Chapter 113: Forced Into Battle

This was a rocky platform near the mountaintop.

The pale gray limestone, combined with the intense sunlight, made the lighting here somewhat glaring.

At the edge of the rocky platform, Jiala rubbed his fat hands together, his lewd appearance making him look like an overweight auklet.

Behind the grille of his full-coverage faceplate, a pair of sharp little eyes gleamed with greedy light, fixed intently on the wyvern's nest at the center of the rocky platform.

Or to put it more accurately, fixed on the round 【object】 at the center of the wyvern's nest.

On Wei Er's side, they waited until the enemies broke through the Autobots' defensive line before making their move, but in other areas, many Reapers had already surged out in their own directions, beginning to redo their work.

"Come in." Shao Liyi's words were interrupted by someone, and he was immediately somewhat displeased. Everyone who should have come to attend the meeting had already arrived—who was so tactless?

"Alright, now the Q&A session continues. We invite the reporter in the sixth row, second from the right, wearing black clothes, to ask a question!" The audience below were, after all, professional reporters; the warm applause ceased in an instant, and they immediately all raised their hands and began asking questions.

"Junior Sister Wan Ying, if everything truly goes as I predict, this Wu Wang Lin Hai—one of the three great forbidden grounds of Lingyun that others avoid—will be Junior Sister Wan Ying's greatest blessed land.

Although Porto's strength is quite average, and although Arsenal now has only advanced to the quarterfinals; the Gunners' performance this season gives the fans reason to have greater expectations of them, because Arsenal seems to have already become better.

Somewhat at a loss, somewhat afraid, Jiang Sheng did not know how to express this panic and helplessness of his.

Thinking about it, no matter who it was who had quietly lived as a citizen of Country Z for over ten years, and then suddenly made his fortune one day, only to arrive in another country and be brainwashed by countless people into believing he actually had the bloodline of that country, would not feel very happy about it. Let alone the fact that Chen Chufan had once been wantonly cursed online by countless people of that country?

Pat pat pat, clapping his hands repeatedly, Chen Er Shu stood up, walked over, his face beaming with smiles, but no matter how one looked at it, that smile seemed to harbor no good intentions.

"Achieve greatness?" Chen Chufan, still a student, was not yet accustomed to this kind of very formal social exchange, and could not help but pause slightly before realizing they were asking about his occupation.

This scene caused everyone present to be stunned; only Xuan Yue, upon seeing it, revealed a smile of expected inevitability. And Zhang Pingtian, upon seeing it, narrowed his eyes.

Immediately, the carriage became lively; everyone began discussing in great numbers, some stood up to call the conductor, and others stood up to go to another carriage for fresh air.

Dong E Miaoyi was pleased in her heart, smiled faintly, then opened the case—it was a flip-top, quite convenient—and inside was a long hairpin in the shape of a twin-soaring fire phoenix inlaid with rubies.

"Do you know how altering one's fate plate is easiest, and yet can plunge you into such a miserable situation?" Sixth Senior Brother's eyes were full of sorrow.

I nodded, said nothing else, rose on tiptoe and pressed my lips to his, slowly licked once, then heard a soft sigh escape from his throat. I did not dare look into his eyes; my trembling hands quickly reached for his waist sash, just as I was about to undo it, my hand was grasped by him once more.

After taking a deep breath, Ye Xiangchen sank into a deep stillness; he felt the time around him begin to slow down.

Although the remaining clansmen of the Yuan dynasty were not as numerous as the Han, each and every one of them was valiant and skilled in battle; moreover, sharing a common hatred, if they all went into battle together, Zhu Di would absolutely not get off easily. This was why Zhu Yuanzhang, shrewd as he was, understood the reasoning behind stationing his most warlike son at Beiping.

At this moment, Han Zhou was like an ancient eagle hunting prey, his aura ferociously overwhelming, as if his mere presence could make the prey submit and be captured by him.

Tan Tai Mieming's originally dark complexion was quietly undergoing a change because of her words; although it was not obvious, Xia Houfei saw it clearly. Could it be that he had been waiting for them here all along?