Chapter 105: Understanding and Thoughtful

Luoyang, Xianyang Palace.

“What your good brother has done!”

The Hu Hou threw the memorial scroll, striking Li Shen’s body.

“What happened to Tianba?”

Li Shen was baffled, still hadn’t picked up the scroll, when the Hu Hou said:

“Er Zhu Rong led nine thousand armored troops, seized Jinyang City, expelled the officials sent by the court, installed his cronies all over Bingzhou—does he still respect the court at all?”

Li Shen

In the end, he reluctantly agreed to the principal’s request, which is why she had the nerve to come find Tao Yaoyao.

Back then, when I was destitute, Chen Qiwei saved my life—that’s why I’m alive today. Without that, Yu Gou would never have been so devoted to Chen Qiwei.

This child has such astonishing talent—then why doesn’t he have even a trace of the warrior’s hunger for battle or passion?

Tao Yaoyao immediately opened the video and saw Uncle Li, pale and ill; she felt a pang of sorrow—he wore a hospital gown and was hooked up to a respirator.

Quickly equip the bear saddle onto Er Gouzi; once strapped on, it felt like he’d donned a full set of armor—extremely hard armor.

Under such intense consecutive strikes, Lei Hong’s threefold form finally collapsed, reverting entirely to a dual form.

Today’s table was full of dishes—not just meat, but even luxuries like fish and eggs.

Yang Jian hurled the dog head at the flying Dharma Chicken! If it hit, according to Alpha Ji’s mechanics, it could trigger the second segment—even against airborne foes.

And from Qingyangzi’s gaze, there seemed to be a hint of mystery in his eyes?

Before Ji Lin finished speaking, a long sigh—“Found it!”—and a roar—“Give it back!”—sounded simultaneously from Qian Gui and Wu Xiao.

Remembering past events, Gu Chen’s hand clenched slightly at his side, then slowly relaxed; he stepped forward, placing himself between Xiang Mian and danger.

“Absolutely, absolutely.” After Cheng Tengfei spoke, the room fell silent; no one knew what to say.

“They’re all really good! … Except His Majesty’s sister, Zhao Xian, she’s been having bad luck.” “The emperor’s sister? Still having bad luck?” “Her husband—” Tong Guan suddenly understood Song Jiang’s intent, staring at him in shock. Wu Yong signaled to Song Jiang, but he didn’t grasp the meaning.

Lian Fei’s worries vanished; drowsiness crept over her, and soon she dozed off, slumped on the bed.

“Wang’s temperament—can’t even chat two sentences without teasing him,” Mu, who had been watching silently, spoke the mermaid’s thought aloud.

Su Li Luo bowed and turned to leave, a cold edge lingering at her lips; only when she returned to her warm room, breathing familiar scents, did she finally exhale the gloom in her heart.

Before Ji Huai could ask what Qi Yuanbo had done wrong, Qi Yuanbo hurriedly changed the subject. Seeing the delicate bag in Ji Huai’s hand and smelling its unique aroma—he knew instantly it was food. He was just a bit hungry, so he assumed Ji Huai had bought him a late-night snack and reached out with his “magic claws.”

“This is the entrance to Bugu Mountain. Brother Dao Yun, where do you plan to set the ambush?” Dao Yu spoke, curious as to where the legendary Xiao Dao Yun would choose to lie in wait.

“Boom… boom…” Sounds echoed through the tomb chamber; a stone staircase rose from the rock wall and moved to stand before Xie Tianyu’s blue stone coffin.

Xiang Mian held a cup of hot tea, sat before an electric heater, wrapped in a thick coat; her pale face slowly regained a touch of color. She looked up at Xue Xianying, forced a faint smile, gave her a reassuring glance, and shook her head.

Though I knew it was wrong, my feet and hands simply refused to obey me.