Chapter 171: You

By the Fen River, Er Zhu Zhao surrounded the southbound convoy with his soldiers, preventing the guards from loading the cargo onto the ships.

“General Er Zhu, these are my lord’s belongings—why are you doing this?”

The team leader tried to explain, but Er Zhu Zhao refused to listen.

“You say it’s Da Ye Shuang’s? Prove it. These are clearly my Er Zhu clan’s assets—you’re trying to deceive me.”

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Eight tails scattered his focus; Guang Yu initially tried to retract them into his body, but whenever he pulled in one tail, another would snap back out.

Most tourists arrive on Changzhou Island by boat in the morning and leave by afternoon; few stay overnight.

Xiao Yuer didn’t mind, but Wu Mingyue was conservative—she immediately rose to offer up her room.

Especially for those whose wealth was mostly tied up in Song Corporation shares, Xie Yuan’s move was essentially slicing their profits.

As for the Angelic Sword, Qian Daoliu certainly wouldn’t promise it—after all, it’s a symbol of the Angel God; how could he give it to himself?

Above the Deep Sea Whale King’s territory, Guang Yu immediately condensed a Flying Evil God Mark.

Upon seeing the Asura God, Guang Yu let out a deep breath and finally relaxed, feeling as if he’d survived a near-death ordeal.

Wang Yong’an had been breathing steadily, but upon hearing this, his breath suddenly grew heavy—he let out a sharp, scoffing snort.

“It’s He Jiahui! He hit six A-zone targets! Truly unexpected!” Inspector Peng exclaimed in delight.

One guy pulled a crumpled ball of paper from his pocket, unfolded it, and found it was a chant written like rap.

Wei Zhongxian! Must you announce the Emperor’s death now? Don’t you know Prince Xin is already mentally unstable and can’t bear such a shock?

She finally lifted her gaze—smiling, yet with a cold, distant smile. In her heart, she whispered: Jun He, has anyone ever told you how intoxicating your devotion looks—like you’re drunk on your own longing? But what doesn’t belong to me will never be mine. I can never replace Su Su.

What should they do? All three minds raced for an escape plan, yet as the silver wolf drew nearer, hope of flight slowly faded.

The voice wasn’t loud, yet Jun Wuxia’s eyes flickered—he clenched his fist even tighter.

Ye Xueying wanted to brew tea for him; in the past, he would have praised her, perhaps even ruffled her hair. Now, he only told her not to bother.

How could the Starlight Mercenary Corps fail to see Patrick’s obvious intent?

Yao Ping reacted swiftly; seeing that passersby had noticed, he said, “Let’s go back to the big villa to discuss this.” Zhao Dashan and Guan Peng each grabbed one of Zuo Xiongfei’s arms. Zuo Xiongfei’s face twisted in rage as he thrashed violently to break free.

Gradually growing distant, everything blurred—the moon hidden behind clouds, the mist-shrouded forest, the blazing crimson Manjushaka flowers.

Thus, dwarven-forged equipment and weapons were typically sold only to humans and beastmen; humans were wealthier and bought in greater quantities, but beastmen were easier to deal with—they didn’t haggle like humans, so the same gear often fetched a higher price from beastmen than from humans.

Bai Heng sat aside, his eyes bloodshot; he’d prepared himself mentally, yet when this day arrived, he realized all his preparation had been in vain.

Chu Yian stormed straight to the pharmaceutical section, sweeping up all the antibiotics and fever reducers, leaving the sales clerk stunned.

Yun Mu’s other identity was commander of a military unit—this unit had existed before, but after the apocalypse, it was requisitioned and mostly deployed against the Fire People.