I don’t know how urgent this matter is for you, Master? If it’s not too pressing, wait until I reach the late Nascent Soul realm and can guard Canglan Palace myself—”

Tangma Jiang wore a three-piece bikini with separate top and bottom; a thin silk shawl was loosely tied around her waist, modestly covering her swimsuit—elegant, restrained yet alluring.

Jing Xiu sat slumped in his chair, eyes dull and aching, head throbbing; he leaned his face onto the purple sandalwood desk, burying his entire expression of sorrow beneath it.

Zhang Yue’s words exploded like thunder in his ears—he finally understood why the pattern felt familiar; wasn’t this the same terrain he’d seen in two other places? He’d been confused—this wasn’t a magic array at all.

Besides those two concubines, there was another concubine in the mansion—An Concubine, who lived in the eastern annex.

This delayed the entire landing campaign by two full weeks, causing the Allied forces to suffer at least one hundred thousand additional casualties.

After returning to Jiyao Heaven Realm, Gu Mu sealed his cave dwelling outright, claiming severe life-force depletion from the great battle and needing to enter seclusion; he refused all visitors and vanished inside to focus on cultivation.

Jing Xiu slumped lifelessly in his chair, eyes sore and head pounding; he leaned his face onto the purple sandalwood desk, burying his entire expression of sorrow beneath it.

Moreover, this is only the first round; poor performance now doesn’t mean you can’t win the championship—don’t jump to conclusions too soon.

Just as he excitedly opened his post, the next second, upon seeing its contents, he froze in place.

“What? You already know? When did this happen?” Liu Ruyan had spent the past two years tirelessly working as a celebrity, never touching video games or manga—how could she possibly know anything about King of Fighters?

“Ah… wait, hold on.” Du Ziteng hadn’t walked far when Ji Ran suddenly remembered something and hurried after him.

“Alright, I’m coming right away.” Ji Ran rushed to the hotel with the clothes, swiped her room card to open the door.

He Fei said no need to be formal; he glanced at Su Han, yet his gaze never once left her.

Upon arriving at the Public Information Service Center, Xie Yeyu entered the towering building calmly, accompanied by the driver.

So rest assured—I will never do anything to betray you,” Ji Ran said, looking at Chen Lili.

Sparrow opened her handbag and pulled out a pack of cigarettes; Luo Lie stared at her curiously, but Sparrow paid no mind, lighting one right before his eyes—her motion was practiced, unmistakably someone who’d smoked for a long time.

It could detect magical auras—a common cantrip of the Divination school, which Stephen wielded with ease.

In memory, the last time he returned, he’d been popular and well-liked—why then did everything feel so different this time?

—Do you even know the real situation, you idiots? Spewing nonsense here like we ‘fans’ are vegetarians?

But then again—if Ji Manrou truly meant to harm me, wouldn’t she easily learn of my situation? Nothing is impossible for one who is determined.

The worst part is Wang Nuo has money, spends it freely, and can raise vast sums—others can’t match him, and he can leave them far behind.

She’d always assumed America only began large-scale anti-Semitism after the Nuremberg Trials; though America had some anti-Semitic elements, Jews hiding to avoid attention made sense—they were white, after all, not subject to expulsion like the Chinese.