Chapter 44: Midnight Conversation on the Roof

Xie Youan was so deep in thought that he did not even notice Xie Yun climbing onto the roof.

Xie Yun was left momentarily speechless and reached out a hand to him, "Pull me up first, Elder Brother!"

Only then did Xie Youan notice she was still holding a jar of wine in her other hand. He hastily grasped her arm and hauled her up.

Xie Yun dusted off her clothes and on her own accord...

Sure enough, after the Thunder Prison Demonic Dragon struck down three more Primordial God of War Grand Completion crystal beasts, crystal beasts whose strength was equivalent to the early Chaos God of War stage suddenly appeared, and ten of them emerged all at once.

Wei Cen calmed down. There was no such thing as a free lunch dropping from the sky. After all, regarding Ma Yun's ascension to the throne, apart from spending some money, the Later Tang had not contributed any major efforts. As long as the Chu State offered the Later Tang a graceful way out, that would be the best outcome.

"Your Majesty, this minister requests the appointment of a crown prince. Ever since Your Majesty ascended the throne more than ten years ago, no crown prince has ever been established. This has left Jinghu in a state of turbulence and the people's hearts uneasy. That is precisely why General Ma formed factions and engaged in corruption. If the heir apparent is designated, the hearts of the people will naturally settle," Li Gao asserted decisively.

"Let's go, to the Wan Family Estate!" Shu Xie greeted Wang Weidong, without turning his head, he leaped forward and vanished into the boundless night.

The four of them entered the room closely together. The room was just as it had been when they came these past few days; it bore no resemblance whatsoever to the scene he and Shu Yi had seen that night.

Mo Liujin sighed, finished the medicinal soup, and then began to discuss with Madam Zhu how Mo Li's marriage should be handled.

Seeing Gan Ping gracefully descend into the arena, the surrounding onlookers were momentarily stunned, followed immediately by cheers that shook the heavens. Evidently, this underdog Gan Ping stepping down to put on a good show immensely excited these bored spectators.

Wandering about the road for a long time, past noon, and feeling hungry in his stomach, he tried to pat himself to see if he had any food, but instead felt a few sheets of paper.

The officials cast a covert glance at Liu Zhiyuan. The usual majesty was gone, but the desolation of his demeanor and the heaviness of his tone compelled them all to heave a few quiet sighs.

"Borrow troops?" Chai Rong snapped out of his contemplation. He was startled for a moment and asked, "From whom shall we borrow troops?" Of the five great powers in the world today, four had already allied to deal with him. Where could troops be borrowed from? The Tieding Military Governor, or perhaps the Tibetans?

The Silver-Winged Pegasus instantly broke out in goosebumps, its back chilling, as it looked at the immensely gentle Ling Wei'er, feeling as though it were living in a nightmare.

"This is making an enemy of the Bodhisattva. Step back and watch closely," Tang Seng waved his hand at Sun Wukong, who had flown up.

As long as the defense line was breached as much as possible, the most powerful ground forces of the beast race could drive straight in and sweep across the Elven race.

Ever since that night, many people around the world suddenly became ability users, possessing superpowers that previously only existed in fantasy worlds, or so-called golden fingers.

Recalling the events of yesterday afternoon, it was not hard to guess that this Shi Mengxue should be the person his old man added on his phone yesterday.

The youth's smile was like the earth welcoming the return of spring, like the warm sun melting the initial ice and snow, and also like an inconspicuous yet tenacious guiding light in the darkness, bringing a sense of peace to the heart.

Only to hear Li Yuanba raise his head and emit a thunderous roar, then fiercely spur his stirrups. His mount suddenly accelerated forward like a golden rainbow, dragging a long, bloody wake as it charged wildly upward.

With a single strike, he could knock the villain to the ground, which would highlight his martial prowess and fortuitous encounters while simultaneously creating a thrilling moment of satisfaction.

Yet when his hand was less than ten centimeters away from Li Feng, it stopped; an invisible membrane prevented him from moving any further.

Su Yuan raised his brows slightly, leaped forward, and stepped directly through the vacuum into the explosion. This was merely a negligible aftermath and could be disregarded for the moment. With a flick of his spear, he cleaved the violently roaring aftermath of the explosion apart in a single breath.