Chapter 169: [You Are My Slave] (7500)

This time, when crossing over to the Domain, Chen Yan had no intention of immediately carrying out any revenge.

His original plan for this trip was simply to conduct thorough reconnaissance and observation.

Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be endangered in a hundred battles.

He had stayed for several days in the Beast Slave Village, but as a slave, he could not leave his quarters beyond laboring—never walk around the village, so he saw nothing of value.

All troops brought over by Country V now answer to Gu Liangsheng; this was the order issued by Nalan Mosen.

“Going to play with a friend? The boy who just sat beside you?” Could he have a boyfriend? Teacher Xu recalled the boy—couldn’t remember his face, and assumed he wasn’t particularly impressive.

Though somewhat disappointed, Xiao Yu still planned to visit this fate-seer; he didn’t want to wait until tomorrow, in case the man left too, and he’d miss this opportunity.

“I truly don’t know what you’re thinking all day,” Gu Yinshu sighed in exasperation, while Suixin chuckled beside him.

Sanhua Village had over eight hundred mu of cornfields, yielding over eighty thousand jin more corn—this figure was highly encouraging.

Many outsiders may not grasp the significance, but Liu Xunqian, upon hearing the news, smashed every breakable object in his room, his roars echoing throughout the Liu household: “This is impossible!” But soon after, a guard from the Wang family, friendly with him, confirmed the news.

The host felt awkward too… it’s just a charity auction, a token gesture—do you really have to go this far?

Yu Qiuping’s prediction was correct: the rumor about Sanhao Yixian caused severe damage in Tosa and within the house of Chōsokabe Motochika.

Jiang Kexin was raped by Li Qiang; as soon as it happened, she told her mother everything.

Yun Yao saw Biyu fall silent, so she continued discussing with Wu Lingzhu and the others the objects they loved at home, and the conversation flowed pleasantly.

Originally, upon hearing of the Forbidden Zone’s disturbance, he ignored Sha Wu’s warnings and refused to listen to any explanation—he led the Third Battalion straight in, but despite rushing as fast as he could, he was still too late: Liu Zhi, Shu Yue, and even the demonized Er Xiaoguang had all vanished.

Hei Zhichun had barely stepped into the house when the Yan family quietly sent someone to the He family, asking them to come the next day for the “asking of names”—that is, matching the birth charts. Asking names was merely a formality; monks and Daoists needed to eat too. Since both families had reached this step, their mutual intent was already clear.

“Go back to your rooms and stay there—things will get violent, and you might get hurt,” Zhang Cheng said with clear contempt.

“King Yuzawa? Which Yuzawa?” Tang Ning asked, confused—but he couldn’t be blamed, for lately he’d been thoroughly bewildered by these four Yuzawas.

“I’m too lazy to scold you—just do whatever makes you feel cool and happy,” I poured him another cup of tea and smiled.

“Rongrong, how’s it going? Did Big Brother scold you again?” Chen Rang, who hadn’t slept all night, rushed over the moment he saw Zhang Rong, took her coat, and helped her sit on the sofa.

“Those who kill shall be killed in turn; once you enter the Jianghu, you lose control of your fate. Master, I’ve killed someone.” The boy murmured, his voice cold, fearful—but without regret.

Just like in the Asian zone’s World Cup qualifiers, the 12-team match against South Korea: the Dragon Nation team, on the brink of elimination, finally erupted—not only winning 1-0, but also denying the opponent any meaningful offensive chances throughout the match.

His gaze was calm, as still as stagnant water—no storm, however great, could stir even a ripple in those eyes.

Once Ouyang Xuanxuan’s body was completely frozen within the ice coffin, silent and lifeless, Elder Baimei stepped back several paces, sat cross-legged, muttered arcane, incomprehensible incantations, and began performing intricate, obscure hand gestures.