28. Grass Market

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Princess Mashiro felt a surge of pride in possessing at least a modicum of commoner's knowledge; no one had taught her these things—she had deduced them entirely on her own.
As an Otome, a certain level of musical accomplishment was naturally required. Although Angel was not particularly skilled in this regard, she was still capable of playing a piece on the piano.
As the youth spoke, he held his head high. The shafts of light refracting from the heavens fell upon his face, bathing him in a dazzling radiance. Shi Hua felt a sudden tremor in her heart; she was struck first by the youth's demeanor—it was the sense of responsibility and the brilliance that only a man possesses when he realizes his duty.
In the sky several miles away, a massive force of celestial soldiers approached on clouds. The Tiger-Headed Monster saw all of this. Recalling what the Earth-Armor and the Pine Tree Spirit had said—that celestial soldiers descending to the mortal realm rarely left anyone alive—he wondered, who was it now that needed to beg for mercy?
After retracting its ghost fire, the evil spirit floated up from the ground, hovering about half a foot above the surface just as it had when it first appeared. However, it was no longer a black shadow but a green one, complete with head, limbs, and torso. This color shift was likely due to the withdrawal of the ghost fire.
The Taotie’s body swayed in the air for a moment before crashing to the ground with a thud, its presence truly terrifying.
Sending the Independent Division to the Manjiang area would be useless. Even if the two cavalry companies were wiped out, it would not alter the overall war situation; it would only prolong their agony a little longer.
That damned old man had been spouting nonsense for so long; otherwise, why would he have made such a wasted trip? He might have even been able to scrounge up another can of pork.
That was all for the weaponry. As for other matters, such as carving crosses on the bullet tips, that had already been communicated to the subordinates, and the 12th Army had long since popularized this practice.
"Lili, let's go eat Guilin hot pot. You know, people in Guilin eat hot pot all year round, but it's different from hot pot elsewhere—theirs is a dry pot." Having visited Guilin many times in his past life, the Second Young Master was naturally familiar with the local customs.
He knew that An Tingshan had gone to seek instructions from Wang Dongxing and would come to notify him soon. Besides, he didn't want to rack his brain over such complicated matters.
Locke looked at Kil'jaeden not far away. The Eredar demon was clearly taken aback by Murozond’s sudden intervention and had fallen into a state of fury. However, Locke knew very well that Kil'jaeden’s murderous intent was not actually as formidable as he made it appear.

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The crowd poured out of the reception room in a rush just as Tang Feng and his group exited the freight elevator, with Feng Gang and Fang Zhenyu following alongside.
Han Wang, along with military commanders like Han Shizhong and Xu Qing, and the heads of the three villages, inspected the Martyrs' Cemetery. They all found the site grand, solemn, and possessing excellent feng shui, and thus had no further objections. Han Wang decided that the memorial service for the thirty-six heroes and the inauguration ceremony for the cemetery would be held in three days.
Furthermore, a corner of gold from the "Gold-Inlaid Jade" Imperial Seal had been suppressed within a Heavenly-grade seal. Although Ye Xuanfu could not confirm if it had any connection to Ye Longsheng, he could deduce that the Spirit Saint certainly had some hidden agenda.
The King of Frost let out a roar that shook the very hall, causing frost crystals to form one after another on the ceiling.
"So he is the head of the Kamo clan. That is certainly for the best; it saves a lot of trouble," Ye Xuanfu muttered to himself.
However, Locke did not care about the half-elf; he was leaving Dalaran tomorrow anyway, and he had no desire to get entangled in disputes by meddling in others' affairs.
Although the expression on Yin Feng’s face remained unchanged, his heart was surging with emotions. The old man was sharp and clearly saw that Yin Feng wanted to investigate his own origins.
What a clever move—to beat the grass to startle the snake, to feign retreat to advance. But Le She might have misjudged the situation. Han Wang was absolutely no ordinary military officer. His repeated declarations of loyalty to the Emperor showed that clearly, and Ding Pei was surely in for a rough time.
The afterglow of the setting sun shone upon him, as if he carried his own radiance; he was striking to the eye, making one feel as though he were a king.
"Why is she asking about this out of the blue?" Gu Guanze wondered. Hadn't Ji Bing lost her memory?
The Star Chart might be prone to errors, but for Bai Ze to tell them to prepare themselves mentally meant that this matter was likely not so simple.
And so... Wei Yanjing, who had been gloating just a moment ago, now looked paler and more peculiar than anyone else.

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Fifteen minutes later, Di Yunchen and the others arrived. After the manager delivered the food and drinks to the private room, he considered the situation and smartly made a phone call.
If a slave wasn't particularly powerful, others would be brought in to teach them a lesson, providing some entertainment for everyone in the process.
It didn't matter if she didn't mention it now; as long as she ignored the "Ninth Forgetting of Love" mission, she wanted to see how long the system could endure.
Seeing the three elders looking at him with anticipation and curiosity, Di Yunchen recounted the events once more.
After hanging up the phone, Zhou Ziyang fell into deep thought. How exactly should he speak to Tang Miaomiao tomorrow to get Xiaoxiao to return?
After concealing himself, Li Jian felt a bit more at ease and began to focus on the perspective of the three huskies.
He was the least likely to let his mind wander; once the mission was finished, there was no need to worry about anything else.
The journey from Star City to the capital of the Great Qi Empire took longer than Xie Guichen had imagined, given the speed of Mo Yang's spirit boat.
The food at the Yuan household was incredibly abundant. The two women hadn't been married long, yet they had already put on weight. They both felt deeply touched by the kindness of the Yuan family and the sincerity and trust shown toward them.
Unexpectedly, the courtyard in front of the thatched cottage was very tidy; there wasn't a single fallen leaf to be seen inside or out, and even the thatch on the roof appeared exceptionally clean and neat.