Chapter 105: Understanding and Considerate

Luoyang, Xianyang Hall.

"The things your precious little brother has done!"

Hu Hou flung the memorial outward, and it struck Li Shen.

"What's happened to Tianba?"

Li Shen was completely baffled; before he could even pick up the memorial to read it, he heard Hu Hou say:

"Er Zhu Rong has marched in with nine thousand armored men, seized Jinyang City, driven out the officials dispatched by the court, and is freely planting his trusted followers throughout Bingzhou. Does he still have the court in his eyes?"

Li Shen

In the end, he had no choice but to agree to the principal's request, which was why she had the nerve to come find Tao Yaoyao.

Back in those years, when he was down on his luck, Chen Qiwei had saved his life, letting him live to this day. Were it not for that, Yu Gou would never have been so utterly devoted to Chen Qiwei.

With such astonishing talent, this child… why did he not possess even a trace of the fighting spirit and hot-bloodedness a strong one should have?

Tao Yaoyao immediately opened the video, and saw Li Shu's sickly face. Her heart ached unbearably—Li Shu was wearing a hospital gown, and even had an oxygen mask on.

Hurriedly fitting the bear saddle onto Er Gouzi, once it was on, Er Gouzi looked as though he had donned a full set of leather armor—an extremely tough suit of leather armor.

Under such a dense barrage of consecutive strikes, Lei Hong's three clones finally could not be sustained, and completely fell back to a two-clone state.

There were many dishes on the table today—not only meat, but even luxuries like fish and eggs were present.

Aiming at the Fa Ji hovering in midair, Yang Jian furiously hurled the dog's head! If he landed the throw, according to Alpha Ji's settings, it could chain into the second segment, even if the enemy was airborne.

And looking at Qing Yangzi's eyes, there seemed to be just a tiny hint of mystery in them?

Before Ji Lin had finished speaking, he suddenly heard a long sigh—"Found it"—and a roar—"Give it back"—the voices coming from Qian Gui and Wu Xiao respectively.

Thinking of the things that had happened before, Gu Chen's hand hanging at his side quietly tightened, then slowly loosened. He stepped forward, just right to shield Xiang Mian behind him.

"Definitely, definitely." After Cheng Tengfei finished speaking, everyone present fell somewhat silent, as if for the moment no one knew what to say.

"They're all really wonderful! …It's just that His Majesty's sister Zhao Xian is a little out of sorts." "The Emperor's sister, and she's out of sorts?" "Her husband—" Tong Guan suddenly understood Song Jiang's meaning, and stared at him dumbfounded. Wu Yong shot Song Jiang a look, but he didn't catch what it meant.

With the worries gone from her heart, drowsiness crept up on Lotus Consort; before long she was sprawled on the bed, fast asleep and snoring.

"Brother Wang has that kind of personality—two sentences in and he has to bully him." Mu, who had been watching coldly from the sidelines, spoke out the mermaid's thought.

Su Liluo performed her courtesies, turned, and walked out the door, a trace of coldness lingering at the corner of her mouth. Only after returning to her warm room and breathing in the familiar scent did she finally exhale the pent-up gloom in her heart.

Before Ji Huai could ask Qi Yuanbo what mischief he had done, Qi Yuanbo quickly changed the subject. Seeing the delicate bag in Ji Huai's hand, and catching a whiff of a unique fragrance, he knew at one sniff it was food. Qi Yuanbo happened to be a little hungry at that moment, and thinking Ji Huai had bought him a late-night snack, he reached out his greedy claws.

"This is the entrance to Bugui Mountain. Senior Brother Daoyun, where do you plan to set the ambush?" Dao Yu spoke up; she too was curious where the famed Xiao Daoyun would choose to lay his trap.

"Rumble rumble rumble…" Sounds kept coming from within the tomb chamber, as a staircase of stone steps slid out from the rock wall and moved to rest before Xie Tianyu's cyan stone coffin.

Xiang Mian held a cup of hot tea in her hands, sat before the electric heater with a heavy coat draped over her shoulders. Color gradually returned to her pale cheeks in little spots. She looked up at Xue Qianying, forced a faint smile, cast her a reassuring glance, and shook her head at her.

Though she clearly knew it was wrong, her legs and arms simply would not obey her own control.