Chapter 152: Dong Zhuo Is Truly Detestable

Even as he thought this, there was a brief moment when Yuan Ziyou felt it might be fine to just go ahead, but once he calmed down, he still had to stop it.

He knew this young Emperor's temperament all too well.

If anything went wrong, this young Emperor would definitely pin the blame on him.

When that happened, before all the ministers, Yuan Ziyou would have no way to defend himself.

Even if he could sit on the throne, he certainly wouldn't sit securely.

Yuan Ziyou thought of this layer and immediately said:

Ren Yan also walked up onto the stage; unlike Zhang Tian's casual ascent, he walked step by step very slowly, with great ceremony, and every step forward drew thunderous applause from the entire venue.

Skill Description: Combat-type skill, passively enhances perception, each level passively increases the host's strength by two hundred kilograms, skill levels up by raising the profession level. The host's current profession level is LV2, Hunting Mastery automatically upgraded to LV2.

"Don't be so quick to deny it—you said it yourself just now, if my big brother is willing to accept you, you'd like to give it a try." Li Junting shifted his position on the other end of the phone, settling in comfortably to 'interrogate.'

Xue Jin circled the wooden puppet twice; the usually stern old man could hardly hide his fondness for it. It was no wonder—the puppet was truly exquisitely lifelike, and anyone who saw it would have to lean in for a closer look or a touch.

A morning-long symposium, with one round of speeches after another from the principal, the dean of academic affairs, teacher representatives, and student representatives—on a day at the tail end of summer vacation, it was enough to make anyone drowsy.

"What? You don't believe it? How can you not believe it? And on what grounds do you not believe it?" The King of Cangluo pressed the attack relentlessly.

He held an eight-zhang long spear in his hand; he ought to have worn a jade crown on his head with effortless grace, yet he had the audacity to wear a rooster comb on his head instead—if he crowed, Mengqi would mistake him for a wild monster too, of the rooster variety.

"Big Brother Su, I'm sorry—Dunshan hurt you, I can only express my apology from afar." Dunshan murmured.

Area C had more than one entrance and exit; the main route definitely wasn't in the transition zone. After receiving Xie Wuxing's irritable permission, three thousand soldiers silently turned around, the rear of the formation becoming the front, and retreated toward another part of the space, taking a route completely different from the one Shen Yun had used coming in.

When Xia Xue continued to serve the dumplings and let Jacques continue bringing them to the table, Jacques looked at Xia Xue with puzzlement.

"Th-that… what is that?" He stared at the enormous, utterly indescribable thing that had appeared above the city of Sulakes—something that just looking at made one feel an indescribable, majestic, and solemn pressure—and his hand unconsciously tightened on the sword at his waist.

Old Xu has been missing for many days now, his life or death unknown. If he isn't rescued soon, any further delay will surely put his life in danger.

That evening, when Yang Yunxi took her meal, she found it utterly tasteless. The soft, fragrant grains of rice chewed like wood, making it impossible to work up any appetite at all. In the end she only picked at a few bites before having the dishes cleared away.

"Hehe, I didn't say you can't drink—having you drink with me is even better." Tang Doudou laughed merrily; Wu Fan grabbed a can of beer and a can of pineapple beer, twisted them open, and handed them over.

"Among the beastfolk, the races are as numerous as the stars, and the number of body-tempering Cultivation Methods is the greatest of all the races, but the most famous are still the three at the very top." Grand Master Yueying said seriously.

Although he was not particularly known for his physical strength, at the very least, his body was entirely reconstructed from the flesh and blood of the demonic dragon Olifenai.

At this, Lin Fei threw his hands on his hips and burst into laughter, and Lin Jin couldn't help but grin broadly as well.

Tang Duoduo—what was she doing here too? Wu Fan glanced over, a smile breaking across his face; it had been quite a while since he'd last seen her, and he hadn't expected to run into her in the airport waiting hall. Judging by the direction she'd come from, was she heading to Yanjing?

"What we're going to do—doesn't Her Majesty the Empress know?" The eunuch spoke, his lecherous gaze raking up and down over Yun Fuxiao, lingering especially long on Yun Fuxiao's swelling chest.