Chapter 89: I! I! Dog-Footed I!

The Wuwei General’s Mansion.

Li Chong was the Duke of Chenliu; had his eldest son Li Shizhe not died young, this title would have gone to him.

Thus, Li Shen gui established his own mansion outside the Duke of Chenliu’s residence early on.

Whether the Duke of Chenliu’s mansion or the Wuwei General’s mansion, both were within the same neighborhood, not far apart.

As dawn barely broke, Li Shen gui slipped quietly into his own chamber.

Though it was his own home, Li Shen gui moved like a thief.

Everything in the world is relative; even psychological disorders have their bright side.

The Charge and Breakthrough Armies were elite among elites; few were dismissed this time. Of the original 4,500, over 4,000 remained.

Still, it was plausible: the night was dark and rainy, the servants had no lanterns, perhaps she stumbled into the flowerbed in the dark, her clothes soaked by dew and speckled with grass; or perhaps the rain had been heavy when she went out, and since no one stirred at midnight, by morning the rain had lessened but the ground was thoroughly wet.

His sister was Zhao Ruhé, the eldest of the Jiang family, twenty-six this year, still in high school, who entered a leather goods factory in the county at sixteen and married Song Jie, the son of the factory’s owner, at twenty.

Tantalus was the son of Zeus, the chief god of Greek myth, punished by being cast into hell to suffer eternally; later, psychologists used Tantalus’s torment to describe the agony of seeing a goal within sight yet forever unattainable.

“All mountains have spirits—if I could merge the mountain’s spirit vein with my Spirit Gathering Array, it would double my efficiency!” A sudden thought struck Jiang Feng.

They did not believe the Heavenly Emperor’s strength surpassed Tian Buzhou’s—after all, Tian Buzhou was of the Creation Realm.

Seeing the unmistakable affection in Empress Changsun’s brows and eyes, Changsheng understood: she truly loved her husband, regardless of his status. Yet it was a pity—loving a playboy emperor who kept three thousand concubines, doted on occasional stunning beauties, and even took his brother’s wife to his bed, was bound to bring pain.

Liu Xu’s original body did not move; the other ninety-two clones each launched a punch toward Sun Ying, Tian Buzhou, Zhang Maoxin, and Liu Qinghong.

But there was no doubt the losers would ultimately be them; back then, they’d merely acted on impulse, too proud to back down, with no face-saving exit.

Yet for some reason, Yang Zong always felt a chill down his spine—his intuition warned him this black-clad man radiated extreme danger.

Though inwardly cursing, he still smiled warmly as he greeted Bill Gates, showing not a trace of impatience.

Of course, the beard wasn’t referring to the thing behind him—this required extensive investigation to sift through countless pieces of information and extract the intelligence they sought.

Li Shang had just unbuckled his seatbelt, about to step out of the car, when he saw Old Zhang’s face and instantly laughed.

Fei Wujie listened as Feng Lin said he liked her songs, yet named entirely different titles, and barely restrained the urge to strangle him—this idiot clearly had no idea what songs his idol actually sang.

“Big Brother Nine, I give up, I give up! I surrender!” The cold man abandoned all resistance in an instant; though mere seconds ago his heart had burned with fury, it now collapsed utterly, powerless to resist Song Jiu’s sinister grin.

“These black vapors were originally used to seal ancient great demons—their power is unimaginable. Even if she’s only slightly corrupted, that tiny bit is enough to put her into a deep, prolonged hibernation—unless some external force breaks the seal…” The white-bearded old man did not finish.

Cheng Yaojin had originally disapproved of Zhang Liang growing too close to Luo Shixin, but Zhang Liang had finally made a true friend—he couldn’t bear to interfere. If Zhang Liang were crushed and became even more of a shell, wouldn’t that be his fault?