Chapter 570

After returning home, Li Shi racked her brains and pondered deeply, and the next day she finally understood: if she delayed any longer, and more people gathered around Mr. Liu, the price Mr. Liu would have to pay would be far too great.

For Mr. Liu’s sake, to ease his burden, Li Shi must step forward as soon as possible and push for the peace talks to be completed swiftly.

Thus, Li Shi dropped her pretense entirely, lowered herself completely, and sent Li Huabing to negotiate at Tianxi Cliff.

The mediation team this

Come! Protect the Emperor!: The Gold Medal Trainer designates five enemies as Learning Committee members; all other enemies must kill the Learning Committee members before they can inflict damage on the Gold Medal Trainer.

Su Dan grinned, then pressed his right hand harder, driving another steel blade into his chest; the entire square fell utterly silent, even Wu Shumin opened her mouth wide in shock—was Lin Motong really so important to the black-clad men? Wu Shumin suddenly felt a sharp pain in her heart: I’m so jealous—how could Lin Motong be so lucky?

When Lin Ran returned to the resting area after exiting the stage, Ze Ning had already been waiting at the door, watching him with obvious excitement.

Retribution doesn’t come immediately, but when the time comes, all is repaid; thus, one must do good deeds without worrying about the future. People say there are spirits three feet above the head, and though we now live in a technological age that denies ghosts and gods, who can truly say whether spirits exist three feet above our heads?

When Ding Di turned around, he unintentionally caught sight of a familiar figure—not from his face, but from his movements and habits—and this sensation instantly transmitted to Tai Qi as well.

The elegant singing on stage ceased; suddenly, the melody shifted, and a familiar tune rang out. Su Dan’s expressionless face stirred with a ripple—because this song was “Du Qing”; twenty years ago, Su Dan rose to fame in Jiangcheng University with “Du Qing.”

Impressive in appearance, but actually a fool of the Spearfish Clan, who only became the Seventh King by virtue of his brother being the Third King.

The old drunkard, grateful for years of care, would surely feel indebted to him, making him easy to manipulate; if he kept goading him, they’d likely become bitter enemies.

“It’s true—she has become one of us.” As he spoke, Qianmian Guisu transformed into Guan Yueyue’s appearance and, in her voice, said: “I’m here now. Don’t miss me—I’m happy with them.” But the tone remained stiff, cold, utterly devoid of humanity.

At that moment, the Engine Heart suddenly spoke, then gestured to Guan Yu; the two vanished in a swirl of black mist.

Chen Chuliang turned back and instructed Wang Su beside him to hand over the remaining red envelopes to Wen Congxin.

As the founder of Youwei Technology, all he needed to do now was wait for word from the overseas branch.

“This matter hasn’t been settled yet—you’ll know when the time comes!” Zhen Qian didn’t want to elaborate; after all, An Lushan had just arrived in the capital and wouldn’t return to Fanyang until after the Spring Festival—he still had a month, and he’d resort to this last option only if he had no choice.

At that moment, the Fire Dragon’s body swelled violently, instantly shattering the Scripture Tower; through the swirling debris of wood and shattered jade, the deep night sky reappeared.

Behind Zhuge Liang, space twisted; Jian Ling Chi Hu appeared silently, raised his bone halberd, and pierced Zhuge Liang through.

Zhang Chen walked a full circuit through the camp and returned to his starting point; after feeling the howls echoing throughout the entire camp, his clothes instantly swelled with force.

The old scholar stroked his beard, smiled, then his gaze settled on the box in Yang Jian’s hands.

If the goal had merely been to breach the Imperial Guards’ defense, they would have stormed in a minute ago… yet even now, the Imperial Guards outside continued to be slaughtered.