Volume One, Chapter 61: You Speak Too Much

“Alright!”
“Understood!” Ling’er, Zhou Dewu, and Ye Qingfeng all agreed with Yi Ai and then departed from the Eastern Capital City.

“I saw your moments from the national martial arts tournament; you must be a martial artist,” Fu Rao said with a smile.

“The Heavenly God Temple is powerful now; why would you choose this moment to strike one of its strongholds?” Yi Ai frowned, puzzled.

Having clashed multiple times with members of the Soul One Clan, he had begun to understand some of their methods.

Though he had been talking to Li Yi just now, he was secretly gathering his true energy, preparing to catch Li Yi off guard. He didn’t expect to kill him, but if he could wound Li Yi, it might buy him a chance to escape.

Ever since Liu Ye caused a commotion at the sushi restaurant in the island nation, although Zhou Dakang forbade him from acting on his own, his hatred for Liu Ye kept him awake, and he immediately sought ways to retaliate.

There was still some dirt on the Enlightened Beast, and Xu Sundongliang, fearing it might affect its awakening, insisted on giving it a bath with Weak Water.

“You can be certain your zombie army will be victorious!” Wang Kaixuan smiled slightly, using a provocation tactic against Cao Xingteng.

The nineteen team members behind him showed no hesitation and immediately opened fire; five celestial warriors were blown to pieces midair.

From his appearance and demeanor, Yun Feiyang could tell this person was a formidable artificer.

Now there was no chance for trickery; it was a matter of genuine skill and strength.

Yan Shiyang certainly wouldn’t give her that chance. Dragging her into the shop, their posture and attire immediately drew the curious and strange stares of the clerks.

“That’s right. I heard they got along well, and those young ladies even volunteered to share a pillow, becoming a lovely story,” Mr. Side shook his head and chuckled.

Zhao Qianyi hadn’t expected Xia Xing, who usually mocked her relentlessly, to help her once again. Thinking back on how she had treated Xia Xing and Su Muyin earlier, she felt a pang of unease.

This amount of money was not small for an ordinary family, but for the matter at hand, it was truly insufficient—indeed, far too little.

Hundreds of Western heretics were killed by enraged citizens; more than ten Western churches were burned, and missionaries were beaten to death.

Because the cave was shrouded in darkness all around, Xu Hao inside it dared not act rashly.

The position of Prefect of Shuntian was prestigious, close to the emperor himself. Higher than a Ninth-Rank Minister, it allowed one to rise into the Six Ministries as a Deputy Minister or retreat to govern local prefectures and provincial posts. Yang Jin had performed excellently in this role.

Normally, without any tools, even Xu Hao would find it difficult to climb up there.

But as the saying goes, “Truth comes out after wine.” He knew better than anyone that the words she spoke now were exactly what she felt in her heart. Her long, strong fingers were well-defined—unable to speak, unable to suppress the suffocating frustration.

There lay the couch of Sikong Yanfei, and her seat was right beside him—a place reserved only for the empress.

Iron Maiden was delighted and, finally showing great mercy, let Takuya go, telling him to come back at the same time tomorrow.

Shan Xue hadn’t expected Lu Jinyang to make such a solemn promise to her.

The next morning, Lin Rongshen did call; at the time, I was brushing my teeth. Seeing his call, my first reaction was to think it was a hallucination, the second was disbelief that it was really him, and the third was to answer the call.