Chapter 604: The Prime Minister Is Ill

The moment Li Hua heard Yu Zhiyi was going too, and that there was free late-night food, he barely hesitated and agreed on the spot.

"Laughing my ass off, bro."

"Beauty, fine food."

Hearing that, Jiang Nian glanced at Li Hua in the passenger seat.

"Byd, can you have any ambition at all?"

"Nope!" Li Hua turned his head and said solemnly, "What do you know? I'm the real Zhuge Liang of the South."

"Crouching Dragon and Young Phoenix."

With that, she wouldn't have to suffer through it every day, racking her brain for one solution after another.

Ye Feng channeled his internal force, gently pressing a few acupoints on the old man; before long, the old man slowly woke up.

After eating and drinking their fill, Mo Mo and the others stepped out of the tavern, and a big man came staggering over. "Oof.

Someone who came from the Eldest Princess's side? Zhou Shiqing swept a glance at Auntie Lin in her pale-rose beizi, but couldn't see anything remarkable about her. He figured that being "someone from the Eldest Princess's side" was her most valuable asset.

Ye Feng sat behind Lady Ao, pressed both palms against her back, circulated his dharma power, and entered her body. While helping Lady Ao refine the Blood Bodhi, he simultaneously dispelled the scorching force it released, sparing her the torment of the burning heat.

Duan Yu shook his head helplessly. Out of respect for his elders, since Duan Zhengchuan didn't want to talk, he didn't dare press further.

Hearing this, Meng Yun sucked in a breath, thinking, this guy is way too arrogant—does he really think he can refine that many pills?

A few days later, a heavenly general ascended from the Northern Kulu Continent of the lower realm to the Heavenly Court, carrying a letter in his hand. He was precisely the one sent to check on the progress of the True Martial Great Emperor's suppression of demons in the Earth Immortal Realm.

Hmph, if he dares send the Ding clan to ask questions, he shouldn't fear the Eldest Princess of Jinyang finding out. Only, Li Yuanhua hadn't expected Li Jingyi to be so formidable as to send a eunuch to reprimand him, and even threaten to take the matter before the Emperor.

Still caught up in their shock, these people overlooked one obvious loophole: Linghu Chen Xingyu didn't know Li Goudan, the airline company's shareholder.

"Take it or leave it. I'm a poor student, and offering you a two-thousand-yuan salary is already a blessing for you." Han Dong was sure this guy would bite; if not, he'd just throw in more money.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince, you absolutely mustn't say that in front of others! If Yager is a rabbit, wouldn't that be the same as calling my dad and mom old rabbits?" Ouyang Xiaoli said in a panic.

"Heh, the land of Yan and Zhao breeds many brave men. The young fellows are full of hot blood, martial and combative—compared to the old Qin folk, they're no less impressive." Gan Mao said with a smile.

The one who survived was the one of the two who always asked questions. He wasn't particularly clever to begin with, and the reason the White Cloud Sect had sent him was, first, that he was strong enough, and second, that he was loyal enough.

Yet the other party didn't listen to Gu Ju, seeming to enjoy even more seeing him so helpless. With a "smack," another whip mark appeared on Gu Zhong's face.

Damn it, once the foreign media sensationalized it, the matter that had already been settled flared up again. And it could very well turn into a political incident! If things went badly, his bureau-level cadre's official hat could once again face the risk of being stripped off.

It was as if these were two worlds: outside, artillery roared and fierce fighting raged on without end, while here with him, it was safe and peaceful.

"Young Master Fu? Young Master Ji's younger brother?" Zhao Bao looked at Le Yi, unsure what the other meant.

He first lightly touched around the stone gate with his hands, carefully feeling his way for a good while, but it seemed he hadn't discovered anything.

At a single command, ten pirate ships flying black skull flags all steered toward Yixue City's only harbor.

Speaking of the murder of Wu Ju, Zhang Mengjia was filled with righteous indignation. Speaking of the officials' pursuit, Zhang Mengjia grew tense again. And upon hearing how the northwest had repelled the enemy and beheaded their chieftain on the battlefield, Zhang Mengjia was once more swept up in longing, her heart full of worship for Wang Lun.