Chapter 73: Bad Luck Has Completely Exploded (Request Subscription!)

Zhao Wudao suddenly erupted.

This was something no one had anticipated.

As Zhao Wudao moved with full vigor, he shattered his long blade and began installing his own eyes.

Lin Sanxing, bearing the beast-patterned long sword, stepped forward two paces and stood beside Zhao Wudao, guarding him and preventing any covert attacks.

He sighed toward Dou Changsheng.

That long sigh carried meaning Dou Changsheng understood.

But Zhang Zhijie never expected it would be Qiaoqiao and her personal maid who came—normally, Bai Yulan brought hot water at this hour, and only later came to collect it.

Linglong had been with Li Dongsheng for over a year, but this was the first time she had seen him completely naked; she stared at his sharply defined body, face flushed, her expression—eager to look yet afraid to, embarrassed after looking—adorably shy.

The city’s thousand-household officers and soldiers strained their eyes downward, seeing only blurred dark shadows, unable to make out anything clearly.

As Lu Xi was calculating, he heard hoofbeats and the rumble of wheels coming from the road behind him.

So he must ensure every bite he ate converted into energy, guaranteeing his body and mind operated properly.

Uncle Ben also patted Fang Cheng on the shoulder, smiling as he led him to the table; the dishes were typical American style—roast beef, meat pies, salad, and more. For Uncle Ben’s family, this was already an extremely lavish dinner.

And even if you were going to PvP my gear, you didn’t even bring it all, right? Isn’t this just terribly careless?

“I knew it, I knew it! Boss will win, he’ll definitely win! Haha, no wonder he’s my boss—my judgment is amazing!” Usopp laughed heartily, wiping tears from his eyes as he loudly proclaimed how right his instincts were.

Later we learned that this governor, who appeared so scholarly, had once been the Second Chancellor of another Han empire; after a coup by the First Chancellor, the emperor, the Grand General, and this Second Chancellor all fled to Xia Country for political asylum.

Liangyue leapt off the yam, retreated a dozen steps, and casually opened every window in the room.

Chiguang Star is a shared planet among the ten parallel worlds—a top-secret fact—but Yun Ying knew it; in her early years, she had traveled with Bai Su across all worlds, collecting medical samples from each.

Although it was baffling that these two had come to Liuyun Sect in person, without any attendants, what frightened them more was that they had just treated these two towering figures so disrespectfully.

They added more furniture, bought over a dozen bronze-grade ornamental fish, which could restore injuries and relieve fatigue when eaten.

The voice of Tiankong Zunzhe surfaced in his mind, but this time, without its usual jesting tone—it had turned solemn.

“Spare my life, spare my life! Your Royal Highness, have mercy!” Helian Yi ran in circles. Since leaving the capital, Song Yian had become like a wildcat—sometimes gentle, sometimes lively, sometimes unruly; this true, free, laughing-and-cursing Song Yian had become the one Helian Yi loved.

In matters of emotion, Jiang Han was like a turtle with two shells—he would retreat, hide his head deep within his impenetrable shell whenever he felt shy, fearful, or annoyed; thus, under a barrage of questions, Jiang Han decisively chose to shrink and evade.

Lin Yanrou nodded and said: “You’ve reached the Divine Body state—the realm of immortals—and surely you’ve felt the call of ascension power.”

Jiang Chao glanced at Gu Linzhou’s fleeing back, pressed his lips together, and said nothing, following after her.