Chapter 234

At the fourth watch last night, Tu Fa Agu sent away the most important men in the army; according to the interrogations of captured Xi Xia soldiers, sons departed if both father and son were in the army, younger brothers departed if both brothers were present—and Tu Fa Agu’s son left under this very order.

At this moment, Mu Haochen had already made up his mind: first, find that fellow named Lai Xi, use his hypnosis to make him confess his collusion with the Tai Su River guerrillas, and perhaps even uncover a bigger fish.

“Chen… Chen Envoy, your request for an audience has been reported to His Majesty—please enter the hall!” the old Confucian gasped.

“I’ve transferred to your name a entertainment company and a real estate company under CK; once you sign, they officially become yours,” He Jingxuan said gently.

Now Ito Hachi has nothing left and can’t possibly make a comeback; given his obsession, he won’t hide.

She couldn’t bring herself to say it—the wound was on her abdomen. If He Lian Cheng insisted on checking, wouldn’t he have to lift her clothes? But He Lian Cheng seemed to have misunderstood, thinking she was menstruating.

Many here saw a dragon for the first time; even those who had seen one before had never seen such a massive dragon.

She had never specifically mentioned these things; in her past life, she had no close female friends, and in this life, having them since her teens, she treasured them deeply.

Emperor Tang detained Xuan Yuan Hua in conversation; He Lian Cheng had somehow locked eyes with his two sons—the three of them said nothing, merely glaring at each other, communicating silently.

Moments later, Rui’an roared, and the yellow glow of his heavy sword flared brilliantly, amplifying its might.

The group turned another corner and checked the sweet potato seedlings; they saw about three or four mu of sprouts, already sprouting a few leaves—so the transplanting wouldn’t be delayed, and Zi Qing felt reassured.

Yin Zizhang remained utterly calm; since reaching the ninth level of the God of Martial Arts Tower, he had been absorbing vast amounts of spiritual energy, and he knew this day would come.

“It’s different—if we provoke the local laws, even if a fight breaks out, we’re still the ones breaking the rules; the system won’t let us exploit this loophole,” Xiao Yuxin said.

“Uncle, look at the sky!” Ouyang Hai, dressed in blue, looked up to see two streaks of light slicing through the air like falling stars—one emerald, one azure, dazzlingly brilliant.

Niang Four inwardly groaned; unfortunately, Niang Two was away just now, and without support, she didn’t know how to persuade Sun Shi.

From school to graduation, we walked these many years together; one by one, the ruffians of Room 313 quietly slipped away, and by the final parting, only I remained—I finally understood that even the closest brothers must go their separate ways.

Since the death of the head of Aoben Hall, few martial halls have come to challenge; only a handful have tried, and Aoben Hall repelled them all—logically, Aoben Hall’s ranking shouldn’t have dropped so drastically.

When Li Yujiao collapsed, Wang Ergu, who had been peeking, couldn’t hold back anymore—like a lit firecracker, she charged toward us sisters.

Such biting only drew a muffled groan from him, so she couldn’t bite down further; she released her mouth, and tears—she thought none would come—fell slowly, one by one.

If this isn’t stopped in the remaining time, the Spirit Clan evolving into beings above the level of Insect Emperor is virtually certain.

Although Hua An and the others were unwilling, Elder Dongmen had spoken these words; Zhao Yu frowned, but opposing him was useless.

Hong Lian wasn’t surprised; she had heard of the arrival of people from the East, though she didn’t know their exact identities, she could guess they had come for this matter.

Ruan Bing, through the window, could see inside the room—Jiao Jiao staring at her outrageously expensive clothes, her face twisted with envy, jealousy, and resentment.

But since Zhao Yu returned to the Zhao family, every action he took could be described as earth-shattering, so they still had some faith in him.

“Have you noticed I’m a bit whiter than before?” he asked Quame Brown in the changing room.

This journey had been far smoother than expected; they hadn’t encountered the third-rank beasts the family elders warned about. Yet Hong Lian couldn’t shake a faint unease.

Upon receiving this order, the soldiers’ hearts swelled with relief; they had wanted to retreat ever since seeing Zhao Yu’s display, but military discipline had held them back.

Minutes later, four men in uniforms burst through the tavern’s door; all patrons drinking and laughing froze in shock—their uniforms marked them as belonging to the Duke’s mansion, their faces radiating ruthless toughness, and each was followed by two golems.

Xu Feng was utterly stunned, lost in disbelief—was there truly nothing beyond the universe?

The arrival of the three startled the workers, who were mostly their own people; outsiders could never reach this place, for even if they wandered the great mountains, finding it would be impossible.

Ren Qingkuang struggled violently, and when he reached Huo Qing’s side, he suddenly lashed out with a powerful kick.