Chapter 586: Preparation

When Xiao Yu left the Daiwang Palace, it was just after five in the afternoon, and the sky had not yet darkened.

By the time she left Langhuan Water Palace, it was nearly the fourth watch of the night; the deep hours of the night had already passed.

Anyone who knew her whereabouts understood she must have caught a big fish—otherwise she would not have delayed so long.

Xiao Qiang guessed it and went back to inform them.

They had their own suspicions, and after receiving the notice, they became even more certain.

Li Xianzhi, Bai Long Wang, and others did not rest themselves,

after helping Tang Jiajin seize power within the Tang clan, they did not support Tang Jiajin; in fact, during that period, Tang Jiajin held no real authority—he was merely the Tang clan's public face, a decorative figure.

Under Nan Gong Yan's hot and sincere gaze, Ning Qingqing finally hesitated and nodded.

"Hey hey hey, what are you doing? Are Jiang Jing and you looking for trouble again?" Chai Yunfei's voice broke the tense silence.

In an instant, Ye Ci's mind raced through so many thoughts; her own mood shifted from not particularly worried to utter panic.

Thinking of this, Ning Qingqing's heart softened again; faced with Nan Gong Yan's tender words, she found herself unable to resist strongly.

"The Divine Race's Spirit Absorption Technique really works," Mo Ziyan said, clapping his hands. He stood shoulder to shoulder with Ye Ci, watching the million evil spirits surging toward them. He was about to say more, but the searing pain in his chest reminded him he had no time left.

Unexpectedly, the moment Yi Ran finished speaking, he felt a rough, withered hand grip his neck from below, squeezing tightly. When the opponent lifted him up with great force, the friction against his neck skin burned with sharp pain.

Deng Liao did not understand what was happening, but he dared not delay; he quickly followed Qi Xiao in bowing.

The room was dim and gloomy; against the wall stood semi-enclosed booths, the bar tucked in the left corner, and beyond that, the stage. The center of the second floor was open, allowing guests upstairs to see the stage below.

Now that he was back home, back in the doting care of his parents and older brother and sister-in-law, he suddenly disliked his wage-labor life.

The Imperial Capital Academy upheld the principle of survival of the fittest: the capable rise, the incompetent fall—especially when it came to resource allocation.

For, at some unknown moment, Li Qing's figure had already appeared like a phantom before Xin Hong La Jiao.

Alex smiled and returned the bow. "You're impressive. The future of Beiyuan needs young people like you." Though Alex himself was also young.

After all, everyone had seen An Cha's usual interactions with Wan Ke, yet when Wan Ke resolved his major life matter, An Cha didn't even send congratulations—it was a little strange.

Thomas sat at the desk half-splattered with his former boss's blood, his fingers tapping the keyboard in excitement.

That is to say, during the previous battle, he received a total of 183 sincere thanks.

An Cha had no patience to wait for her; she focused on her own task, giving not a single thought to Li Shuang'er's progress or offering any help.

Watching the way those rats flailed their paws in excitement, they seemed ready to pounce on Huo Ermajiou at any moment.

Although Zhen Hua is now village chief, according to grassroots cadres' customary practice in governing villages, the first through fourth groups of Dongwan are still under Zhen Hua's assigned jurisdiction. He lives nearby, so this area naturally fell to him.

"Lan Yu, you still haven't understood what Mom said. Mom has your Houtian Dad, Moduo Dad, Lans, Yuebai Dad—they all exist. Mom can't leave them. Otherwise, they'd never see Mom again, and they'd be heartbroken and sad."

But fantasies aside, some still believed that where there's smoke, there's fire. For instance, in the age of barbarism, many mortal emperors preferred to believe they could achieve immortality by swallowing a single pill rather than abandon wealth and glory to pursue arduous cultivation—foolish beyond reason.

Lan Ruoxin's silence was exactly what Yuebai had anticipated. So he said nothing, gently released her, pressed a goodnight kiss to her forehead, and turned to leave.

Uchiha Madara led Fort and Markbin toward the city hall. A few soldiers still guarded the area; Uchiha Madara and his companions easily overpowered them.

He Yue'e and Yu Qingmei gave him a resentful glance, clenched their lips, and felt a surge of grievance and sadness within.

Just looking at the topic he posted made me think he was a bit quirky, but honestly, I preferred him over those who just spouted empty words—he at least had posture. I think he doesn't just dare to speak, he dares to act.

The black-armored warrior bowed and responded. Xia He took a few deep breaths, expelling the stifling air gathered in his chest, then closed his eyes to meditate.

Money left unmade is for fools. Since Guo Mingming said it was a business collaboration, I trusted she wouldn't speak without cause. The next evening, I arrived at Shen Mo's Nameless Residence as agreed, sat down at the reserved spot, and before five minutes passed, Guo Mingming walked in.

He was a top-tier warrior, but he couldn't compare to Zhao Xin or Big D; if it came to hand-to-hand combat, he'd be instantly killed.

The first died after being hit by a truck on the street; the second was stabbed to death in the hospital by Jiulong Dong himself.

Qiu Yue frowned. Li Qiusheng had no good intentions—Qin Zhen's injuries had just fully healed, and now he sent her all the way to the distant Yuxiu Palace. Walking from the Imperial Medical Bureau to Yuxiu Palace meant circling half the inner palace. He was clearly scheming, hoping to see her old wounds reopen?

Seeing this, Jiang Xianfei realized Shufei had no chance of recovering. She silently bowed to Nan Jingpei, then turned and left.

Lin Manman sensed the change in him and froze. She lifted her head and met his deep, burning gaze.

A mercenary who raised his head to look suddenly had his skull explode into a spray of blood—half his head blown away by a bullet. He collapsed to the ground, never reacting even until the final moment of death.

Xu Chongyi was left standing aside, suddenly embarrassed. She bit her lip, unsure what to say.

That gaze was like a starving wolf spotting a piece of prime meat—fearing any momentary lapse would let the meat slip away.