Chapter 186: Dou Changsheng is Slaughtering

Li Song is dead.

This person's status was far above that of Yun Zhongli.

To speak bluntly, even if Wang Tong had died, it would not compare to Li Song.

Wang Tong was an elder within the Confucian school, highly respected, but Li Song was a major figure who sat firmly in the top ten of the Legalist school.

Especially during the Qin State reforms, Li Song was the sharpest sword of the Legalists; no one knew how much resistance he had slashed to pieces.

The most important thing was Li Yan, who stood behind Li Song. This was...

He truly could not understand it. Lian Jun, a man he had defeated, had not been seen for only a few months, yet his Wu Gong had far exceeded his expectations. Just in terms of movement techniques, he himself could never achieve such speed and excellence.

A hand reached out from under the quilt, touching his hand like a thief, then continued deeper to touch his waist. The hand was no longer as icy cold, but there was no heat on her body either. She withdrew her hand, thought for a moment, then crawled on all fours to the edge of the bed, stretched her legs out of bed, and put on her slippers.

After hinting to himself countless times, Jing Xing turned his head to look toward the stove, met Yan Zhi's face with its half-smile, and silently sat up straight, drinking his porridge in a stiff, formal manner, slightly furrowing his brows to show a posture of barely being able to swallow.

"Take some medicine in a while and you won't feel uncomfortable anymore." Tian Tian added to herself: Men really are animals that think with their lower bodies.

Zhang Jiatian was a bit dumbfounded, not knowing how he had managed to run back across three streets last night while dragging these two feet.

Feng Xinyan was overcome with shyness; under Li Yi's scorching gaze, how could she still say these words?

More importantly, Ye Ziqing's words made her feel as if she had gained immense strength, as if something she had persisted with for many years finally had a good result.

"Why was the duck soup that Master drank last night so hard to swallow? The kind Yan Zhi makes doesn't have that strange taste." Jing Xing asked after swallowing the food in his mouth.

Today, he had come here deliberately to show off. Who told this family to look down on his young master back then? It would have been one thing if the engagement hadn't succeeded, but they had to mock him a few times.

Sikong Chen glanced at the carriage in front, a flash of doubt crossing his dark eyes, and suddenly jumped off his carriage to walk toward Ren Wuxin's carriage.

"I'll ask one last time: are you going to go and explain things clearly to my wife?" Yang Lefan appeared very impatient, his eyes glaring fiercely at her.

Li Hao had not paid any attention to Shi Shi Misi Zhang, who was roaring behind him. Now, Li Hao's life realm had undergone a transformation; although fists were useful in many situations, he felt nothing but disdain for people like Shi Shi Misi Zhang.

"I, of course, will not slice them into a thousand pieces. There is only one person to be sliced into a thousand pieces." He stared fiercely at A-Feng before looking at Yang Hongcai, who was clutching his leg and refusing to let go.

"Don't go, it's dangerous. Wait here for him to return." The Empress Dowager gripped her hand tighter.

"Li Hao, aren't you overstepping your bounds?" Shi Shi Misi Zhang tried to pull his fist back, but it didn't move, so he said fiercely.

Consort He would not tell her, and Zhu Hua could not possibly tell her: people who face death as if returning home are truly rare in this world, but A-Feng could be certain that Consort He and her servant were definitely among them.

Zhou Chu walked to the balcony with a complicated mood, holding a glass of wine and watching the waves in the distance. Li Jizhu and Shen Chunhua had gone to bathe; having arrived in a new place, they always had to wash themselves clean first.

Qing Feng grinned, his smile like a child's. He pulled her inside. Everyone bowed and saluted when they saw them.

Gu Yi zoomed out like the Shenzhou 10, glanced back at Yao Dahai, and then ran into the kitchen as if fleeing.

At 17:50 Kyoto time, morning London time, Zhu Tianyun arrived at the stadium. Fortunately, the transfer vehicle went directly to the athlete's passage, so reporters had no way to interview him. ===== CHAPTER 187 =====