Chapter 156: Flattery Must Be Tailored to the Audience

Upon receiving Chen Ye's answer, Toyalier finally left, satisfied, leaving behind only a letter containing tomorrow's riddle and its answer.

After Toyalier departed, Qiqigesang could no longer hold back; he clenched his fist and said to Chen Ye, "Lord, don't trust her—this woman whose words are sweet as honey but whose heart is poison."

Chen Ye asked in confusion, "Aren't you friends?"

"I used to think so, but I never expected she's been deceiving me all along."

"Magical Sovereign Wuming! Though you died unjustly, the Sword Immortal and the Dharma King ultimately reaped their bitter fruit, and the Green Demon was torn to shreds by demonic qi—so at least you may rest in peace!" Wuming helped him take human form; his battle with the Green Demon nearly cost him his life, and this much at least served as repayment—everything was fated to be intertwined.

"Not a doll—it's the Black and White Bear, your principal!" The Black and White Bear, who should have been utterly erased in the violent explosion, reappeared once more on the stage.

"That's how you earn great merit for the clan—use your achievements to petition the clan's great elders to heal your wounds. For example, capturing Gu Mingxuan and reclaiming the Flame Bow is a perfect opportunity!" Yao Guang said.

When Chen Zheng left, he gave Liu Qingxiang a list—the previously red-penned roster. Liu Qingxiang understood the implication at once and smiled as he accepted it.

No sooner had he finished speaking than several Corps members burst in, led unmistakably by Captain Hu Kanshan.

At the old man's words, the crowd erupted; everyone stared at the broken sword on the stage with feverish zeal—even Yang You was no exception.

Who is Yang You? He's the being the Destiny Venerable Hall regards as a miracle—he didn't believe Ye Feng could possibly overcome Yang You.

Lü Bu resolved to gamble: he bet that the city's officials wouldn't support Liu Hui's return to Chang'an, that without Cao Cao's orders, the army wouldn't allow passage, and that the Son of Heaven couldn't leave Xuchang. If he won this gamble, Lü Bu would become a "loyal minister," gaining moral authority to punish the warlords, and his secret imperial edict would be indirectly validated by the Son of Heaven.

Isn't it said that the Dao of the Other Shore realm was long ago refined into this world, fused with it entirely, so that within the Other Shore, there is no Great Dao?

Shan Weihong fell silent for a moment before speaking, his gaze circling the black scorpion on Zhao Han's palm, thoughtful.

"So that's how it is," Su Mosu found it utterly fascinating. She immediately imitated Hua Qingyue: snapping off a branch, gathering snowflakes, shaping a snowball, then rolling it larger.

As Shen Mengdie realized she was about to go on mic, she logged into her long-neglected YY account and was pulled into a room by Shen Youran.

Time slipped away gradually, until finally, the final stage of the first episode arrived.

Today, at the spaceport of the capital star, a battered, two-segment patched-together spaceship had docked.

A sharp crack—Sun Baobao's right arm was broken; the fake little girl gritted her teeth and switched the cleaver to her left hand.

Su Xushang's actions had fully confirmed Su Mosu's suspicions. Yet her maneuvering, risking Bai Yuege's immediate outburst by inviting Su Xushang to her room, wasn't merely to confirm the truth.

Liu Changqing said nothing, merely extended a finger—the Divine Whipping Rod shot out with a whoosh and struck the Two-Winged Wolf-Tiger King.

Even Sun Baobao, standing frozen in place, looked soulless—his expression identical to Zhao Rong'er's at the moment of her death.

"Let's ease them in first—my bestie has a terrible temper; I'm afraid they'll start fighting the moment they meet." Yue Yin didn't hide this; it wasn't a secret, and speaking plainly might yield unexpected gains.

Within five minutes, Dao Ming, a fifth-rank psychic and the strongest warrior of the Three Realms, could barely hold out against the mysterious man Laku—he lay on the ground, utterly spent, with no strength left to counterattack.

At that moment, the remaining Blood Demon Sect disciples surged toward him, attempting to buy Qin Hao time to escape.