Chapter 51: Account Followers: Seventy-Eight Million

This pretense of sleep can no longer be maintained.

Xu Zhiting saw through her little trick.

Yet the performance had to be carried out in full.

Yan Ye groggily opened her eyes, straightened her back, stretched her arms, and bent forward to rise.

Just as her body was about to sink back into the warmth of the quilt,

Her waist was suddenly encircled by the man in front of her.

She immediately stiffened like a startled cat, eyes wide with disbelief as she stared at the man so close to her.

The scene was in utter disarray.

Tang Shuo approached Li Nian. “Is everyone alright?”

Li Nian shook his head, clenching his fist and punching Tang Shuo’s shoulder. “Thanks for cleaning up, brother. I’ll take them back for a medical check.”

Two of them were seriously injured.

Li Nian had intended to inform Xu Zhiting but noticed not far away—

At that moment, Li Dapeng recalled he might have a lighter on him but after fumbling around, he couldn’t find it.

However, the sudden involvement of the Su family in official matters stirred suspicion and fear in Xu Yang’s heart, uncertain of the Su family’s true intentions.

“Feng Yige, I’ve arrived; release Shui’er,” Jing Moxuan’s eyes were like an iceberg, chilling to the bone.

As the Batu army began their retreat, the Heavenly Empire’s soldiers wanted to pursue, but Mukun ordered them to halt and instructed the commanders to assess the troops’ casualties.

It could be said that the three—Jade Qilin and the others—still thought at the level of fighting mere mortals, greatly underestimating the giants’ courage.

The Buddhist and Taoist factions perhaps only sought to benefit from the conflict, holding back their full strength until the end—this was likely their strategy.

Wang Peng chuckled softly as he stubbed out his cigarette, clutching a pile of clipped news articles given by Old Sun, returning to his desk to organize his files.

“Is this called the dead’s resentment transferring to the living?” The Snake God said it was terrifying; the mortal world was more unbelievable than the underworld!

Though Qian Ruoruo sensed Jing Moxuan’s sudden change in demeanor, she did not inquire what had happened because she knew he wouldn’t say. Instead, she turned to ask Zuo Ting.

Chen Dongjiang glanced at Wang Peng, took the report handed over, and examined it carefully. Wang Peng took the opportunity to refill his tea cup, then sat quietly on the sofa waiting for him to finish.

“After system analysis, this mist indeed emanates from that fragment. It seems this piece is extraordinary,” the system sprite said excitedly.

I still haven’t grasped what significant day today is—could it be the day after our ‘family reunion’? Can that even count as a special day?

Chen Fan found it strange that Qianshou Ying suddenly calmed down. Just as he was about to discard his playing cards, a faint subtle fragrance wafted through his nose, and a flicker of unusual color flashed in his pupils.

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But Han Zigao, promoted from the grassroots by Chen Qian and loyal to her alone for many years, could not bring himself to favor Chen Xu, who was far inferior to Chen Qian, and resolutely rejected Chen Xu’s request.

After some time, He Xiuchen arrived with the midwife, followed closely by Lady Liu.

On the ground, the claw of the demon beast radiated a blood-red glow, and waves of sanguine energy surged into Zi Ling Tian’s left hand.

They had paid a great price to reach the city walls and carry out this explosion, but they hadn’t expected the Xia army to embed massive amounts of reinforced concrete during the wall’s construction, rendering the Sui army’s gunpowder blast ineffective.

Jiang Tian and the others suppressed the rebellious blood in their hearts, revealing shocked expressions, utterly unprepared for Qin Tianying’s astonishing combat prowess. This battle was far more arduous than they had anticipated.

“All right, young master, I’m glad you’re fine. I’ll prepare at once,” Ye Pojia said, exhaling in relief before leaving.

A Da revealed his true face—a square jaw marked by a scar crossing the nose, disfiguring his looks—but his gaze was sharp and respectful toward Cang Boyun.

Ping An watched and recalled Wei Yingran’s warning from last night. Despite countless thoughts, he dared not speak.

Millions of miles away from this bloody battlefield, a fleet disguised as civilian ships scattered across the vast cosmos in countless random formations, quietly awaiting battle reports ahead to determine when to regroup.