Chapter 242: Old Case (Requesting Monthly Votes)

The archivist officer looked at the seal on the warehouse door and said, “Master Wang Jia, I am indeed aware of this seal.”

Zhao Ti said, “How could a seal be placed inside the prefectural office? How can one seal one’s own property? How did this come to be?”

The archivist officer said, “The records state that this seal was ordered by Bao Zheng, the former Prefect of Kaifeng Prefecture, before his departure.”

Zhao Ti narrowed his eyes and asked, “What forbidden item is inside that required sealing?”

The archivist officer shook his head.

“Stay where you are! I don’t know what relationship you two have, but right now you’re competing for the position of Martial Arts Alliance Leader—settle this between yourselves!” If the host didn’t step forward now, this year’s Martial Arts Gathering would become a laughingstock.

The Princess of Rong felt a surge of unease and grew desperate to determine whether Qi Tianche’s words were true.

“Mother, rest assured—I will make sure she can do nothing.” Feng Yehan spoke softly, his eyes holding a mysterious glint.

“How long do you think it will take your disciple to learn this array?” Jiang the physician and the thin old man sat across from the bamboo hut, watching the tightly shut bamboo door, and spoke.

Zhang Shili became much more decisive, stating that his entire family would move within three days—first find a temporary place to stay, then slowly buy a house.

Guan Jing didn’t know if Jiang Lijun had found out something, and right now he couldn’t claim he wasn’t nervous at all—but even if nervous, he couldn’t show it.

“Pain… so much pain…” Bai Yuzhu trembled all over, her body convulsing uncontrollably from the searing, tearing agony.

She was afraid; she no longer dared to continue speaking. If it succeeded, it would be a great blessing; but if it failed, what consequences would follow? She dared not even imagine. That was why she had Chichi not told Xie Danniang, fearing she too would be terrified.

The pastries in the shop outside might not be as delicious as those from the imperial kitchen, but at least they were safe to eat—no need to worry that someday the pastry itself would “eat” you.

The old man seemed still weary, but he did not refuse to answer Xiao Cheng’s question; he spoke slowly, causing both Xiao Cheng and Wu Zhiwu to freeze in shock.

The elevator stopped at the twenty-eighth floor; Manager Wan paused outside room 2806 and gently knocked on the door.

Originally, after Wu Tonghai woke naturally, the servants were to search for Chen Wanrong’s whereabouts—but by then, Chen Wanrong had already met the male lead.

He glared with his squinting eyes, furious, and saw a tall, muscular figure blocking his way.

The East Asia Society still had remnants in Tokyo, occasionally sending their oldest members to shoot members of rival gangs.

He had previously assumed that Hengshan Daban and the others carried crossbows for self-defense while working outdoors, to fend off bandits or wild beasts.

Its wings struggled in midair but could not rise an inch more; it helplessly descended back to the ground. Anger and pain drove it to attack the people below.

The word “marry” seemed to strike a nerve in Yan Junci; the emotion in his eyes immediately faded.

Fu Xinghuai pulled out his phone, pretended to fiddle with it for a moment, then put on an exaggerated, painfully fake look of anxiety.

Tomorrow was the enfeoffment, and Jiuxing had already divined the details; now that he had nothing else to do, he had not yet comprehended Emperor Yi’s Ten Sacrifices. Since the divination had stirred something within him, naturally he sought to contest it.

Tang Sanzang heard this and quickly dismounted; Sha Wujing supported Zhu Bajie, who kept groaning, his belly swollen, his pig-face pale with pain.

“Leave!” Wang Zemeng looked at the twins who had just re-draped their robes over their bodies, paused, then ordered sharply.

If Shi Yue were here, he certainly wouldn’t recognize this person—but everyone present knew her instantly: the Bodhisattva Pí Lán Pó, from the Thousand Flowers Cave on Zi Yun Mountain, famed for boundless power and boundless compassion.

When with Xue’er, he had always treated her as a younger sister; after breaking through that final barrier, Xuan Yue had regarded her as his child-bride wife. Though there were occasional touches while riding, back then he was in a hurry to travel and had no time to savor them.

Feeling the tearing pain surge through him, Wang Zemeng said nothing, nodded, and closed his eyes.

Why won’t these soldiers retreat! Last time at the Blood Castle it was like this—and now again! This confusion surged within the Storm Wolf, his eyes filled with hatred for those Red Dragons.

The Four Seas were exterminated, yet Huaguo Mountain was likewise reduced to ashes; the Queen Mother of Huaguo fell publicly, and the “Big Brother” could only watch helplessly, his hair turning white in an instant.

For he had long since realized that without Shi Yue, his twin brother, he would have been manipulated completely—and after being used, he would still have to thank his manipulators.

As the crossbowmen unleashed their arrows without regard for their lives, the Chu soldiers, who had assumed the walls were out of arrows, suffered heavy casualties—but compared to the size of the Chu army, a few hundred or even a thousand deaths had no impact on the overall situation.

In the past, when faced with such matters, she would immediately ask Huo Jingyuan—but since she had ignored his calls several times and had Zhou Liang handle things for her instead, Huo Jingyuan had stopped calling her altogether.

As for the Eight Characters, the Liu family wasn’t worried at all; they had privately consulted and confirmed there was no issue.

Such robots, even if they posed a certain threat to humans, were insignificant.

A voice asked a question; Lin Xiao turned toward the sound and saw everyone staring at him—and at the Interstellar Destroyer Axe.

The two young men, witnessing this scene, were so terrified by the Zhang family’s display of force that they stood frozen, momentarily forgetting what to say.