Chapter 53: She Got Drunk
The next evening, Xie Yun arrived beneath the Swallow Sparrow Pavilion, just as the place was at its busiest of the day.
The main hall buzzed with lively chatter, and the lanterns hanging beneath the signboard glowed brightly, casting a warm red light onto the bluestone path before its entrance.
She gathered her skirt and stepped over the threshold. Xiao Ling, who had been waiting on the first floor, approached with a smile and bowed respectfully. “Miss Xie has arrived. My master is waiting upstairs.”
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“Come on, unleash all the secret skills of your Frost Palace! Let me witness the prowess of the sacred grounds!” Duan Guiyan boasted arrogantly.
Luo Ning’s words astonished him greatly, yet Malfurion and the others clearly took this challenge seriously. They decided to pause and find a way to end this jest. Malfurion then produced a pouch and took out a single seed.
At Stone Pillar’s command, nearly five thousand archers simultaneously drew their longbows, each arrow already nocked with a flaming tip.
“Heh, who said that? All the same, all good children, all good children,” Shen Yuanxue laughed joyfully, clearly enjoying herself.
“Village chief, what is the Essence of the Earth? Where can we find it?” Filled with endless curiosity, Yi Tianchen bravely spoke up amid his excitement and confusion.
No matter how many points Jordan scored, including that season where he averaged thirty-seven per game, his shooting remained his weakness. His primary way of scoring was attacking the hoop—driving relentlessly to the basket. No one could stop him; only he himself could.
But that was a story for later. For now, the question was how to politely refuse Malfurion. Of course, he couldn’t simply do nothing. Leading this orc to Cenarius would at least provide an explanation. Naturally, if this matter became known, it would have to be done under Malfurion’s name.
On a spacious ground that could hold a thousand people, over a thousand Shining Tribe soldiers had formed several long rows. They passed one by one in front of the kitchen on the right, where cooks busily handed out steamed buns made from jade noodles to the line of soldiers. Each soldier also received a large bowl of steaming wild vegetable porridge.
“Madam, there is no problem. We just encountered a band of highway robbers ahead and have dealt with them,” Dong Zhaoxing replied.
Because they could labor hard under the oppression of the landlord, if they were to leave, they needed lifelong security for their lives—something visible and tangible. Otherwise, they would rather endure the hardest life, as long as they knew they could survive and continue their lineage.
Jinyu: The day before yesterday, my wife Huilan was driving home from work when someone recklessly overtook on a narrow street. The car overturned, and she was injured. The culprit fled the scene.
They moaned in agonizing pain until their heads struck the ground, bloodied and unconscious. Only when the smoke began to clear did they naturally collapse to the earth.
Tianyin never expected Junichi Miyazaki to say such things. For a moment, her face was filled with embarrassment and confusion.
Lin Kun lifted an exquisite purple clay teacup. The fragrance was even richer. After a sip, he felt a fresh, mellow sweetness with a lingering aftertaste, the aroma lingering on the tongue. No wonder Emperor Qianlong praised it, saying, “Heavy as black iron, its fragrance and appearance rival the Guanyin statue. Before tasting the sweet nectar, one first smells the sacred exquisite aroma.”
“Drip…” sweat began to trickle down Ma Han’s face as he found himself caught in a dilemma, unsure of what to do.
No mention was made of going to the office or any other matter. Everything was vague—it was clear he had been drawn by An Ran’s beauty.
Meizi: I hope the hit-and-run driver can be caught. Those who ignore the rules should be severely punished. Otherwise, lawlessness will prevail.
The girl’s eyes were small but exquisitely delicate. She squinted slightly and smiled, her lips curling like a child’s. No, she truly was a child, no older than fifteen.
Exiting the basketball gym of Xiangling Middle School, dusk was slowly falling. After watching the school’s game, Nan Yu and his group walked toward the school gate in silence, each lost in thought.