Chapter 262: Wolves Ahead, Tigers Behind—But the Advantage Is Mine!

The Shopkeeper cupped his hands in a bow, gestured "please" toward him, and Yan Wen rose, told Su Rao "get some rest early," then turned and followed him to the back courtyard.

Having finally settled this matter, Tang Shiqing saw that it was getting late, and after saying goodbye to them she planned to head back.

"That's more than enough!" Fang Xiangyue waved her arm, as if she had already become a strongman.

What's going on? Didn't Liya say that this girl and the fourth young master of the An family were about to fall out?

She didn't even notice the carriage turning around, breaking away from the group and heading toward another city gate.

Zhou Ruoxi smiled and nodded, but didn't take it to heart—she had never intended for Guo Xiao to repay her in any way.

They knew this was the only chance for these mechanical beings to survive; otherwise, they would absolutely be no match, and in the end would likely be wiped out by Ye Tian.

Cen Ran propped her chin up and looked over, and saw An Zichen quietly drinking his soup—his movements were very elegant, like a young master who had been specially trained, an elegance that even eating Chinese food could not break.

"No, you haven't even dated before—who are you getting engaged to?" Wang Shujun was puzzled. Was this another one of those legendary business marriages among the rich?

Just then, a look of resolve flashed in Ye Tian's eyes. Then, from within his body, another Ye Tian suddenly leapt up and charged toward the giant formed by the fusion of Tribulation Thunder Seven God and Tribulation Thunder Qian God, meeting its punch head-on.

Du Shijun also felt a bit awkward. To be honest, he hadn't expected that after the family became so open-minded, his younger brothers and sisters would turn into such bizarre shapes, each one more abstract than the last.

At this moment, the sky had completely darkened, clouds covering it without a single star in sight, while the city below still glittered with lights.

Miyazawa was very satisfied with his current family. He and his wife were each other's first love; they hadn't quarreled even once in a year of marriage—in short, blissfully happy.

He was seen touching the saber at his waist, raising his right hand to beckon, and immediately a row of constables followed him to meet the disaster victims coming their way.

"A'Duo, what's wrong? Don't scare mommy." Zhu Yaru stepped forward and embraced Xiao Duo's body.

Logically speaking, he only had to wave his hand and this world could disappear, but that wouldn't be right.

First, there was the promotion at work; then, after that trip to the cinema, the intimacy with Chen Jun had returned to what it was right after their marriage; and their parents were in good health.

But he truly was outstanding—the most formidable child the Lord God had ever seen, the one most likely to pass the assessment.

A few more peaceful days passed. Once the meals delivered from the main kitchen returned to their usual blandness, Jin Nanxue prepared to go to Rongxi Hall to pay her respects. Madam Lian was not an easy one to serve; if they waited for her side to send someone to urge them along, they'd be on the back foot. They had to meet eventually, so she might as well make the trip.

Add to that a top-tier bottom-lane duo from the league—even if they couldn't crush their way to victory like against KING, at the very least it wouldn't be too difficult.

Jiang Chuge stepped forward and haggled for a while, but it was still to no avail. However, he did learn that today all the private rooms on the third floor of Drunk Immortal Restaurant had been booked out by Cao Hui, the Assistant Prefect of Lzhou.

The previous six Emperors, before ascending the throne, were each and every one full of lofty ambitions. Yet, not long after, they dropped dead. Moreover, because the Emperors died one after another, the fortune and prestige of the Great Yong Kingdom suffered a tremendous blow. Taking advantage of Yong's lack of a ruler and the chaos in its government, the neighboring Great Yan, Great Liang, and Great Xian kingdoms launched attacks.

Hearing Chen Yong's words, Qin Chenglang closed his eyes, leaned back into his seat, and rubbed his brow with one hand, letting out an extremely weary nasal sound.

Baizhi wasn't afraid, because with him around there was nothing to fear. It was just that nothing good had happened since she arrived—had she failed to check the almanac before going out?

Yao Yongbo figured Old Jin must have some money, and with his skills, supporting himself plus a child shouldn't really be a problem.

Afterwards, ten arenas were set up. Cultivators from all walks took turns stepping up to compete, and each cultivator had to fight a total of ten matches, with their final score determined by the number of victories.

Being wounded by Die Yehan was, for her, an almost fatal blow. Compared to the physical pain, it was a wound on the soul that could not be healed—something only time could gradually ease.

Seeing that the opponent's iron staff came down with tremendous force, how could Yu Huatian be foolish enough to take it head-on? With a light tap of his foot, he leapt back, then charged at the other masked men. Sword light flashed, and several more heads flew off in quick succession.

If there was one thing she could think of, it was that boy who drifted through her mind in dreams at night, or in daydreams by day. Stupid Die Yehan! He had left a scar on her body; though the wound on her chest had healed, the wound on her soul lingered long without mending.

"Your Majesty is wise—please, Your Majesty, save this old servant!" Cao Zhengchun knew the Emperor must already have a plan.

The only thing worth celebrating was that Yuan Sanjian's three moves had all grasped the essence, and when unleashed their killing power was tremendous—at last worthy of his name.

As for me, plenty of time would be spent in the military camp. Heh-heh, when the time comes, who's in charge of whom and who calls the shots is still anyone's guess.

Feng Tianyi and his Lady, off to the side, kept smiling as they watched them without saying a word, and were very satisfied with Feng Yuexuan's performance.

The one in charge of leading the group this time was Dean Fujiwara Sanxiao; his room was right above theirs, and he hadn't come down for breakfast today.

Suppressed by Mao Xingxian's telekinesis, her mental state began to crumble layer by layer. The moment Xin Bohan died, she finally could not bear it any longer and fainted dead away on the spot.

The man had a delicate, androgynous appearance; his purple long robe was extremely eye-catching, and a fan hung at his waist—utterly dashing and carefree.

Today, in the Holy Academy, a Yinglong had actually appeared. If this news got out, it would absolutely shock the entire Xia Kingdom, and might even draw out some old fossils who had long withdrawn from the world.

Disgusting and pretentious, sickly whining… I finally understood why, after learning about Qin Shi and Zhao Min's situation, I had felt so restless and confused, and had wanted to beat up Tang Zhihang.

Niu Mang even guessed that the sprouting and growth of this fuse, and its eventual explosion, were all connected to the man lying motionless on the bed before him, his entire body emanating a deep, heavy glow of spirit.