Chapter 835

No. 1 and No. 2 are taking two days off

“Excellent, His Majesty truly means it!” Yu Shilong shouted. “But if we’re delivering grain, why don’t we have a single grain of it?” I asked, baffled.

With a boom, in the last moment before consciousness faded, Zhao Gan knew the fuel tank had exploded, and the entire car burst into roaring flames, black smoke blotting out the sky.

Meng Sheng froze. She had never imagined all this would begin because of her—a catastrophe, the lives of tens of thousands of soldiers, the safety of millions across nine provinces.

One could say she achieved her goal: she broke up him and the woman he loved; she made her enemy Situ Xiao restless day and night, tormented by anxiety; she forced her enemy Li Yilin to flee his home with his family. She was a successful avenger.

As soon as he stepped inside, he smelled strong alcohol. He saw Wang Defang passed out on the bed. Ye Chengzhi walked anxiously to the bedside—and there he discovered that his father had been killed by his mother.

Her tears fell drop by drop onto the bedframe, the sheets, onto his cold, limp hands. Everyone present was moved, silently wiping away tears.

“Alright, Mengzhu, I swear I’ll never betray you in this life! If you won’t marry me, I’ll become a monk. Don’t be angry, okay?” He still pleaded gently.

Is this what Prince Xin meant by “handling it”? But if she’s to leave with him, what else can he give her besides material things and status?

Finally, the dark-faced man reached Zhao Gan’s side, slowly raising his right foot, the toe aimed at the right temple of Zhao Gan’s head—about to kick down. With the strength of this dark-faced guy, that kick wouldn’t just cripple Zhao Gan—it would kill him outright.

“Sister Yanhong!” Xuehai’s cheeks flushed crimson as she chased after him, pouting to stop him from saying more.

Before Qingyun finished speaking, a faint voice spoke calmly. Her face showed no emotion—confident, utterly free of doubt—as if taking his life were effortless.

Xing Lian glanced impatiently in the direction he pointed. The moment he saw it, he froze like a mouse spotting a cat, involuntarily stepping back two paces.

Xing Tianyu frowned. Just moments ago, he’d clearly seen a dark green orb flying toward him—how could none of his companions have noticed it?

Most importantly, the cost of these changes was the erasure of the original self: the clear awareness in their eyes faded, their pupils losing all life.

Still wearing his hood, his appearance stood out among fugitives—likely top three. Walking down the main road, if some Rexin citizen recognized him, it would be trouble.

“You’re not seriously asking me to call you ‘bamboo carving,’ are you?” Guan Xiangfeng was quick—he instantly understood the crippled man’s meaning.

Xing Lian took a deep breath, barely suppressing the urge to punch him. She knew this idiot currently held the title of Pingling Kingdom’s honored guest; beating him here would be impossible to explain to the Pingling monarch—she couldn’t afford to provoke him. But why couldn’t she even avoid him?

Ruiwen said nothing. She was a projection of his subconscious, intimately familiar with his thoughts. She knew saying anything else now was useless, so she sat beside him, placed his head on her lap, and gently stroked Xing Tianyu’s hair.

Fang Kui looked up and faintly saw his phone’s light flickering—then it went out after two flashes. He grew anxious, but deep down he wasn’t afraid. As he’d said, he was just a dog thief. If caught, it wasn’t the end of the world.

“Magic isn’t just about changing your face—it changes your soul!” I’ve already sent someone to get black dog’s blood. Later, I’ll bathe you—and you’ll learn the truth!” Yang Yuanliang had truly gone mad.

“I don’t think the likelihood is very high,” Misaka Miku shook her head. Ma Kōyō comes from another world; genetic inheritance is unlikely. As for allergies, he could’ve simply explained it to Satomi Ritsuko yesterday—no need to threaten their friendship to keep her from asking.

“I don’t need it. I still prefer struggling within reincarnation. I never dreamed of becoming a Buddha or patriarch. I’m just a mortal who clings to joy, anger, sorrow, and delight—I still choose to remain a mortal,” Sasuke smiled.

It wasn’t the usual misty haze obscuring emotion, nor the occasional clearing of the veil revealing simple joy and warmth—but… an utter void.

“Don’t worry. No need to be so tense.” Bai Chou extended his hand, and in an instant, the Susanoo on Ma Kōyō’s body shattered into fragments, dissolving into the air.

The full-scale blockade and targeting by all of Europe, the United States, and other nations caused the former Soviet Union’s development to gradually encounter massive problems, ultimately collapsing outright.

“Of course, you wouldn’t know—fish fry can only be released in spring and autumn, and it depends on what kind of fish you’re raising in your pond. Let me tell you…” Old Han grew enthusiastic and began explaining in detail.

Just as he was about to kiss Nuonuo Yilan, only a fist’s distance remained. Perhaps the slight movement of Jia Ye Cheng startled Nuonuo Yilan—she opened her eyes and saw Jia Ye Cheng so close, hesitating shyly.