Chapter 153: Fetching Something (Beg for Monthly Tickets)

Going to Shaolin Temple? Zhao Ti drew in a breath: "What does Your Majesty want your younger brother to do at Shaolin?"

Zhao Xu fell silent once more, then said after a moment: "Eighth Brother, go to Shaolin Temple and fetch something back for me. If I send someone else, I won't feel at ease."

Zhao Ti's brows rose slightly. Send someone else and not feel at ease? Zhao Xu had the Wu De Si's Red Dragon Guard in his hands, men loyal only to him alone — calling them death warriors would not be an exaggeration. Could it be that even people like that going would still not put his mind at rest?

"Your Majesty, please

Shangguan Yu curled his lip. He had long been tired of being led around by that old fellow Zhu Rongheng. Now that a pretty MM had finally shown up, of course he was going to be her agent.

Qinglian stopped Ye Xiao, who had been chattering on and on, and set about arranging for people to handle it. The three of them were also arranged to stay in a very hidden room, waiting for news from Fragrant Garden.

In Nian'an Court, evening had already fallen. The dishes on the table had gone cold, yet there was still no movement at the door.

Zhang Jinxi said nothing, only stared fixedly at Zhang Xinyu. Then his arm shot out, fingertips darting across the great acupoints on Zhang Xinyu's body. With a few crisp pops, Zhang Xinyu felt her whole body unable to move.

The two rose and slowly walked toward the hall platform. The grey-robed elder's right hand remained tightly gripping the object wrapped in yellow cloth. Seeing this, Lin Yinyin shot Duan Yu Ruoxian a look, then rose and followed as well — but without pressing close, stopping three zhang away from the pair, watching for an opening.

"No time for nonsense, hurry to South City TV now to prepare for the variety show." Lin Qianxia told her assistant to just throw things together.

And his cries could not wake Mu Futian, nor could they stop the frenzied divine beast Kun.

Gu Ling'er nodded, a trace of secret delight stirring in her heart. This way, that "cold-faced zombie" surely wouldn't blame her for hitting him out of nowhere, right? Little did she know, her "secret delight" lasted only an instant — the next second, Gu Ling'er realized she was wrong.

The two embraced for a long time before parting. Ye Xiao spoke up: "It really does sound nice, it'd be a waste on him." Saying this, the two burst into laughter again. Han Junyao standing beside them, however, couldn't quite make sense of it for the moment.

Jiang Yixuan, sitting in the car, watched Mu Ziqing laughing happily, and an inexplicable fire burned in his heart. He opened the door, got out, and walked straight toward where Mu Ziqing was.

In view of this, the owner of that chemistry lab sold a day's usage rights for the modest price of fifty dollars, treating it as paying protection money.

The day they had agreed on happened to be a Sunday. Although they had picked a fairly elegant restaurant, perhaps everyone had thought the same, so the place was especially crowded — a lively, bustling scene.

The atmosphere was a bit gloomy now. It seemed Reina was also in low spirits, and with a half-familiar Great Sage around, naturally he wouldn't call out so affectionately.

Li Mao was half-crazed, half-drunk. The moment Wangcai stepped onto the stage carrying the wine pot and cup, he snatched the entire pot at once and tipped his head back, gulping down great mouthfuls.

Amid a fearsome roar, the tiger demon forced his way through that sheet of flames. Now his fur had turned a pure golden yellow, and a golden demon sigil appeared on his brow.

He was also thoroughly cut off from that position, because in our Southern Plain, once one is enfeoffed as a king, there is no hope of being enfeoffed as Crown Prince. The title of Pacifying Prince was still something Mother Empress had begged for, hoping I would live this life in peace and safety.

The moment these words left her mouth, Jiang Zhi herself realized it — all of this had been arranged, each link hooked into the next.

As he spoke, Chen Xuanli picked up a short blade and began measuring it against the brick in his hand. Li Mao, seeing this, could only wave his hand awkwardly and ask him to continue. After Chen Xuanli pried at the gaps between several adobe bricks in succession and found they could not be separated in the slightest, he was once again greatly shocked and cupped his hands in salute toward Li Longji.

Xie Ji stared in wide-eyed astonishment. He had never in his wildest dreams imagined that the person he feared most would appear before him.